Taming
Fire
Braving
the Heat Book 2
by
Leora Gonzales
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Steam
Yoga
instructor Louise Pine is the ultimate caretaker. Everyone around her
seems to have an emergency, but Lou hasn’t met a fire she couldn’t
put out—until she’s faced with the hunky, bossy firefighter who
crashes into her own backyard—and her life. No one tells Lou what
to do, yet somehow the guy’s take-charge style makes her tingle . .
.
Simmer
Phoenix
“Nix” Jones is used to calling the shots, whether he’s dealing
with his younger siblings or taking on a dangerous blaze. Luckily,
the fire at Lou’s is a false alarm. But the heat the fit and feisty
woman ignites is far from dying out . . .
Afterglow
As
the sparks turn into 5-alarm passion, can two strong-willed people
end up engulfed by love—or will they crash and burn?
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Chapter 1
“Lou, I think you may have bitten off
more than you can chew with this one…” Louise said to herself as she stared
into the flames starting to catch fire in her small fire pit.
Louise reached for the bag of
chocolates on the chair next to her. While unwrapping a morsel, she took in the
backyard that had become her oasis these last two weeks. Now that Junior was
living with her, she couldn’t catch up on her shows in the evening. She was
afraid of him walking in and getting an eyeful of zombies. The poor kid had
enough on his plate without adding flesh-eating walkers to his bedtime worries.
That meant that she had been sneaking into the backyard after his bedtime and
lighting a small fire as she sipped, or gulped if she had to be honest, a
bottle of wine.
Swirling her sweet red wine in her
glass, Louise leaned back in her patio chair. The familiar squeak of the old
metal base was comforting as she tried to shake off the day’s stresses.
Her yard was the perfect size for the
house. A small wooden deck came off the backdoor with a staircase that flowed
down into the yard where her fire pit was centered. Mismatched patio chairs,
aka garage sale finds, circled the pavers surrounding the pit, and a tall
wooden privacy fence surrounded the entire yard.
It was cozy and perfect and all hers.
Louise washed the chocolate down with
the rest of her wine, smacking her lips at the deliciousness of the
combination. Using her fireplace poker, she stoked the fire a bit before
propping her feet up at the edge of the stones to absorb the warmth. Even
though it was early October, they had already had a few cold days in Larryville
this year. The fire, combined with the leaves rustling from the crisp breeze,
made her wish for spiced cider and Halloween movies.
It was perfect…until she heard the
sirens. Sirens that sounded like they were getting closer and closer to her
house at the end of her block. Was there a fire next door?
Louise tried to turn a bit in her chair
to peer over the fence, but she couldn’t see anything besides darkness. The
neighborhood had only one streetlight, and most of the other houses on the
block were unlit. Her
neighbors usually weren’t outside much once it cooled down
in autumn, which meant quiet nights for Lou by the fire.
Louise worried for a moment that
Harold, her elderly neighbor, may have hurt himself and made a 911 call.
Relaxing, she remembered that Harold’s daughter had picked him up for a trip to
an out-of-town family
reunion for the weekend.
Sending up a silent prayer that the
sirens wouldn’t wake Junior, Louise refilled her wine glass, pouring all the
way to the rim.
Carefully holding the glass as steadily
as possible, she was just getting ready to sip the excess off the top when a
huge crash knocked down her back gate. The large wooden door fell haphazardly
onto her mismatched potted plants that edged the walkway into the backyard.
Startled by the noise, she jerked her
hand, sloshing over half of the red wine out of the glass and down the front of
her white robe.
“Mother—” Louise yelped as she tried to
figure out what was going on.
Firefighters streamed into her yard,
stumbling over the now broken and knocked down wooden gate. Hauling gear that
she had no idea the purpose of, they stopped and stared at her as she sat next
to her cozy little fire pit.
“What the he—” One of the firefighters
scratched his chin under the fastening on his helmet strap as he looked around
the backyard.
Louise stood up, somewhat unsteadily,
clutching her wet robe closed. “What’s going on? Why did you break down my gate?
