Someone is sending secretary Bailee Boyd emails about local fires...before they've started. After a nearby chemical plant goes up in flames, she goes to the fire marshal's office to report the mysterious messages and meets a man who kindles some serious heat of an entirely different kind. Her troubles have only just begun. Alec Somner, fire investigator and Guardian Protector, wants to stop the devious arsonist. But he's been trailing the Hunter for years and hasn't been able to stop him. In fact, he's set the latest fire under Alec's nose. And now, Alec has an unwanted distraction in the form of one blonde who has to merely flutter her eyelashes to spike a blaze in him. She's in danger and he must protect her. But oh, the agony. Neither Alec nor Bailee know they're up against a cold-blooded killer who will stop at nothing to finish what he's started...and passion so scorching it will make them both burn with desire. Previously published as LIGHT MY FIRE SAMPLE He was standing at the foot of the bed, several of scarves in his hands. His face was flushed, his jaw so tight she could see the muscles in his neck flexing. This was clearly a man who wasn’t going to argue. And he was also determined to convince her to accept his decision. That fact sent another blast of heat through her body. She’d never thought about it before now, but she realized she enjoyed having him take control in bed. It was exciting, thrilling, exhilarating, like a wild carnival ride. She wondered how far he’d take it. She dug her heels in to test him. “No. I want to watch you this time, to see you come.” “Bailee, I might seem like an easygoing guy outside of the bedroom, but when we go through that door, I’m the master.” “Ooh, submission games. I’ve never played those.” “It’s not a game. I mean this. You want to have sex, you’ll do it my way. I promise, you won’t be sorry. But don’t take too long deciding. My balls are going to explode.” Her gaze dropped to the aforementioned body part. Indeed, they looked a little tight, though she knew they wouldn’t literally explode. Quite the melodramatic one, this man was. Still, she could tell by the way he was standing, he was in a bit of agony. In answer, she merely took the position, flat on her back, arms up over her head, eyes closed. Just the act of relinquishing control stirred the need already burning inside. Sparks of white-hot desire shot through her system, like sparks from a burning log. He wasted no time, just got the job done in a hurry. Even so, by the time her second hand was secured to the headboard, she was practically ready to come. As if he sensed her growing appreciation for being tied up, he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to tie your legs too, Bailee. It will be so sexy. I’m going to tie your ankles up so that your legs are bent, way up like this,” He pushed her feet until her knees were bent, her feet up by her hips. “So wide. So open.” She shuddered. She loved the way this guy thought. “Yes. Oh yes.” He wrapped a scarf around each ankle and tugged gently until her feet were as high and wide apart as she could handle. What sweet agony! She was powerless, completely at his mercy, and she loved it. She’d never tried anything like this. It was fun! It was sexy. It was…oddly liberating.