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against the object flattening her.
Easy, baby. It s just me.
Her eyes flew open, and she stared up at Blake in shock. Only a range of about four inches
separated them.
Thought you might like a little moral support down here.
Ohmigod. You really are a knight in shining armor, aren t you?
He grunted. Hardly.
She opened her mouth to disagree, but another explosion ripped through the night.
Was that planned? she gasped.
Yup. Secondary fluids exploding in the car. The oil and hydraulic fluid get hot enough from the
first explosion that they blow up, too.
Why don t they all blow up at once? she asked.
Different flash points, he muttered as his mouth drew closer to hers. Do you really want to talk
about the mechanics of explosives right now?
And that was when the adrenaline hit her. Like a runaway freight train, it slammed into her so hard
she didn t know what had hit her. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire, restless, hungry for&
something. She d nearly died just now, but she was alive. Alive! Exultation soared through her, and
she laughed aloud with it.
The square of sky overhead flickered as orange and lurid as the fires of damnation. And Blake
Ramsey was the fallen angel of temptation. She d never wanted anything as much in her life as she
wanted him right now.
God, that was incredible! She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the
mouth.
And then he kissed her back.
The heat and impact of that exploding car had nothing on Blake Ramsey. She was surrounded by his
own restless heat, his mouth on hers, his tongue plunging carnally into her mouth, and her sucking at
him like she planned to inhale him. His body moved against hers demanding acknowledgement and
she squirmed back, straining toward him. Toward the mind-blowing lust tearing through her and the
promise of slaking it in the hard body crushing hers.
Her hands raked frantically across his back. Her right leg wrapped around his hips to bind him to
her, rubbing parts of his that were shockingly hard and demanding against just the right place&
She groaned into his mouth and arched up into him, transformed into a wild thing she barely
recognized in the haze of lust pounding through her.
A gigantic hissing noise startled her and she lurched against Blake, terrified.
Fire truck spraying foam on the car fire, he muttered.
Laughing, she collapsed back against the mat. For a second there, I thought it was the serpent.
What serpent? he asked.
You know. The serpent. The one that tempted Eve. You gotta think it ended up in hell She
broke off as he stared down at her with a perplexed look. Hellfire. Damnation. Temptation& Never
mind, she muttered. Kiss me again.
His mouth curved up in a smile that could only belong to Lucifer. Yup, her analogy was spot on. He
was the tempter luring her to come on down to the Underworld. It ll be a great time. Stick with me,
babe, and I ll show you a hell of a good time&
Olivia? How are we doing?
She jolted as Jackson Motta called out from somewhere nearby. Blake rolled off her so fast she
was disoriented when Jackson s face appeared over the edge of the pit.
Ahh. Got yourself a foxhole buddy, did you? Motta commented. Thanks for looking out for our
girl, Blake. How d she come through her first big bang?
Motta had interrupted what had been about to become her first big bang, dammit.
Like a pro. It was a little hotter in here than I anticipated.
She all but choked on a crack of laughter. How on Earth did he say that with a straight face?
Next time we ll dig a little deeper hole for her, so she doesn t get burned, Blake added.
Got it, Motta replied.
Blake stood and held a hand down to her. They climbed out of the pit, and he strolled away as if
nothing had ever happened. But her insides still jangled. She was as jumpy as if she d downed a half-
dozen espresso shots.
Brilliant, Liv, Adrian cried out as she headed toward him for further instructions. That look on
your face as you launched yourself toward the foxhole just brilliant!
That s what genuine terror did for an actress. Do you need anything more from me tonight? she
asked dryly.
No. We re good. Head on over to your trailer and get some sleep. We ve got a big day
tomorrow.
Several hundred extras were being bused to the set first thing in the morning to play a zombie
hoard. Big crowd scenes were always chaotic to shoot. Kay. Night, boss.
Good job today, kid.
She was still smiling as she headed into the rows of trailers and RV s that housed the crew. The
smell of meat charring on a grill wafted to her nose and, mouth watering, she headed toward the
delicious odor. It led her to a roomy Army tent with the sides rolled up. A bunch of the stunt guys sat
on folding lawn chairs hoisting beers and laughing while Jackson Motta and an all too familiar tall,
crisp silhouette oversaw steaks on a gas grill. Their easy camaraderie struck her with longing.
Hey, Miss Harper, one of the guys said politely.
Blake turned sharply. But his face was relaxed as he smiled at her. Brewskie? he asked.
Yeah, actually, she smiled at him. That sounds great.
One of the stuntmen opened a plastic cooler, pulled out a can of beer, and tossed it to her.
Thanks, asshole, she groused, tapping the can to dispel the built-up pressure from throwing it.
She knew better than to open it now, unless she wanted to be doused in spraying beer. The guys all
laughed.
She sank into one of the folding aluminum lawn chairs and stretched out her legs.
How do you like your meat? Blake asked her casually. Too casually.
She grinned up at him. As close to raw as you can get it.
Thatta a girl, one of the guys laughed. Knows how to eat a piece of meat properly.
Her gaze snapped toward Blake, and the smirk in his answering look made her squirm. That
remains to be seen, he muttered just loud enough for her to hear without the others picking it up.
She mostly listened as the stunt crew traded war stories. Some of the men were ex-military and told
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