Burn for Me

He's a cop with a body built for war and a heart caged by guilt. She's a psychologist who sees his soul-and wants it all. Alexander Stone, 6'8" of raw power, is the best fighter in his unit, haunted by a past that hunts him. Emma Bell, 5'3" with fiery red hair, is his salvation, loving him fiercely. Their passion is a wildfire, but a vendetta threatens to consume them. In a city of shadows, every kiss could be their last.

Emma's silk camisole clung to her curves, red hair a fiery cascade. Alexander, 6'8" of muscle, loomed close, scars bared, blue eyes hungry. "I'm not gentle tonight," he growled, hands hovering over her hips.

"I don't want gentle," she whispered, fingers tracing his abs, sparking heat. "I want you."

"Fuck, Emma," he rasped, pulling her close, his erection hard against her. "You'll break me."

"Break me back," she said, lips brushing his. "Make me scream your name."

His growl was primal. "Hold on, baby. This'll burn."