Her Roman Candle by Fiona Starr

He’s too hot to handle… almost.

Poppy Blaze
After discovering my almost-fiancé had not one, but two “other women” with engagement rings on their fingers, I have decided to give the whole romance thing a break and spend the summer with my granny. Getting back in touch with my childhood summers full of small-town memories—bonfires at the lake, ice cream on Mainstreet, and of course, the biggest fireworks show in the state—sounds like the perfect way to disconnect and reset. That is, until I meet Roman Chandler, one of the newest residents of this tiny town who is about as hot in his uniform as his name suggests.
Too bad I’ve sworn off anything with a wick, right?