Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 24, 2018
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Romance
Who knew smoke could spark a fire? We each have a secret. For three years, I've secretly obsessed over Daniel Stevenson, the hottest guy at Stonehaven High. There's just one small problem. Even though we sit three feet away from each other, we've never even spoken. But that's about to change. Too bad I'm lying in a hospital bed coughing my lungs out and he's out of my league. I've been secretly staring at Graziella Roberts, hands down the prettiest junior in school, every day since our freshman year. Despite that she's the pastor's daughter all the guys want to date her. When my firefighter brother saves her from a house fire I grab the chance to finally talk to her. Too bad I can't confess how much I like her. Can we overcome the obstacles stopping us from sharing our secret love?
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The one thing I've been missing walks into my life. A man with blue-green eyes that sets my soul on fire. I sure didn't see Mr. Sexy in my stars. Ironically, I meet the man of my dreams in Alabama. He's a handsome helicopter pilot who moved into 9G down the hall. Our chemistry is off-the-charts HOT! He thinks I'm a sweet, southern girl. And for now, that's enough. There is no reason to share my secret yet. It serves no purpose for him to know I'm the hottest act on The Vegas Strip. A million-dollar diva with a show of my own. Experience has proven that information changes men. They stereotype me, and I am not a 'sex worker.' I'm a dancer who sells the suggestion of seduction. As a matter of fact, my Rule #1 is: No touching. So, my game plan is simple. Seduce him. See if this magical feeling between us is love. If the fireworks explode into something real, I'll share my secret then. But if the fireworks implode, there was no need for him to have known. Time to test Mr. Sexy's desire. Is it lust or love?

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