Miss Firecracker

Book 2 of the Wild West Boys Series

A love match hotter than the Fourth of July…

Construction worker Willow Gregory entered the annual Miss Firecracker beauty contest on a dare and shocked everyone by winning. After a year of tiara-wearing good behavior, she’s ready to cut loose—but waking up naked in a sexy stranger’s bed with no memory of the havoc she wreaked the night before wasn’t part of the plan.

Bartender Blake West thinks he could possibly be the only man alive who could say no to a drunken, horny, beauty queen—a sexpot who ends up trashing his buddy’s bar during a fight. Despite how hot she fires his blood, he demands she work off the damages in the bar…or face jail time.

Working in close quarters is an explosive combination they can’t resist. But their agreement for a no-heartstrings-attached affair hits a snag when they realize the spark between them might be strong enough to burn for a lifetime…

Praise for Miss Firecracker »

  • This hot little novella starts out with a bang and doesn’t let up. I always enjoy Lorelei James’ candid writing style and down-to-earth characters, but something about this book just weaseled its way into my heart and made itself at home…Miss Firecracker is the perfect summer read…

    Fallen Angels Reviews, Recommended Read

  • I continue to find Ms. James writing refreshing and just plain a joy to read and Miss Firecracker is no exception….

    Joyfully Reviewed, Recommended Read

  • Miss Firecracker is a great addition to the Wild West Boys series…Ms. James really knows how to create a feel good erotic romance with a deep connection between the characters. Miss Firecracker is a must read for the sparks and fun.

    Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  • MISS FIRECRACKER had me chuckling at Willow’s drunken antics…Willow and Blake fit together so perfectly that they’re a pleasure to read about…their encounters are hot enough to leave you sweating. Ms. James is a talented author who never fails to thrill readers with her sexy heroes and delightful storylines.

    Romance Junkies

Excerpt »

Immediately the delectable Willow Gregory appeared in his mind’s eye. There was something about the former Miss Firecracker that made him want to blow his Mr. Nice Guy persona straight to hell.

After mopping the floor behind the bar, Blake restocked the liquor shelves. He called the supplier and tripled the beer order. He lined up limes, lemons and oranges for slicing.

He’d just poured himself a Coke on ice when the cowbell on the front door clanked and Willow slunk in. Damn, she looked good. “Feeling better?”

“No. It’ll take more than a shower and four aspirin to purge my misdeeds, sad to say.” Her gaze zeroed in on his glass. “Are you drinking on the job?”

Rather than ask why Willow had such a low opinion of him right off the bat, he answered, “Nope,” very curtly. He pointed his finger at her. “And just so we’re straight, no drinking on the job for you either.”

“That’s not gonna be a problem. Today anyway.” She marched around the bar and planted herself in front of him.

Blake looked down at her. The top of her head didn’t reach his shoulder. If Mandy hadn’t checked her ID he never would’ve believed she was almost twenty-six. Willow projected sweetness and innocence with her cherubic face, big brown eyes, and wavy chestnut hair. Mercy, he’d like to drag her upstairs and prove that innocence was just a veneer.

“Where am I supposed to put my stuff?”

His gaze reconnected with hers as he tried to forget how perfect she looked naked. In his bed. “There’s a locker in the breakroom, which is next to the bathrooms.”

“Thanks.”

His eyes narrowed when Willow was back in a flash.

“You’re scowling at me like I’ve already done something wrong.”

“It’s hard to grasp your sudden change of attitude.”

She shrugged. “You know the saying, ‘When life gives you lemons’. Speaking of…” She pointed to the fruit piled on the bar. “You making juice? Or a fruit basket?”

“Neither.” Blake pushed away from the barback. “You’ll be slicing them after we go over a few things.”

“What things?”

“Learning to take orders, to start.” He handed her an old-fashioned waitress order pad and a small round tray. “It might be easiest for you to write down the orders to begin with.”

“Write them down for you?”

“No, for yourself. The only time I’ll need a paper copy is when you have a big table, ten or more people, and they’re all ordering at the same time.”

“Got it.” She supported the tray on her hip. “Okay, hit me.”

“Pardon?”

She gestured impatiently with the pen. “Name some drinks. See if I can keep up.”

“Tangueray and tonic. Bud Light. Jack and Coke. Fat Tire. Seven and Seven. Fuzzy Navel. Diet and Captain. Chardonnay.”

Willow rattled them back.

“Good. Except for beer. Verify if they’re asking for a draft or a bottle.” He sipped his Coke. “How are your math skills?”

She offered him a droll stare. “Is this part of my punishment? You’re going to make me do story problems?”

Blake laughed. “I hated them in school too. No, I’m talking simple addition and subtraction. But fast addition and subtraction.”

“Can I use a calculator?”

“Nope. You can use your pad if you need to. Ready?”

“For what?”

“To tell me how much the drink order I just gave you costs.” He flipped the pad around on the tray. “Here’s the price list. Top shelf. Premium. Domestic bottled beer. Imported bottled beer. Tap beer. Wine. Soft drinks aren’t listed, but usually those are free for the designated—”

“Forty-one fifty?”

His mouth dropped open. “You figured that out already?” When her stare turned into a challenge, he backtracked. “Wow. You’ve got a head for numbers.” In addition to being a hot little number that makes my damn head spin.

Willow reached up and patted his cheek. “And don’t you forget it. So what’s next?”

“Wiping down the tables. The rags and cleaner are below the sink. I’ve gotta grab the cash drawer from the office and then I’ll help.”

He’d only made it a few steps when she said, “Blake. Wait.”

He stopped.

“I’m sorry for all the problems I caused last night. For being so touchy this morning.”

I wish we’d been a lot touchier this morning.

Blake bit back his retort and listened.

“You probably don’t believe me, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean, when I’m mad I yell and get in people’s face, but drinking until I pass out? Waking up naked in a strange man’s bed? And finding out I performed a strip tease for you—”

He whirled around. “You didn’t strip for me.”

“I didn’t?”

“No. After the sheriff left, you were upset so I took you up to the apartment. I’d planned to drive you home after I locked up the bar. But when I came back a couple hours later, you were naked and snoring on my bed. I slept on the couch. Nothin’ happened.”

The relief on her face was comical. “I hate that I don’t remember. Sounds like I was lucky to end up with you and not someone…less honest.”

Blake looked at her thoughtfully.

“What?”

“As long as we’re bein’ honest? My gentlemanly streak only goes so far and it’d been long gone last night if you had stripped for me. No way could I’ve kept my hands off you. No way. It was damn hard.” His gaze swept over her. “It’s still damn hard.” Boy-howdy was that statement true in more ways than one.

She blinked. “So my behavior didn’t repulse you?”

“Far from it. But fair warning. Next time I find you naked in my bed? There’s gonna be a whole lot happening. And I guarantee you’ll remember every single second of it.

Ridgeview Publishing
(August 27, 2016)
118 pages

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