When a hot firefighter breaks down the wrong door, a smart woman drops her towel.

I like to think of the tag line for Rescue Me as a call to action.

As much as we’d like to pretend everything is as hot and perfect as it is on the page, real life tends to be a bit more…awkward. But we all know that a thread of discomfort can make even the most unexpected encounter hotter.

A simple case of miscommunication led firefighter Trey Hansen to Addison Mason’s front door. Dogged dedication to his job made him bust right through it. The problem is, the only fire he finds is the red-hot blaze of mortification on his one-time dream girl’s cheeks when her fluffy towel hits the deck.

There’s nothing I love more than adding a little smidge of cringe to a scene. Let’s face it, there aren’t very many of us who have all the right moves all the time. In my opinion, the moments where things go off the tracks make the discovery of something or someone so right that much sweeter.

I like to let my heroes pull a woman’s hair in a not-quite-the-sex-stud sort of way before letting them get down and dirty. It’s fun for me when my heroines throw an elbow or inadvertently threaten the family jewels. To me, there’s nothing funnier than an honest blurt, and nothing hotter than uncontrollable laughter.

Rescue Me was a pleasure to write from its not so smooth start to the sizzling finish. I hope you enjoy reading Trey and Addi’s story as much as I adored letting it unfold.

To celebrate the release of Smokin’ Hot Firemen, I’m giving away one of these fabulous Urban Decay Pocket Rocket lip glosses featuring firefighter Colin and his magic disappearing turnout pants!

I’ll also give the winner their choice of any title from my digital backlist. Be sure to comment below to be entered!

 

Excerpt:

The pounding started just as Addi Mason rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Too tired to deal with Mr. Grabowski’s incessant complaining about the height of her grass, she groaned and dunked her head back under the spray. This was America, damn it. If she wanted to let her lawn grow over the two inches her nosy neighbor deemed optimum, it was her business, not his.

Another round of pounding echoed through the empty house, and she yanked open the shower curtain, glaring at the bathroom door. He even measured it! The man actually took a ruler and measured individual blades of grass. He claimed they were over five inches long but she wasn’t about to double-check him. Hell, five inches wasn’t enough to get any woman excited.

She switched off the water, yanked a towel from the bar, and wrapped it around her dripping body as she climbed from the tub. The wood floors were cool as she stomped through her bedroom, ramping up to give the old man a piece of her mind.

The sound of men shouting carried through the door slowed her footsteps at the end of the hall. Had Mr. Grabowski formed some kind of posse to bring her to lawn care justice? She almost ran back to the shower, but another round of rapping steeled her resolve. Knotting the bath sheet between her breasts, she marched forward to meet the enemy head-on, but drew up short when a sharp crack split the air.

Her front door exploded.

One second it was intact; the next, shards of shrapnel from the wood frame were showering the rug and pinging off the walls.

Addi screeched, instinctively raising her arms to shield her face. The hulking figure of a man filled the open doorway. She had barely a moment to register the vision of a firefighter in full gear before he lunged through the door, barreling straight for her.

She sucked in a sharp breath and the knot unraveled. Damp terry cloth hit the floor in a heap at her feet, and his hard shoulder pressed into her stomach.

He lifted her off the ground and tossed her over his back as if she were no more than a curl of ash. A cool draft wafted across her bare ass. The rough, fire-retardant fabric of his coat abraded her nipples. His helmet crashed to the floor as he whirled. Peering under his arm, she yelped when she caught a glimpse of two more uniformed men in the open doorway.

“Hansen! Hansen, goddamn it! We’ve got the wrong house!”

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I hope you enjoy Smokin’ Hot Firemen! Be sure to visit my website for information on my latest releases!

Maggie