By Shelley Watters
An Adult Contemporary Romance
Releasing April 29, 2014
Published by Swoon Romance
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After her twin brother dies in a house fire, firefighter Katrina Hale is determined to prove she’s stronger than the flames. But while her focus on her career leaves little room in her life for romance and her current relationship fizzles, she soon discovers fighting fires is nothing compared to the scorching desire she feels in fellow firefighter Greyson Neal's arms. Firefighter Greyson Neal is the type of guy girls dream about when they want their knight in shining armor to wear bunker gear. But he’s not interested in fulfilling every girl’s fantasies. Now he wants the one woman he can never have, and she seems hell-bent on getting herself killed to prove that she’s worthy of her job. Kat must choose between her career and her heart, and fight to keep them both when an arsonist threatens to take it all away
Kevin waited at the base of the ladder ready to take her place. Damn him.
“Stay there. I’ll get you,” Kevin shouted and scaled the ladder like Spider-Man.
“I’m … fine!” she argued between coughing spells.
“Like hell you are. Jesus, Kat.” Kevin’s chiseled face and chestnut hair was streaked with soot from working the front line. He was at her feet in a matter of seconds. “Take it easy.”
Begrudgingly, she accepted his help. She tried so hard to show no weakness. As the only girl on the crew, she had to prove she was just as worthy as any of the guys. But smoke inhalation got the best of the best, gender non-discriminating.
Kevin handed her off when they reached the bottom.
Greyson shouldered under Kat’s arm and helped her from the ladder. “Let’s get you checked out.”
“This is stupid, I’m fine, really,” Kat grumbled but accepted his support as they climbed off the truck and headed for the ambulance.
“Shut up and sit down.” For such harsh words, his touch was gentle as he lowered her to sit on the bumper. He handed her an oxygen mask, which she pressed against her face and inhaled, effectively camouflaging the hitch in her breath when he shrugged his bunker jacket off his wide shoulders.
She studied his face as he started on removing her bunker jacket. Worry lines etched into his broad forehead, his oh-so-kissable lips stretched tight in a frown. Kat flinched at the direction of her thoughts and averted her gaze. Eric would kick her ass if he knew she was having lusty thoughts about his brother. Hell, she should kick her own ass for thinking of her boyfriend’s brother like that. But it wasn’t her fault the Neal boys had struck the gene pool lottery when it came to looks.
About the Author
Shelley Watters writes romance for young adults and adults. She lives in Arizona with her husband, two kids and two dogs. She loves listening to music, reading good books and letting her imagination go wild as she creates new worlds and torments her characters in delicious ways.
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