Hot In Here

By Sami Lee

Taming these firefighters promises to be one wild ride...

Best friends Leo and Blair share everything--a workplace, a house, and even women. When they meet the mysterious Ally, she seems destined to be another notch on their bed posts. Yet one night of passion has them wondering if there's more to life than an endless string of meaningless hook-ups... and if their wild Ally Cat might be the one to tame them both.

Ally figures fooling around with a couple of hot firefighters is a one-time deal. Her over protective family can barely stand the idea of her having one boyfriend. Introducing them to two could cause mass hysteria. But after one night of lethally hot loving, she's seriously tempted to go back for more...

Even though, when they find out who she is, there's every chance Leo and Blair will run screaming for the hills.

Discover if one night of passion can change three lives forever in Book 3 of the Ashton Heights Fire series. Hot In Here from award winning Australian erotic romance author Sami Lee is smoking hot!

*Intended for mature readers.
*Previously Published: (2015) Sami Lee

Ashton Heights Fire series by Sami Lee
1. Burning Up
2. Giving Off Sparks
3. Hot In Here
4. Erica's Choice

What readers are saying...
"Well this book certainly lived up to it's title!" ~Angela Lamb
"I loved this book and the way the author put the MMF relationship into a new perspective." ~Margy42

Perfect for fans of Mari Carr, Lila Dubois, and Jess Dee

• Language: English
• Publisher: Book Boutiques
• Release date: Nov 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781944003913

Sami Lee

Sami's been, in order: a secretary, sales assistant, bar tender, waitress, student, tutor, human resource manager and administration officer, but at heart she's always been a writer. She lives on the outskirts of Brisbane in Queensland, Australia with her husband and two stupendous daughters, where she spends her days juggling family life with work and writing, and frittering away far too much time on social media. Sami is multi-published in contemporary erotic romance, and is now enjoying writing sweet and romantic stories for Escape Publishing.

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Hot In Here

Ashton Heights Fire, Book 3

Sami Lee

Published 2016 by Book Boutiques.

ISBN: 978-1-944003-91-3

Copyright © 2016, Sami Lee.

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Blurb

Taming these firefighters promises to be one wild ride…

Best friends Leo and Blair share everything—a workplace, a house, and even women. When they meet the mysterious Ally she seems destined to be another notch on their bed posts. Yet one night of passion has them wondering if there’s more to life than an endless string of meaningless hook-ups… and if their wild Ally Cat might be the one to tame them both.

Ally figures fooling around with a couple of hot firefighters is a one-time deal. Her over-protective family can barely stand the idea of her having one boyfriend. Introducing them to two could cause mass hysteria. But after one night of lethally hot loving, she’s seriously tempted to go back for more…

Even though, when they find out who she really is, there’s every chance Leo and Blair will run screaming for the hills.

Previously Published

(2015) Sami Lee

Acknowledgement

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs, Tibbs Design

Chapter 1

The night was sultry, and the air inside the Sovereign Hotel was thick. Scores of bodies pressed together, giving off the kind of electric chemistry that usually ended with at least one patron picking a fight and consequently getting thrown out of the establishment. Others would wind up going home together.

Most nights, one of those people taking someone new home would have been Leo Chatfield. But tonight, despite the kinetic energy in the air and the endless possibilities the Friday night crowd presented, Leo wasn’t feeling it. Truth be told, he had been growing tired of casual sex for a while now. He wanted something else, something more. Lately, he’d been yearning for someone to laugh with, someone who’d stay beside him all night and wake up next to him in the morning. Someone he could really care about.

In short, at the age of twenty-eight, Leo had decided he wanted a girlfriend. He just didn’t know how he was going to tell Blair Bowman that.

Your shout next time, Chats. The man in question returned from the bar and handed Leo a chilled bottle of beer. Don’t think I should show my face at the bar again.

What did you do?

Blair winced and gave an exaggerated shudder. Michelle’s working.

Leo groaned. I thought she moved to the Sunshine Coast.

Didn’t work out there, I guess. You’d think the distance would have given her some perspective, but apparently, she still hates me.

Blue. Everyone at the Ashton Heights fire station called Blair Blue most of the time. You told her she was too needy and that her desperate aura was a turn off.

Well, it was. One night means one night. We were both really clear with her about that, Blair reminded him. Why do some women not understand casual?

