Up In Flames (Club Chrome 3)

SOMETIMES THE HEAT IS ALL YOU CRAVE

Angel Dean knows from experience, James “Pyro” DeMarco ruins lives — because he ruined hers.

Her older sister Ashley was brutally murdered because of Pyro and Angel has never forgiven him.

Angel just wants a clean start but someone wants Pyro dead and they’re going to use Angel to get it done. Forced to earn his trust and then betray him, Angel must do whatever she can to deliver Pyro or else someone else she loves dearly is going to die.

Pyro doesn’t believe in redemption or second chances but when Angel shows up on his doorstep in desperate need of help, he feels obligated to do what he can because of what’d went down all those years ago.

But the best of intentions never seem to work out in Pyro’s world and soon enough he’s fighting an attraction that defies reason — and will most certainly end badly for them both if he’s not careful.



Can love survive the heat of betrayal or will everything go up in flames?

Find out in the thrilling final book in Alexx Andria’s Club Chrome series!



Excerpt:

“Go back to bed, Angel.” “I’m not a kid anymore,” she dared, taking a step closer. “I haven’t been a kid since the day you got my sister killed so don’t go and pretend like you’ve got some moral line you won’t cross. It’s nothing but lip service and I’m in no mood to hear it.” His strained chuckle rang a chord deep inside her and she wondered if she could handle someone like Pyro. He was dangerous, raw and primal, which meant sex with him wouldn’t be a quickie, one and done. She was wearing one of his old tees but she might as well been naked. His gaze raked her body and the hunger in his eyes stole her breath. She’d never known anyone to look at her that way — as if he were desperate to devour her — and it was intoxicating. He stalked toward her and in spite of herself, she backed away until she was pressed against the wall. He framed her on both sides, staring down at her with something that she couldn’t put her finger on — maybe something he didn’t want to feel — and she stared up at him, daring him to take it to the next level. “What if I told you that I wanted you? Would that soothe whatever womanly ego you’ve got going on?” “Don’t mock me,” she growled with genuine anger. “I never asked you to play the hero. I know you’re not a good guy and I’m not expecting anything more from you than a place to crash for a few days. If you can’t see me as a woman, and not the kid you left behind, that’s your loss, buddy.” She went to push him away but he hoisted her onto his hips before sealing his mouth to hers in a brutal invasion that was neither sweet nor gentle but seemed fitting for what they were both aiming for.