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Sweet Sizzle
Sweet Sizzle
Sweet Sizzle
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Sweet Sizzle

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Bennet Jackson has never gotten over the innocent girl he foolishly let slip through his fingers. When Rory unexpectedly crashes back into his world, it’s his one shot at righting the wrongs of his past and getting her back in his bed and his life. For good. She has every reason to despise him, but there’s no way in hell he’s losing the woman of his dreams again...and he’s prepared to pull out every dirty, sexy, and hotter-than-sin trick to convince her to stay.

Warning: Contains one smokin’ hot firefighter skilled at fanning the flames, sexy times in a kitchen, and whipped cream. Author assumes no responsibility for any uncontrollable cravings that might occur.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJodi Redford
Release dateJan 14, 2014
ISBN9781310948466
Sweet Sizzle
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Jodi Redford

At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat. She has won numerous awards, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.  

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    Sweet Sizzle - Jodi Redford

    Sweet Sizzle

    By

    Jodi Redford

    SWEET SIZZLE

    Copyright 2014 Jodi Redford

    Edited by LR Burnia

    Published by Jodi Redford

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by an means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system-except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine, newspaper, or on the web-without permission in writing from the author.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Epilogue

    About Jodi Redford

    Other Books by Jodi

    Perfect Chemistry Excerpt

    Double Dare Excerpt

    Naughty Girls Do Excerpt

    CHAPTER ONE

    Cupid. If it were up to her, Rory Sinclair would happily dropkick that little bastard off the nearest bridge. Instead she pasted on her best chipper smile and inspected it in the rear view mirror. I look like I’m fucking constipated. She canned the smile with a grimace and merged into the right lane just as the opening strains of Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me blasted from her cellphone. Distracted, she grabbed the device from its resting place in the center cup holder and jabbed the Talk button with her nail. Hello?

    Do you know what day it is? A long death rattle of a cough rear-ended Hailey Yearwood’s raspy demand.

    Uh, Thursday?

    It’s freakin’ Valentine’s Day. You are not allowed to mingle with the public today, much less deliver heart-shaped baked goods. You know this.

    Relax, I’m fine. Trisha asked if she could stay back at the store and man the counter so she could get some studying done in between customers. Rory eased up on the gas and scanned the addresses on the buildings flanking Lincoln Avenue. And why are you calling me? You’re supposed to be taking it easy. Earlier in the week, Hailey had come down with a hellacious case of the flu, hence the reason why she currently sounded like she was Harvey Fierstein’s vocal stand in. Hailey’s contagious cruddies were also the numero uno reason for Rory having to forgo her annual Valentine’s Day boycott. Something Hailey was clearly stressing big time over. Not that Rory necessarily blamed her. When it came to incompatible commodities, Rory and Valentine’s Day ranked somewhere between fire and gasoline and water and electricity.

    Another phlegm-filled wheeze drifted through the receiver. I’m lying in bed, not running a marathon, for cripe’s sake.

    Rory squinted. Are you taking your antibiotics like you’re supposed to?

    Yes. For the most part.

    Hail, what am I going to do with you? In addition to them owning The Sweet Spot together, they’d been best friends since middle school. It was Rory’s responsibility to make sure Hailey took care of herself, and vice versa.

    I hate medicine. All those side effects causing God knows what issues later on down the road.

    You mean like actually being able to breathe and talk normally again? Yee gads, the horror.

    I’ll take my pills as soon as I know you’re done with the deliveries.

    An imposing brick building with two shiny red fire trucks parked out front popped into view, and Rory mentally pumped her fist in victory. I’m about to pull into the last one.

    Thank God.

    Rory nosed her Subaru into the Fire Station’s service drive and scoped for a place to park. I’ll have you know that I managed to get through every single delivery without once mentioning the weirdness of venerating a holiday that encourages open bow season on humans via a Pampers-wearing man-baby.

    "Yeah, you can run as many victory laps as you want for that crowning achievement after wrapping things up at that last stop. Where are you, anyway?"

    Fire Station 5, AKA House of the Smokin’ Hot Hotties.

    Just don’t blow this one, okay? It could be a good gig for us. A series of rattling coughs interrupted Hailey’s speech before she continued on. Make sure and mention our daily muffin specials while you’re at it too. Firemen freakin’ love muffins.

    Rory quirked an eyebrow. Where did you hear that newsflash?

    I might have made it up. I think the sleep deprivation is starting to kick in.

    Take. Your. Meds. And don’t fret anymore, Ms. Worry Wart. By the time I’m done with these fire dudes, they will freakin’ love muffins. And everything else The Sweet Spot has to offer.

    I’ll just be happy if you get out of there sans any suggestion of dick-punching Cupid.

    Jeez Louise, I mention it one time, and it’s held against me the rest of my life. Rolling her eyes, Rory coasted into the solitary vacant spot next to the entrance and braked to a stop.

    That’s because you know damn well it isn’t Cupid who deserves the left hook to his nads.

    Rory massaged her temple. Could we please not talk about that right now? It was bad enough she had this damn holiday as a constant reminder. Short of it being permanently stricken from the calendar, she had no choice but to pull up her big girl panties and deal with it. But there was no way in hell she was going to waste one more thought on he-who-shall-not-be-named.

    It’s been ten years, Rory. Bennet Jackson doesn’t deserve another second of your mental energy.

    I know. I’m obviously a pathetic loser who’s mastered the art of holding a grudge. Go me. As much as she wanted to cling to the delusion of that being all it amounted to, the shameful truth was it went much deeper than that. She couldn’t forget Ben because he still mattered to her, even while she wished with every fiber of her being that he didn’t.

    A long silence stretched across the line before Hailey’s sigh broke the obvious void. Just promise me this is the last Valentine’s Day you boycott because of him.

    Rory nodded. You have my solemn oath that next year I’ll find an entirely different reason that has nothing to do with him.

    You know that isn’t what I meant. In fact, I’ve got an idea. Reinvent the holiday. Swap out the old standard with a new, improved version of Valentine’s Day that’s actually worth celebrating.

    Holy crap, you are sleep deprived. The delusions are setting in.

    Scoff all you want, but I think it’d be good for you. There’s no better way to get over Bennet than replacing his memory with another one. Hailey’s voice turned calculating. You can’t get much hotter than a firefighter, if you get what I’m sayin’.

    In theory. But Hailey didn’t know every nitty gritty detail of Rory’s past history with Bennet. He wouldn’t be that easy to lock away in a dim compartment of her brain. Lord knows she’d tried. I’ll give it some consideration, okay? Now go take your antibiotics and get some damn rest. She ended the call and thunked her head back against the neck rest with a weary exhalation.

    Against her will, a not entirely time-faded recollection ghosted to the forefront of her mind. Beautiful cocoa brown eyes that she swore could see all the way into the depths of her soul, a shuddered breath synchronized with her own, and the scary, sweet joy of that first moment of completely letting someone in—both physically and emotionally.

    "Am I hurting you?"

    "No. Ben, it’s…you’re…" A gasp leaked from her as he started to move. She wanted to tell him everything singing in her heart. How she’d waited for this moment, this intimate connection she’d saved exclusively for him. Because he was the one. The only one. Always. But the words remained jammed in her throat, the intense emotions and erotic sweet sizzle zip-lining through her body making speech impossible.

    He closed his eyes and nuzzled her neck, another shuddery exhalation slipping

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