ISBN-13: 9780758288950
Publisher: Kensington Publishing
Corporation
Publication date: 2/25/2014
"Fired Up" by Anne Marsh
Hannah Green watches for wildfires from an isolated
fire tower in Sequoia National Park by day and radios Cajun firefighter Cole
Henry at night to share carnal fantasies hot enough to start a forest fire. . .
"Sizzle" by Lynn LaFleur
When photojournalist Maysen Halliday arrives in
Lanville to take calendar pictures of the sexiest firefighters in Texas, red
hot Fire Chief Clay Spencer makes her want him for her own personal
centerfold...
"Five-Alarm Masquerade" by Stacey Kennedy
With her home destroyed in a fire, Abby has only
the muscular arms of a rock hard firefighter to hold her up and the dream of
blazing hot nights of pure erotic pleasure to keep her going. . .
This book contains adult content
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Review ~
First, Hot Shots is definitely hot! You may need to put a firefighter or two on speed dial for when the heat starts to feel like too much! Let me also tell you that each of these stories is a novella, about 100 pages a piece ~ They are all encompassing stories thought and work well, the stories also don't interact, their commonality is simply firefighters (none of the above are negatives, just letting you know what you are buying)
I won't give too many details about each story. They are well described in the blurbs above and being sorter, I don't want to give anything away. Each story is well written and while shorter, they are complete with a happy ever after or happy for now ending. There is a lot of passion and heat, while still pulling in emotions and engaging the reader.
Hot Shots is definitely a book I would recommend if you like a man in uniform, heat that comes from fires both internal and external, and well developed romances :) So in a nutshell, don't hesitate to pick this one up.
First, Hot Shots is definitely hot! You may need to put a firefighter or two on speed dial for when the heat starts to feel like too much! Let me also tell you that each of these stories is a novella, about 100 pages a piece ~ They are all encompassing stories thought and work well, the stories also don't interact, their commonality is simply firefighters (none of the above are negatives, just letting you know what you are buying)
I won't give too many details about each story. They are well described in the blurbs above and being sorter, I don't want to give anything away. Each story is well written and while shorter, they are complete with a happy ever after or happy for now ending. There is a lot of passion and heat, while still pulling in emotions and engaging the reader.
Hot Shots is definitely a book I would recommend if you like a man in uniform, heat that comes from fires both internal and external, and well developed romances :) So in a nutshell, don't hesitate to pick this one up.
About the Authors:
Website: http://annemarsh.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anne_marsh
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As well as writing at every possible moment, Lynn enjoys reading, scrapbooking, photography, and learning new things on the computer. She’s a software junky and loves to try out new programs, especially anything to do with graphics.
After living on the West Coast for
21 years, Lynn now lives 17 miles from her hometown in Texas. She’s a romantic
at heart and can’t imagine ever writing anything but romances. A full-time
writer, she spends her days creating stories of people who find their
happily-ever-after, sometimes with the help of an alien or psychic or vampire.
Website: www.lynnlafleur.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/lynn.lafleur
Twitter: www.twitter.com/lynn_lafleur
Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/lynnlafleur
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Website:
http://www.staceykennedy.com/
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EXCERPT from Fire-Alarm Masquerade by Stacey
Kennedy:
On her tulip-lined pathway, Abby Hill
stood, unable to move, barely able to breathe. She stared in horror as harsh
smoke drifted through the air and fire licked out of the bedroom window of her
Federal-style row house.
Firefighters passed by in a blur,
portraying a sense of calm in the chaos. Though she’d heard things like possible
electrical fire discussed among the men, the voices around her were distant.
She wrapped her arms around herself, tears dampening her cheeks.
“Miss, you need to back up,” a low,
smooth voice said.
“This can’t be happening,” Abby managed
through her tight throat.
Firm hands gripped her arms and turned
her to face warm green eyes with hints of brown around the irises. The
firefighter, decked out in full work uniform with a 4 on his black hat, had dark soot on the right side of his squared
jaw. His brows drew together with his frown. “Is this your house?”
Abby never thought of herself as a person
who showed emotions to a stranger. Now, she could hide nothing. “Oh, God . . .”
Hot sickness rolled through her and the world got dizzy, real fast.
His grip on her arms tightened. “I’m
taking that as a yes.”
Before she could drop to the cement
below, she found those firm hands belonged to strong arms as the fireman tugged
her into his powerful body. He lowered her to the ground, settling her between
his legs.
Abby pressed her head against his rough
coat, which smelled richer with smoke than what lingered in the air. She held
on tight to the coarse material, unable to let go.