Can you turn off that siren?” she demanded, rapidly firing her questions at the
group of
men still standing around staring at her. When no answers
were given, she snapped her fingers to get their attention and raised her
voice. “What’s going on?” Louise held out the hand still holding her glass and
pointed at the gate, “I sure as hell hope you guys plan on fixing that!” The
big guy in front jerked his head toward another fireman. The action must have
been some unspoken command since the other fireman immediately spoke into his
walkie-talkie, “Cut the siren.”
“Ma’am.”
The man who had been leading the charge on her poor defenseless gate stepped
forward and pointed at her fire. “We received a call from this residence saying
there was a fire at the back of the house.”
Louise gestured to the pit as if she
were explaining it to a person hard of hearing. “Of course there is. I have a
fire pit.”
“We can see that—” He moved closer to
her. “Is that blood? Are you injured?”
Not waiting for her to answer, the man walked
right up to her and opened the front of her robe. A robe that was covering her
pajamas. Pajamas that consisted of a thin tight tank top and some booty shorts
that
had seen better days.
Whipping open the front of her robe, he
looked for a reason the entire front of her body would be covered in red. Using
large but gentle hands, the mystery man probed her chest, his hands sweeping
over her
now hard nipples.
“You’re not hurt.” His voice husky, the
firefighter pulled her robe closed, making sure not to let the men behind him
see what he had uncovered.
“Wait, did you say that you received a
call from this residence?” Louise asked in a hushed whisper now that her small
street was once again quiet.
“Yes, ma’am.” The man nodded before
taking off his helmet and sending her a crooked smile.
Louise felt her mouth go dry at the
sight of the gorgeous man in front of her. Damn. Firefighters were apparently
the stuff that calendars were made of if this guy was anything to go by. The
sight of his dark wavy hair and twinkling eyes was almost enough to distract
her from what he had said.
Almost, but not enough.
“Junior,” Louise said quickly, before
rushing up the deck stairs and through the back door.
Simmering
Heat
Braving
the Heat Book 1
Where
there’s smoke . . .
Spark
Growing
up as the privileged daughter of two doctors, Jasmine Kingford always
thought the housekeeper’s son was hot—and the feeling was mutual.
But back then there were lines they couldn’t cross. Good thing
they’re all grown up now—and in the same wedding party . .
.
Blaze
As
best man for a fellow firefighter, Leo Trask is floored to discover
the maid-of-honor is a blast from his past. One that ignites
fireworks that have been brewing for years. Soon enough, he and
Jasmine are having a very private, all-night-long celebration of
their own—and it’s clear neither wants it to end there . .
.
Wildfire
Jasmine’s
all too happy to finally shed her pampered princess demeanor with
Leo. What she finds is a connection—and a complication—she didn’t
expect. Leo’s the opposite of the nine-to-five guy she planned on.
She wants a nursing career, kids, and a man who’s home by
dinnertime. Leo’s an irresistible bad boy with a dangerous,
unpredictable job. And he’s everything she never knew she wanted,
and more . . .
Melting
Snow
Braving
the Heat Book .5
Hot
Broke
college student Winter Snow wants Christmas to be over.
Thanks to her annoying name, this time of year always leaves her
feeling Scrooged. The only cheer she wants is cold hard cash from her
mall cleaning job—until a surprise offer from a hunky firefighter
sparks one sizzling midnight temptation . . .
Hotter
William
Holiday needs a replacement elf for his fire station’s fund-raiser.
Convincing Winter she's perfect for the part—and giving her some
one-on-one training—is a task he’s happy to take on. Because her
irrepressible smarts and luscious curves are making this seductive
Saint Nick want to deliver all night long . . .
Burn
Winter
isn't betting on more than an X-rated Xmas fling. But Will plans to
show her they have more in common than their quirky last names—enough
to keep their wildest holiday wishes
coming
true . . .
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Leora
Gonzales is an original Kansas girl
who misses the Sunflower State every day. She spends time reading,
writing . . . and making sure her two kids don’t kill themselves or
each other. She's addicted to tattoos, good food, good company—and
finding lots of reasons to laugh or smile every day.
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1 comment:
Looks good Leora.....Nice job on the covers
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