Wasted Heat

I can't forget the luscious girl I rescued from the fire. Ally. She's a stunning beauty with curves hot enough to melt the frost off a polar bear's ass. With all the wicked ways she tempts me, I want her sugary sweetness even more than one of her Red Velvet Raptures. I'll taste her. I'll ravish her until she screams my name. I'll own her. But how can I keep Ally in my arms and my bed where she belongs when an evil blast from my past has shown up at the counter of her cupcake bakery wanting a pound of flesh along with her Dark Chocolate Decadence? My sordid history has come back to bite me. And it's wearing heels.