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Title: Heads on Fire

Author: Elora Nicole Ramirez

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Heads on Fire:

Nova Scofield isn’t looking for anything serious. She’s not looking for anything at all, actually. Still recovering after walking away from her narcissistic fiancé weeks before their wedding, she is happily focused on her floral shop, Wild Flora.

But then Jax Stratford walks into the shop and Nova suddenly remembers what it’s like to feel the gravitational pull of chemistry. For one night, she allows herself the freedom of letting her desire lead her.

The only problem is Jax isn’t a one night stand — he’s a potential business partner. Despite her best judgment, she agrees to a date and finds herself falling head over heels.

But Nova’s ex refuses to let go — he keeps showing up and threatening to take over the flower shop she built with her best friend — making it impossible for Nova to move on from their relationship and the control he had over her.

To make matters worse, history surfaces and her ex shares something with her, making it seem Jax has kept the truth from her this entire time.

Will she give into the heat she feels with Jax?

Or will everything she’s worked for turn to ash?

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Excerpt:

I feel someone’s eyes on me and turn around, not expecting the absolute drop in my chest when I see who the gaze belongs to — it’s Jax. He’s at the booth with fresh coffee from one of our local shops. I smile when I see him studying me so intently he misses the barista handing him his coffee. He jerks his attention back, apologizes, and begins to walk over.

I turn to look at Gabi and she manages to see him walking over right as I turn for help. Her wide eyes look at me and then look at Mae. She leans forward for a moment, whispering. Mae’s face breaks out in recognition and she glances quickly to me and winks.

“Hey.”

I turn too quickly, knocking one of my baskets of leftover lavender off the table.

“Shit. Sorry. Hi.”

He leans over at the same time I do and our hands touch as we reach for the stems, and I freeze realizing the electricity is still there, perhaps even more intense than the night before. We gather everything, attempting to shake the dirt off what we can, and he helps me place them back in the basket. The whole time my heart is hammering a rhythm through my chest so loud I swear everyone around us can hear it.

“I’m so glad I ran into you today.”

I look at him, trying to collect myself. “You are?”

“Yeah. I realized this morning that I didn’t get your number and was afraid I was going to have to randomly drop by Wild Flora with some innocuous excuse just to see you.”

“…Oh.” I reply. I can’t feel anything right now. I rub my hand nervously over my eyebrow and smile awkwardly.

What am I supposed to say here? Do I say anything? Am I standing weird?

I think back to Gabi’s advice to act normal and know that I am assuredly not acting normal right now. He looks at me, a smile playing at his lips.

I clear my throat and try not to focus on them but am clearly struggling.

“So, I don’t know if you told me you were working today, but I feel like I need to offer you some coffee.” He reaches for a cup on the table and hands it over to me.

“Triple shot iced mocha with coconut milk?”

I hear a quiet oh shit behind me. Gabi is freaking out right now and between the pounding of my heart and the quiet giggles behind me, I feel like I’m back in middle school and dealing with uncontrollable hormones.

“How did you — ”

He winks. “I have a really good memory. Gabi got that for you when I came to pick up my sister’s bouquet. Right?”

Gabi nudges me with her shoulder and I turn to see her on my right, her eyes trained on Jax. “You are correct,” she says, looking him up and down before landing on his face with a smile.

“Good job.”

I don’t know what to say so I take a sip of the coffee and then place it on the table next to me. “Thank you,” I say, clearing my throat again. “Gabi brought us coffee this morning but an extra cup is definitely needed.” I move my eyes to his and his gaze darkens with something that feels dangerous. Something like attraction. Almost like he’s remembering. Like me.

He reaches up and drags his thumb across the edge of his lips, studying me.

Again with the lips.

Dammit.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asks. “Are you free?”

“She’s free.”

I blink and remember Gabi is standing next to me and most likely saw the exchange between us. I wonder briefly if she saw actual sparks radiate in the space between or if that was just me. I take a breath. “I’m free.”

His eyes hover on mine before tracing my face and I look away because I am once again thinking about what it feels like to have his hands trace me instead. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him hand me his phone.

“Put your number in for me? I’ll text for your address. What time? Is 7pm good?”

I reach for his phone, willing my hands to stop shaking. I put in my number with my name and look up at him briefly.

“Yeah. Yeah, 7pm is fine.”

His emerald eyes drill into my own and I am so lost. I can’t look away because his eyes on me makes me want to gasp for air in so many different ways that are not appropriate for a farmers market on a Saturday afternoon.

“Wonderful. Bye, Nova.”

I wave at him, unable to say anything else, and then rake my hands down the side of my jeans, cleaning the remaining dirt and residual lavender off my skin while watching him walk toward the parking lot.

When I am finally able to move and turn to look at Gabi and Mae, both of their eyes are frozen in wide circles. Gabi grabs my arm and whispers, “oh. my. god.”

Mae stands up and walks over to us.

“Miss ma’am….” she begins.

I let out breath and look at them both.

“Was that…was that as hot as I thought it was? Because I am unsure if it’s just my hormones right now or —”

They both shake their heads vehemently.

“No. Babe. No, it was hot,” Gabi says.

Mae agrees. “I, uh…I am feeling things. And I don’t feel things for men. Not ever.”

Gabi looks at her. “Right?! That’s what I told her the first time I saw him at Wild Flora!” She looks at me and puts her index finger up. “This man has to be written by a woman. It’s the only explanation.”

About the Author:

Elora Ramirez has always been a word girl.

It started when she was four, when she taught herself how to read and write as a way to entertain herself while her grandmother kicked and danced in aerobics class. She cut her teeth on books from Dr. Seuss and writing anywhere she could find the space — including her Fischer Price kitchenette, the pages of picture books, and Highlights Magazines.

She's matured a bit since then, now choosing to write in the margins of her books and on the mirrors of her bathroom ideas and thoughts surrounding story and what makes us human. By day she leads a team at a tech company, waking up before the sun rises to get in her love for words before stepping into her role of helping others see the plot line of their own story under development.

Intuition and beauty get her through the day, as well as her chef-husband and their little lion son. Curious Obsession is her fourth novel.

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