Tessa lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband and young daughter. When she isn't writing or reading romance, Tessa enjoys a good argument and thirty-minute recipes.
Five things that make me think of summer!
1. Dirty Dancing. The ultimate summer movie. When I think of Dirty Dancing, my mind specifically zeroes in on Baby carrying the watermelon. You would think it would jump straight to Swayze’s butt in those dancing pants, but no. Watermelon. Every time I hear the soundtrack to this movie, I think of warm weather and those awkward, too-long family vacations that define summer. Nothing quite like what happened to Baby (spoiler: her name is really Francis) ever happened to me, but the movie definitely inspired hope when I was a teenager.
2. Cool Water cologne. My very first sort-of boyfriend wore this scent and every once in a while, I’ll catch a whiff of it somewhere, usually left behind by a pack of passing high school kids. It reminds me of summer vacation after freshman year of high school. Rolling up my jean shorts and tying my T-shirts into a knot so my stomach would show. (shaking my head)
3. The Real World: Seattle. When I was fifteen, I went to stay with my grandmother for two weeks during summer vacation. My parents didn’t allow MTV in our house, so I took this opportunity to devour the channel. That was when everyone still watched The Real World and I just remember thinking I would DIE when I couldn’t see the finale back at home. That was also the season one of the female cast members got slapped by one of the guys. So, I was just outraged all over the place.
4. Sub Sandwiches. I worked at Subway AND Submarina when I was in high school, so I have a lot of bitter memories of being stuck behind sneeze guards while it was eighty degrees and beautiful outside. I’m still highly critical of subway sandwiches, the way all former sandwich artists are… ;)
5. Snappers. There’s this toy that’s probably not on the market anymore, but it was like gunpowder (or something like it) twisted inside white, plastic material. And when you threw them down on the sidewalk, they made a loud SNAP noise. My friends and I used to put huge piles of them in the street, so when cars went by, there would be deafening crackles and snaps. I have no idea why we thought that was so hysterical, but those are some good summer memories. Rolling on the grass thinking we got one over one those motorists.
Never start a fire you can’t control…
Connor Bannon is supposed to be dead. Dishonorably discharged from the Navy SEALs, he's spent the last two years working as a street enforcer in Brooklyn for his cousin's crime ring. Through a twist of fate, he's now in Chicago, working undercover to bust criminals. But when a cute little arsonist joins the team—all combat boots, tiny jean shorts, and hot-pink hair—Connor’s notorious iron control slips.
Erin "she's getting away" O'Dea knows two things. She hates authority. And… Nope, that's it. When she's forced to operate on the “right” side of the law, her fear of being confined and controlled blazes to the surface. The last thing she expects is a control freak like Connor to soothe her when she needs it most. Worse, something behind the sexy ex-soldier's eyes ignites a dangerous inferno of desire. One that invites Erin to play with fire. And one that could get them both killed…
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