Tiger Tricks by Edith Scott

Rhett: I’ve fought a lot of fires but this is one blaze I can’t put out.

I rose from my past and became a damn good fireman. They made me the cover model for the calendar, but I’m still not a fit for polite society.
I don’t do commitment. Or responsibility. But then a crazy fan sent me a puppy — a terrified untrained Dalmatian. I was supposed to throw him away?
The gorgeous guy at the shelter wasn’t impressed either. Oscar took my breath away, all dark eyes, glasses and skinny jeans.
He’s way out of my league. No strings? No problem.

But is our burning chemistry is too hot to handle?

Oscar: You know what they say about playing with fire.

I was a social media star until an ugly public breakup drove me to idyllic Amberly. I needed to get away from it all. Live the analog life. Work in the dog shelter. Stay out of relationships.
Then the fireman hunk on my calendar walked into the shelter cradling a Dalmatian puppy in his arms.
Rhett is sexy. Tattooed. Covered in muscles. He’s the player bad boy I definitely should stay away from. So when he answered my ad to rent my guest house, and my history of bad judgment, of course, I said yes.

Can I handle a fling without getting burned?