Sometimes the heart doesn’t agree with the head. I think Michelle liked you more than she let on.

Me? Blair raised a skeptical brow. It’s not me they like, Chats. It’s you.

Leo shook his head and went back to watching the game of pool in front of him. He’d already placed a gold coin on the edge of the table, claiming it for the next game. Unfortunately, the two guys currently locked in battle sucked at aiming, and shooting, and sinking balls—so basically they sucked at the entire game of pool. It felt to Leo like he’d been waiting forever and he was itching to do something.

Something other than rehash an old discussion with Blair. Leo took a swig of his beer and told himself to drop it. He couldn’t seem to. Women would like you more if you didn’t go out of your way to shut them out.

This again, Blair scoffed. I’m not shutting anyone out. I’m just not interested in happily ever after. No, more to the point, I don’t believe in it. I don’t want to lead anyone on, and I didn’t lead Michelle on. We were both straight up with her. What kind of woman goes to bed with two guys and thinks that’s going to lead to something serious?

Leo thought of his colleague Steve and the rumors that had gone around the fire station of how he had really hooked up with his girlfriend, Pam. Scuttlebutt was their relationship had started with a threesome between Steve, Pam, and another firefighter. Leo had always suspected his housemate, Rob McConnell, but Rob had refused to confirm or deny, and Leo had left it at that.

He thought of another firefighter, Corey Wachawski. He was openly bisexual and lived in a triad relationship with Dale Griffin and Erica Shannon. The three of them were tight, and Erica was pregnant now. Since he’d found out he was going to be a daddy, Corey had been walking around like he’d invented the Post-it note, all smiles like he was worth a trillion bucks.

Leo took another swig of his drink, that unsettling itch bugging him again. Everyone seemed to be moving on, growing up, getting serious. Everyone except him. And Blair, of course. The two of them seemed to be stuck on a merry-go-round, or was it stuck in a revolving door? They picked up a lot of girls—it was amazing how many were intrigued by the idea of a three way with two healthy young firemen—had awesome sex and parted ways with said girls the next day. It was a habit he and Blair had fallen in to when they’d started working together a couple of years ago. Blair was open about the fact he didn’t want to get serious, and at the time, Leo had felt the same way.

Sometime in the last few months though, things had changed for Leo. They hadn’t for Blair, which could prove to be a sticking point. He and Blair lived in a share house with Rob. How would inter-house relations go if Leo admitted he’d had enough of three-way casual sex and wanted to start actually dating properly?

I don’t know, Leo said quietly at last. Happily ever after happens sometimes, Blue. You seriously never wanted it?

It’s not about what I want. I’m not into self-delusion, that’s all. Are these guys ever going to sink the eight or what?

Leo recognized Blair’s change of subject for what it was—a way to avoid the discussion he never seemed to want to have. He expected everyone to believe the whole I-don’t-want-love-don’t-need-it-don’t-believe-in-it line, but something told Leo it wasn’t as simple as that. Whether it was the fact both Blair’s parents had been married several times or because some girl had trashed his heart long ago, Leo wasn’t sure, but Blair’s rejection of all things emotional had to come from somewhere.

Still, after two years of house sharing and woman sharing, Blair had never changed his tune. Leo didn’t expect to find out what really made the other man tick now. They suck, that’s for sure, Leo agreed about the pool-playing duo. But they’re getting there.

Just as he spoke the words, one of the players lucked into sinking the last of his balls and the black in one go. The winner whooped for joy while his opponent groaned. Leo was glad to have something to do at last besides contemplate the meaning of his life—or lack thereof. He stepped forward to retrieve his coin. Before he could do it, someone set another coin down beside it.

Leo saw the slender fingers tipped with purple nail polish, then the well-toned arm. A heartbeat later, he was looking into a pair of cobalt-blue eyes that were flecked with sparkly slivers of gold. The woman had hair the hue of black coffee that tumbled around her shoulders, unblemished olive skin and an impish smile to match the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. You don’t mind if I go after you?

Leo’s first thought was that he wouldn’t mind what she did as long as she smiled at him like that. He could picture it clearly. "Do you think you could be so kind as to hide a dead body for me? I’d be ever so grateful."

Why sure, he’d respond. "I’ll bring the shovel, gorgeous."

