The hysterical woman turned to look at the fireman and ran toward the ladder. It seemed to Misa it took forever for him to reach the bottom. She snapped shot after shot of him with the baby, handing the baby to the mother, the mother reaching up to hug him, the other men congratulating him. The crowd cheered wildly as he handed the baby to the hysterical mother. When he took off his helmet to swipe at his smoke-blackened face she realized it was Sam, that he'd made it out safely, and something inside her exploded. Talk about a hero! Misa thought about adding her voice to the others but then his captain pulled him away. Besides, she needed to get back to the newspaper and upload the shots onto her computer. Finishing up took her longer than she expected. Her editor loved the pictures, especially the one of Sam bringing the little boy out of the fire so he had bumped it to the front page of the local news section. He called her into his office, the photos she'd taken up on his comp
Misa lifted her arms so Sam could pull her thin sweater over her head. His gaze fastened on her bra and the hard nipples poking against the satin fabric. Without a word he lowered his head and closed his mouth around one of them, biting gently before tugging it into his mouth. She moaned as heat streaked through her right to her cunt. Her panties were so wet she could feel the moisture on the inside of her thighs. The more he sucked on her nipple the wetter she got. When he turned his attention to her other nipple she slid her hands between them and squeezed his cock convulsively. A harsh animalistic sound burst from his throat.His nimble fingers unfastened her bra and he peeled it from her body before turning his attention to her slacks. Even as he unfastened the button and lowered the zipper he returned his mouth to her nipples, licking them and tracing the edges of her aureoles. Reluctantly she released his shaft and clutched the hard muscles of his arms for support. Toeing off
Sam swallowed a smile. If she knew everything he was thinking she might just get up and run like hell. Then again, maybe not. He sure hoped not because he'd been waiting a long time for just what was happening now and he intended to make the most of it. "I've already had one shower," he said, "but I sure could use another. How about you?""I believe so." She grinned, still a little breathless.He winked. "Shower with a friend and save water."Misa was stunned when he led her into the bathroom. She'd expected something similar to hers, but Sam had ripped his apart and made it into something spectacular. The vanity was a solid piece of marble with the sink carved into it. Elegant brushed steel faucets rose from the back. At one end of the rectangle sat a tub with jets that identified it as a Jacuzzi. At the other was a shower that had Misa's jaw dropping when Sam slid open the door. The small tiles had the look of granite and showerheads had been built into the walls and the ceili
Book One: Incendiary Kristi Gregory pushed open the door of McNally's Pub and was immediately hit by the sound waves of conversation and the clinking of glasses. The familiarity of it wrapped itself around her like a comfortable quilt. No matter what else happened, she could always feel at home at McNally's. It was her anchor when her life took a crazy dip and swirl, which it had done not so long ago. This was her family. She could let it all hang out with them.The fact this was a weeknight didn't make any difference. The pub was nearly full, not unusual, even for a weeknight. A longtime hangout for firefighters and cops, it catered to people who worked crazy hour-long shifts and took their relaxation when they could get it. The crowd was usually a mixture of people ending their shift and people starting their days off, like her.Tonight, she really needed the warm atmosphere of the place. Her last shift had been brutal-three multiple car wrecks and a fire in an overcrowded olde
Kristi turned in her seat, ready to ream someone out, and looked into the smiling face of Keith McCormick, a radio patrol cop from the local precinct. They'd handled a number of situations together."I thought I'd introduce you to the latest addition to our fine precinct."She looked over his shoulder into the face of the cop she'd worked today's disaster with and thought, holy crap! He'd looked very professional in his uniform, earlier, with his visored cap shading much of his face as he'd done what was necessary in a disastrous situation. And he never lost his cool.But looking at him now, with hair black as ebony that showed a slight wave, those navy blue eyes beneath sinful lashes, and a crew neck sweater that showed off his flat abs and broad shoulders, she thought there should be a sin against being so good looking. Especially when he grinned at her, flashing, of all things, a dimple at the left corner of his mouth.Knock it off, she told herself in a stern voice. This guy mi
"Did he tell you he was a hero at his last station?" Keith plunked three open bottles on the table.Kristi was startled to see Patrick's face turn red. She didn't remember the last time she'd seen a grown man blush."Knock it off," he told Keith. "I was just doing my job." He lifted one of the fresh bottles and took a long sip."Hey, I was there today and saw what you did," Kristi told him. "You were incredible. I can vouch for that.""Okay, okay. Next subject, please."It was obvious praise made him uncomfortable. Kristi tucked that fact away in her memory banks. The guys at the station and the cops she hung out with didn't take much to that stuff, either. They, too, were "just doing the job.""So, you're new to the precinct." She cocked her head. "I thought I hadn't seen you around."He laughed, the tension easing from his body. "Should I get a sign that says New Guy?""No, that's okay. I'll remember you from now on." She was sure they'd be working scenes together again. Befo
It was nice sitting here talking to Patrick. Learning about him. Kristi was enjoying playing the game so much she was three-quarters of the way through her second beer before she realized it. Keith had half turned his chair to talk to the people at the table next to them, so she and Patrick might as well have been alone."Hey." He pointed to her bottle. "Let me get you another one.""No, thanks, I'm good. Two is usually my limit."At that moment, a huge roar came up from the large bunch of people watching the television over the bar. Keith, who had glanced over at it now and then, suddenly pounded his fist on the table. "Those good-for-nothings! I'll kill them."Patrick leaned closer to Kristi. "Who does he want to kill? Sorry, but I've only been working with Keith for a couple of weeks. Not long enough to know which football team he bleeds for.""Are you kidding? He bleeds Dallas Cowboys blue."Patrick looked around the room. "Did I miss something? What's everyone all riled up f
They could see the smoke even before they turned the corner, hard on the heels of Station 58's big engine and the ladder truck. It billowed up in big black clouds that spread over the rooftops of the buildings lining the street. This was the third major fire in a week, an unusual number, and they had all been on her shifts. If she didn't know better, she'd think someone had a crush on one of the firefighters and wanted to see him at work.Kristi knew it was a biggie when the callout had been for both the engine and ladder truck. She and Jared were right behind the mammoth machines, looking for the best place to position their ambulance where supplies would be easy to get but they wouldn't be in the way of any apparatus.The police were already here, directing traffic and keeping onlookers from getting in the way. And lordy, there was a huge mob of them. Kristi often wondered what it was that drew people to watch fires as if it was some kind of entertainment. Didn't they know people d