Still reeling from being kidnapped and tortured by a copycat arsonist, Baylor Bass is struggling to adapt to her new life. Not only has she left her previous career as a police officer to become the newest member of the Hill City Fire Department, she’s also learning what it means to have Zander Doyle as her Daddy.

On top of her personal battles, the Hill City Arsonist is still at large, and he’s grown even bolder. Can Baylor learn to soar in her new roles and help catch a killer? Or will she get too close to the sun and lose everything she’s worked so hard for?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy action-packed romance contains elements of power exchange.


“I was a boy scout, remember? We are always prepared. Why else do you think I make you carry your paddle in your bag?”

“To embarrass me?”

He thought for a second before he shrugged. “It’s that too.” Letting the leather unwind, he rested his hand between her shoulder blades before issuing his next command, “Spread your legs.” When she did as she was told without the slightest bit of hesitation, pride welled in his chest. She was bullheaded, but that made her submission all the more beautiful. “You’re getting twenty with the strap now. When we get back to the house, I will finish your punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The sound of leather meeting skin was louder than he’d expected, but the noise didn’t worry him. He had a job to do, a woman to protect, even if it was from herself, and he would be damned if he was going to let a little bit of noise keep him from doing just that.

The strap bounced off her ass as he gradually worked his way down the swell of her reddening globes. “Ow!” A particularly nasty lash kissed her sit spots, forcing her hands to move from the sink.

“Put those hands back where they belong. Right now.” As soon as she wrapped her fingers around the basin of the sink again, he let the strap fly.

After another four, he stopped. “Three more, baby.” The small whine had him biting the inside of his cheek. She knew when he announced the final swats, whatever the number, they were going to be the worst, and this time was no different. As he brought the leather down sharply, he laid three solid licks directly on her sit spots.

After tucking the implement away, he gathered Baylor in his arms, gently pulling her lip from between her teeth. “One of these days, you’re going to bite that lip clean off.”

Not bothering to lift her head from his chest, she mumbled, “I had to keep from crying somehow.”

“Why couldn’t you cry?”

“Everyone would know.”