Quick minutes passed, and soon the
wooziness faded. All but sitting in his lap, she noticed the smoke wasn’t
nearly as thick. When her spun around thoughts centered, that’s when she
realized something didn't make sense. “Why is my bedroom window broken?”
The firefighter's thick thighs pressed
against her, as did his arms. “We needed to break the window to evacuate the
heat and smoke before we put out the fire.”
Somehow, being in his arms made facing
what happened easier, or maybe the shock had worn off and she could process
better. She noticed that no other windows were broken in her house. “Was the
fire only in my bedroom?”
“Yes, you got lucky.” He shifted on his
knees, yet didn't move away. “The fire was contained to the master bedroom.”
She gulped. “Lucky?”
He hesitated, and all the pressure around
her faded before he squeezed his arms. “I’m afraid you can’t enter your house
until the chief gives you the all clear. Do you have someone you can stay
with?”
She gripped his coat, resting her head
against his arm, tears trailing over her hot face. Though she noticed the
firefighters coming in and out of house, and heard the loud conversations going
on around her, she didn’t care she sobbed in front of strangers. “It’s gone.”
He leaned away and his gentle eyes held
hers. “Abby Hill? Is that what I heard the police say?” She nodded and he
waited for the car with the loud muffler to pass before he added, “What you
have is a partial loss, Abby. Yes, your bedroom is gone. The rest of your
upstairs might have smoke and water damage, but your insurance will cover it.”
She understood why he looked to her as if
she was overreacting. In the scheme of things, this didn’t seem all that bad.
“I don’t care about the rest of the house.” Her voice cracked. “The photos of
my family were in my bedroom.” Ten years ago, a car accident had stolen away
her parents, younger brother, and older sister. “It’s all I had of them.
There’s nothing left.”
He rubbed her back, giving an
understanding nod. “I’m sorry.”
Somehow, his response was better than, “At least you weren’t hurt, or it could’ve
been worse.” Though there were positives in her current hell, it didn’t
change the fact that every picture she had of her family was likely destroyed.
Nothing else remained that proved they’d ever existed, except for their
gravestones.
A moment passed as his eyes searched
hers. “You have no other family that would have some photos?” “Both my parents didn’t have siblings. There
are a few friends of the family . . .” Her chest ached. “Possibly they have
some, but it’s not . . .”
“Not the special pictures of you and your
family,” he offered.
Her chin quivered. “Exactly.”
His lips pinched with his regard of her.
The firefighter excelled at serving the public, she actually believed he felt
bad for her. While she knew she should let him go, being a complete stranger
and all, she couldn’t find it in herself to tear herself away.
Staring into his piercing eyes, she had
the oddest sense that he didn’t want her to either. Something so sweet and pure
passed in the air between them. A sensation of understanding that at this
moment she needed more than anything. And how did that make any sense?
Why was being in a stranger’s arms
providing her with such warmth and familiarity, and more than anything making
her feel this safe?
“Where is she?” a familiar feminine voice
snapped. “And if you dare tell me again that I can’t see Abby, I’ll remove your
manly bits, you giant ass!”
Abby glanced over her shoulder, catching
sight of Sierra, dressed in her typical black skirt and red blouse. Abby didn’t
know how Sierra found out about the fire, but she didn't care; she needed her
best friend.
Sierra’s blue eyes were narrowed and her
bright red lipstick covered her frown as she gave the firefighter a glare
promising a painful death. After a good stare down, the man gestured in Abby’s
direction, then Sierra rushed forward. She yanked Abby into her arms. “Jesus,
sweetie. Can you believe they wouldn’t let me through to see you?”
“It’s all gone.” Abby rested her head
against Sierra’s shoulder, hugging her tight. “They’re gone.”
Sierra paused, then heaved a sigh. “Shit,
this is awful. I’m so sorry, Abby.”
Of course, Sierra understood the depth of
Abby's despair. Sierra had been there the night they worked on their
high-school assignment together. That fateful night Abby didn’t go for her
brother’s special dinner to celebrate his touchdown at the football game, and
the night where the car carrying her entire family collided with the transport
truck.
Leaning away from Sierra, Abby looked
into her best friend’s teary eyes. “That’s all I had of them.”
Sierra gathered Abby’s hands. “You don’t
have any pictures in your attic or storage?”
Abby shook her head. “I kept everything
in my bedroom in a memory box. I wanted to scan them all, keep them safe, but—”
“Don’t do that to yourself," Sierra
interjected with a soft voice. "You’re not to blame for this. It’s a
horrible accident.”
