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When firefighter Ashton Blaise rescues a kitten from a burning house, he expects the usual gratitude of the homeowner. Leah Allain, recently appointed the director of the Safe Haven Animal Shelter, denies the cat is hers and cajoles him into keeping it. She refuses his offer to find her a place to stay, saying she will live in her barn, a former artists’ studio.  That evening, he shows up with a meal he has made himself to help her out.  Ashton is brave, handsome, kind, and can cook!  Leah rebuffs him again.  Accustomed to women throwing themselves at him, Ash is intrigued—and worried because Leah’s house was intentionally set on fire.
Not totally immune to Ashton’s charms, Leah has resolved not to get involved with another guy out of her league, like the married man who took advantage of her not too long ago. Once burned, twice shy.  Having made some unpopular decisions at the shelter, Leah is aware that she might have attracted an arsonist trying to be rid of her.  Responsible for her senile grandmother, she cannot pull up roots and run away again as she did from her married lover. Still, Ash keeps finding excuses to be a part of her life despite his demanding job and a grandfather who needs his care.  Can he start a fire in Leah’s heart and keep it blazing?
Ash had the second batch of eggs cooking and
 fresh bread in the toaster by the time Leah padded down 
 the hall in her bare feet. She wouldn’t want to talk
 about them or other serious issues. He’d get her in a
 good mood and start with some of the easier stuff.
      On purpose, he kept his back turned and grabbed a
 broom and dustpan to clean up the havoc the pets
 wrought in their absence. One plate cracked cleanly in
 half and washed clean of cold eggs by puppy tongues
 lay on the floor. Bandit might have contributed to part
 of the action as he sat nonchalantly washing his face
 and paws in a corner while his co-conspirators napped nearby.
      Ash bent way over and twitched his ass a few
 times. Peering through his splayed legs at Leah’s sheer
 peach polished toenails, he said, “See, I know a few of
 Cole’s moves.”
      “Your butt is much leaner, the way I like center cut
 bacon.” Leah took a step forward and pinched a butt
 cheek. Dropping the dustpan and broom with a clatter,
 Ash jolted upward. “See, it isn’t easy being a sex
 object,” she jeered.
      “Move no farther. We might have broken glass on
 the floor, but so far it looks clean.” He spun around,
 scooped her up, and settled her in a chair at the table in
 front of cups of orange juice and hot coffee.
      “Eggs up in a minute.” The toast popped. He took
 the time to slather the bread with butter, slice it into
 triangles, and deliver the plate to the table.
      With her chin cupped in her hands, Leah said, “Are
 you sure this isn’t my dream date?”






Jacob Day returns to Maine after service in Afghanistan where he was captured and tortured by the enemy before making an escape. His resulting nightmares and paranoia make him feel unfit for human company. Though well-educated, he takes up his late father’s trade as a lobster fisherman and lives alone on a deserted island the locals call No Hope, the perfect place for him.
Diana Mayfield is the granddaughter of a wealthy senator who kept her on too tight a rein. During her senior year abroad while Jake fought, Diana cavorted with an assortment of Euro-trash creating one scandal after another. Coming to her senses, she returns home hoping to salvage her reputation, but the paparazzi hound her. Seeking solitude, she retreats to the Mayfield’s summer house in Maine where the press still follows. After telling her grandfather she wants a place where she can be left alone, he buys No Hope Island and begins to build a house for her there.
Jake will not relinquish his sanctuary to anyone, not even Diana whom he used to worship as being too far above him when he worked his father’s boat. Diana, always attracted to Jake, feels she might be one of the reasons he went off to war. She tries to prove they can live on the island in harmony. But, can she convince Jake to share his place apart when he is determined to drive her away? Sparks do fly.


“I could hurt you!” he threatened.
“You already did once, and I survived. You won’t do it again. Let’s talk about…”
“Not us.”
“About No Hope Island, how we could work out an arrangement.”
He’d lost another chance to escape. She’d kept him talking, and now Diana was nearly in his face. Why, when it came to her, did he always miss his chance?
“Fine, we’ll do that. I need to cover your eyes.”
“What, so you can lead me off a cliff?”
“Maybe later. Right now, I only want to get out of the rain before my coffee scorches.”   Jake grabbed the brim of her over sized rain hat and pulled it down over her eyes all the way to the end of her nose. “I won’t let you walk into a tree.”
“Okay,” she said from deep within the hat. “If you try to desert me somewhere, I’ll let Matey loose, and he’ll find you for me. Just saying.”