Leo smiled, amused. Or maybe he was dumbstruck, because after a moment, the woman raised a finely arched brow, making him realize he hadn’t answered her question. Ah…no. I don’t mind.

She flashed him a grin that made Leo’s toes curl. Great. I’m waiting for someone, and he’s late. If he’s not here by the time you guys finish, can I play the winner?

Leo’s heart sunk. She was waiting for someone. A boyfriend, no doubt. Or husband. He subtly checked out her ring finger, which was curled around a beer bottle—the same brand of domestic that he and Blue were drinking, he noted.

Nope, not a husband or fiancé. Still, there was the boyfriend thing, which was disappointing enough. Are you good?

Boyfriend or not, that came out flirty. The woman seemed to notice too, because that smile of hers curved wider and she responded with a cheeky, Only when I’m not being bad.

Oh boy.

She stuck out her free hand. I’m Ally, by the way.

Yes, you are. Wait—what? Leo took her hand, impressed by her confident shake. The name’s Leo.

And mine’s Blair.

Blair appeared out of nowhere. He had a way of doing that when a beautiful woman showed up. Ally turned to Blair and shook his hand too, offering him that sizzling smile. Nice to meet you, boys. Which one of you is better at pool? My guess is… she narrowed her eyes, sizing them both up. Eventually her gaze settled on Blair. You. I sense a killer instinct behind those eyes.

Blair grinned. You sense right.

Leo frowned. Did she prefer a man with a competitive streak? Doesn’t matter either way. She has a boyfriend. Still, he couldn’t let Blair get away with big-noting his pool skills unjustifiably. I’d say it’s too close to call.

Really? Ally’s intrigued blue gaze swung back to him. Care to take a bet? If Blair wins, you buy the next round of drinks.

And if he doesn’t?

I’ll buy. I can admit when I’m wrong.

Sounds like a good deal to me, Blair said.

You would say that, Leo retorted. None of the outcomes end up with you getting the drinks.

I wasn’t going to no matter what happened.

Leo remembered the scorned bartender and turned to Ally. You’d better watch out for him, Ally. He’s a heartbreaker.

And you’re not?

Blair laughed as he inserted the coin into the table’s slot, releasing the balls. Not Chats. Girls always want to stay friends with Chats.

If they stuck around long enough to get to know him, they usually did. It was Blair they tended to get pissy at when he reminded them he wasn’t relationship material. Probably because subtlety wasn’t his strong suit. Or maybe it was because he had that broody bad-boy persona that women seemed irresistibly drawn to.

Was Ally attracted to Blair? Leo had definitely felt a zing when they’d shaken hands. Had she felt the same when she’d touched Blair?

Given that he and Blair routinely shared women, Leo had no idea why that thought bothered him.

The boyfriend’s going to arrive any second now, dickbrain.

Shaking his pointless attraction to Ally off with a shrug, Leo picked up the pool cue and applied chalk to the tip. You want to flip for the break?

You take it, Blair said generously as he set up the balls in their neat triangle.

Don’t do me any favors, Blue. I’m going to kick your ass.

Blair flashed him a shit-eating grin. Go for it, killer.

Leo stifled a curse as he lined up the first shot. Sometimes he wondered why he was still friends with a wanker like Blair Bowman.

Chapter 2

Ally Wachawski watched the two men play pool with all the intensity of gladiators fighting to the death and tried not to laugh. It was difficult, and she kept having to hide her amused smirks behind her beer bottle. They were trash talking each other with colorful inventiveness, the kind of insult-trading that bespoke long friendship. It was such an Australian trait, and something she’d missed dearly in all the years she’d spent overseas.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have fired them up with that bet, but the devil on her shoulder had spoken, and this time the little red-caped minx just had to get her way. Not that that was different to most other times. That little devil was a persuasive woman.

There were no available tables, but Blair had managed to wrangle a spare stool from some other patrons. She sat on it by the window and pretended to watch the bustle of the city outside, when she was really watching Leo and Blair duke it out with an interest that was…

Let’s call a spade a spade and say sexual, Ally. Yep, she was definitely watching with more than a little sexual interest. How long had it been? Six months, she calculated. No—seven. Since Christian in Montreal. No wonder she was getting antsy.

You need another drink, Ally?

It was Leo, asking because he saw the empty bottle resting on the windowsill beside her. She sent him an expectant look. I’ll wait.

Leo grinned, displaying perfectly even