HOTHEAD
LOVE BURNS SERIES BOOK FOUR


When a sexy fireman and a sassy filmmaker’s worlds collide, can they stand still long enough to let love ignite, or will their instinct to run keep them from the one thing worth fighting for?
Luke Cappelli is the ultimate bachelor. He’s never stuck around longer than one night, and no woman has ever tempted him to. Until Bella. With a face that rivaled an angel’s and a mouth that could make a sinner blush, it was like she was created especially for him. Which is why committing to a few weeks of fun felt easy. But when it came time for her to leave, Luke realized letting her go wasn’t just hard—it was impossible.
Bella had one job. Deliver a letter: that’s it. Easy. She’d be in and out of Woodvalley Pines faster than you could say “howdy”. Well, that was the plan anyway. Until she came face to face with broody firefighter, Luke Cappelli. With a sarcastic remark for every occasion and enough red flags to fill a parade, the man had heartbreaker written all over him. It didn’t matter, though, because their time together had an expiry date, which was for the best. Wasn’t it?
Excerpt
“My name’s Bella.” A faint smile began to curve her lips. “I worked with your brother. Well, half brother, I guess. Marco. Marco Cappelli.”
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He didn’t know what was making his stomach churn more, those glittering eyes, that smile, or hearing that name again. After all this time.
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Then something clicked. “You said was … was a friend—what does that mean?”
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He immediately regretted asking as he witnessed her spark slowly dull and anguish seep into every pore.
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Chatter in the background came to a stop. The whole main floor was eerily quiet. So quiet he heard the footsteps of his friends as they began to scatter, pretending to busy themselves. He didn’t miss that they were all still very much within earshot.
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Nosy b*stards.
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Another step closer and something that smelled a lot like wild berries hit the back of his throat.
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“Marco died. Two months ago,” she announced.
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His stomach was no longer churning. It was spasming from the punch to the gut he’d just received. Marco was f*cking dead? How the hell could he be dead?
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You have an audience. Get your sh*t together.
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It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He needed to get out of there before he asked the questions he didn’t even know that he wanted answers to. This time his facial expressions weren’t neutral, they were blanked as he took another step toward the heavenly being before him, ignoring the berries and closing what little distance was left between them.
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“Why are you here?”
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Her chin lifted while his dipped. Holy hell. How was it possible that a woman who had the face of an angel could inspire so much f*cking sin? Especially now. Corrupting her is the last thing he should be thinking about.
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Talk about not the f*cking time. Maybe concentrate on the pounding in your ears first, man?
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“Your brother sent me.”
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“My dead brother sent you?” He felt one eyebrow quirk up. “No. Wait. Don’t tell me … you’re here to bridge the gap between the living and the dead. Relay a message to me from beyond the grave? All for the bargain price of ninety-nine ninety-five.”
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His sarcastic reply didn’t exactly elicit the reaction he was expecting. Bella’s mouth stretched so wide in response that he got his first glimpse of straight white teeth.
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Her teeth had to be perfect too, didn’t they?
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“Marco was right about you.”
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That jolted him back to reality.
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“Look, lady—”
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“Bella,” she corrected.
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“Look, Bella, I don’t know exactly what Marco told you, but—”
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“I have a letter,” she cut him off again. Was it him, or did she look like she was enjoying this a bit too much? “He left you a letter.”
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Luke lost her eyes for a moment as she reached around and pulled out an envelope from her back pocket.
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“I don’t care if you’ve got a damn book, lady—”
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“Bella,” she corrected again.
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Seriously? Is this chick for real?