Abby remembered hearing something similar
from her therapist. Not that she thought she could’ve prevented the car
accident that killed her family, but her guilt for not being with them that
night had stayed with her for a long time.
With her therapist’s voice in her head
reminding her she couldn’t stay in the past and mourn things she couldn’t
change, she pushed off the cement pathway. She glanced around, seeing that the
entire neighborhood was watching from the other side of the street, and she
didn’t want to process the loss of photos under the scrutiny of onlookers.
Sierra must’ve read Abby’s thoughts,
since she reached up and fixed Abby’s hair. There wasn’t a day that Sierra had
let Abby walk out the door with a strand of hair out of place. She ran her
fingers under Abby’s eyes, clearing away her mascara. “Let's get out of here.”
She gave a small smile, wiggling her
eyebrows. “Unless you’d rather stay in the arms of that sexy firefighter.”
Abby blinked. “Who’s sexy?”
Sierra snorted. “Seriously?” She grasped
Abby’s shoulders. “When I found you, you were in the arms of that.”
Abby spun to face the house and she
discovered a man whom she suspected was the fire marshal, dressed in a blue
uniform. “Am I missing something, or are you suddenly digging older guys?”
“Older guys?” Sierra stepped in next to
Abby, then she frowned. “Ew, not that
guy.” She gestured to the garden off to the right. “That guy.”
Abby followed Sierra’s direction and her
mouth dropped open. Though the firefighter’s attire made the man look bulky,
she wondered how much of that was the gear, or if his thickness was due to a
muscular body.
Standing near her front window, he
chatted to another firefighter, who was slightly shorter than him. The height
difference made the taller firefighter
look masculine. He’d clearly noticed them ogling, since he caught her gaze.
Under his direct stare, funny things
happened low in her belly. Odd, strange happenings, considering seconds ago, a
soul-crippling despair had overwhelmed her. The fireman’s features portrayed
more than confidence, more than strength, but she thought that came from the
sexy, arrogant twinkle in his eye.
The firefighter broke the connection, and
Abby exhaled. He turned to the other man and exchanged words. Then hotness
packaged in firefighter gear approached. Similar to when she watched her
bedroom burn, she froze.
She knew, with total certainty, her
reaction was absurd. Her bedroom was destroyed, along with precious pictures,
but her body flared with a heat so addictive and intoxicating.
Over Abby’s shoulder, Sierra whistled.
“Holy hell—all he needs is the fire burning behind him and we’d have one of
those perfect calendar shots.”
“No kidding,” Abby agreed.
On his way down the pathway, Abby scanned
over his black boots, to the thick pants she knew had suspenders, and images of
a shirtless man filled her mind. She swallowed, forced herself to stop thinking
in the gutter, and focused on appropriate places, like his face.
That didn't help much—he had a chiseled
face with masculine features, all making him way too noticeable. Lifting her
gaze, she looked past his kissable lips that held a slight arch in the corners,
and when his piercing eyes captured hers, she finally released the breath she’d
be holding.
Whoa . . .
He was drop-dead gorgeous.
Once the firefighter reached her, he
smiled. “You look like you’re feeling better.”
Abby blinked.
Sierra elbowed her in the side. “She’s
much better, thank you.”
“Glad to hear it.” His voice wasn’t too
deep, but low enough to sound smooth. “Do you have somewhere to stay, Abby?”
Her mind stuttered under how he said her
name. As if he wasn’t stating a name, but the one word held powers making her
feel like he noticed her, too. A hot shiver slid right down to her toes. “Um . . .”
“She can stay with me,” Sierra
interjected with a laugh. “Unless you’re offering—”
Abby jabbed Sierra hard in the side and
Sierra cursed.
The firefighter chuckled, focusing on
Abby. “Please give the chief the address and telephone number where you’ll be
staying so he can get in touch with you. You’ll also want to contact your
insurance company right away.”
She parted her lips to respond, yet
closed them a second later.
Eyes squinting, lit with a twinkle of
mischief, he said, “All right, Abby, you’re good to go.” His eyebrows creased.
“Again, I’m sorry about your home.” He hesitated. “And your pictures.”
He turned, walking down her pathway.
Abby stared after him, her mind snapping
into focus. On a gasp, she hurried to reach him. Just as he neared her front
door, she grasped his bicep, giving his coat a tug. “Wait!”
Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at
her hand before his gaze lifted. She nearly melted into a puddle of goo right
there on her front porch. “Thank you for holding me like that. I know it’s not
in the job description.”
He tipped his hat, giving a soft smile.
“Maybe it should be.”
Great excerpt! Thanks for the giveaway.
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