With his mind far away in Afghanistan, Jake automatically released the buoy and heaved another heavy lobster pot over the side. The loop of cable wrapped around his ankle like an attacking anaconda. The weight of the plummeting trap yanked him over the side and carried him down into cold, dark water. Jake refused to panic and let them win. Hanging by his leg prevented his waders from filling with water and the knife he kept in his boot from slipping to the bottom. He grabbed the cable above him with one hand, pulling himself upright, and worked the knife free from its sheath. Chances were he couldn’t saw through the tough line before he’d have to draw a breath, before the chill, briny water forced its way into his lungs. But, he’d fight not to die this way and kept holding his breath, working the blade before his mind and fingers became too numb to function. Air bubbles began to escape from his crooked nose a few small bursts at a time. His sealed lips opened slightly and released more air. Soon, he’d feel that burning sensation of lungs demanding more oxygen, the same torment he dreamt about.
Something bumped his shoulder. A shark?  Fine, let it sever his jugular before he gulped down seawater. Maybe a benign dolphin. Legends claimed they sometimes saved drowning men by pushing them to the surface. Tugging on a strap of his waders, something drew him upwards. A mermaid, an angel?  He’d held his breath far too long and become delusional. As his head broke the surface, the trap fell away, its cable shredded to the point of not being able to bear the weight. Gasping, Jake kicked off his water-filled fisherman’s boots and began to swim toward the Bessie D. bobbing nearby. Matey with his canine teeth still gripping the shoulder strap did not let go until Jake heaved himself over the side.  Both of them lay panting in the bottom of the boat, but not for long    



 Once a librarian, now a writer of romance, Lynn Shurr grew up in Pennsylvania Dutch country.  She attended a state college and earned a very impractical B.A. in English Literature.  Her first job out of school really was working as a cashier in a burger joint.  Moving from one humble job to another, she traveled to North Carolina, then Germany, then California where she buckled down and studied for an M.A. in Librarianship.
New degree in hand, she found her first reference job in the Heart of Cajun Country, Lafayette, Louisiana.  For her, the old saying, “Once you’ve tasted bayou water, you will always stay here” came true.  She raised three children not far from the Bayou Teche and lives there still with her astronomer husband.
When not writing, Lynn likes to paint, cheer for the New Orleans Saints and LSU Tigers, and take long road trips nearly anywhere.  Her love of the bayou country, its history and customs, often shows in the background for her books.
She is the author of more than twenty romance novels including the popular Sinners sports romance series: Goals for a Sinner, Wish for a Sinner, Kicks for a Sinner, Paradise for a Sinner, Love Letter for a Sinner, Son of a Sinner, She’s a Sinner, Sister of a Sinner, Never a Sinner, and the Mardi Gras series: Queen of the Mardi Gras Ball, Mardi Gras Madness and Courir de Mardi Gras.  She has also written a contemporary western series: The Convent Rose, A Wild Red Rose, Always Yellow Roses, and The Courville Rose. Her two Cajun contemporary romances are A Taste of Bayou Water and Blessings and Curses. Her stand-alone contemporary romance, A Trashy Affair, is now an Amazon exclusive.  The single titles, A Will of her Own, An Ashy Affair, and A Place Apart are Lynn’s newest books.
You may contact Lynn at lynn.shurr@yahoo.com, www.lynnshurr.com or visit her blog – http://lynnshurr.blogspot.com/. She would love to hear from you and have you review her books.




Other books by Lynn Shurr: The Mardi Gras Series—Queen of the Mardi Gras Ball, Mardi Gras Madness, and Courir de Mardi Gras; The Roses series—Always Yellow Roses, The Convent Rose, A Wild Red Rose, and The Courville Rose; her Cajun romances—A Taste of Bayou Water and Blessings and Curses; her single titles—A Trashy Affair, An Ashy Affair, A Will of her Own, and A Place Apart.
     More books by Lynn Shurr: The Sinners Sports Romances—Goals for a Sinner, Wish for a Sinner, Kicks for a Sinner, Paradise for a Sinner, Love Letter for a Sinner, Son of a Sinner, She’s a Sinner, and Sister of a Sinner.
      Available in soft cover and e-book from amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com, wildrosepress.com, and other venues.


     You may contact Lynn at lynn.shurr@yahoo.com. Visit her web site at www.lynnshurr.com or her blog at http://lynnshurr.blogspot.com. She would love to hear from you.

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