Tangled Heat

Amara Blake is done with Marcus — or so she tells herself. But one reckless night in a dim bar leads to a kiss that lingers long after dawn. She doesn’t expect to see him again — until he steps out of the kitchen, knife in hand, eyes locking onto hers with dangerous recognition. Jaxon Steele owns the restaurant, the room, and now, her pulse. One touch could ruin everything. But resisting might destroy her first.

Tangled Heat

Amara Blake is done with Marcus — or so she tells herself. But one reckless night in a dim bar leads to a kiss that lingers long after dawn. She doesn’t expect to see him again — until he steps out of the kitchen, knife in hand, eyes locking onto hers with dangerous recognition. Jaxon Steele owns the restaurant, the room, and now, her pulse. One touch could ruin everything. But resisting might destroy her first.

I still taste him when I close my eyes.

Not Marcus — never Marcus. Him. The stranger from the bar. The one whose hands were rough, whose mouth was slow, whose green eyes burned through me like I was already bare.

It was supposed to be one night. A mistake. A spark in the dark.

But now I’m sitting at Ember & Vine, silverware in hand, Marcus droning on about his latest promotion — and then the kitchen door swings open.

Jaxon Steele steps out, chef’s coat hugging broad shoulders, tattoos snaking up his arms like promises. His gaze finds mine instantly. A smirk tugs at his lips. And then — a wink.

Right in front of my boyfriend.

My breath stalls. My skin heats. And beneath the table, my fingers tremble.

He remembers.

And from the way he’s looking at me, he’s not done.