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The Firefighters of Station #8
A profession that has made him a confirmed bachelor - A teacher who spends her nights dreaming of Mr. Right. Passions soar and desires burn hot, yet each is afraid to surrender to love. The first book in the saga. 5 Men - 5 full length books. Together, the hero and heroine overcome their inner conflicts to achieve love completely unaware there is a more dangerous peril—one man’s revenge.
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Cassie lifted the phone and tapped in the number before she could change her mind. On the
first ring, she panicked. What would she say? What if she started crying? What if he didn’t
answer? What if he had another girl there? What if …
“Mike here.”
Oh God.
Silence.
“Hello.” His irritated voice came across the line. “If you’re there, you better speak.”
“Mike?” Her voice cracked.
“Cassie?” He sounded unsure.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Are you okay?” His voice softened and filled with concern.
“Mike …” Her voice broke. Oh hell. “I need you.”
“I’m on my way.”
No words had ever given her more security. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ask what was
wrong. He simply told her what she needed to hear.
I’m on my way.
A man of fortitude, his words were spoken with grit, guaranteeing his strength and
protection. Giving her the assurance he was there for her. He was coming to her.
She stared at the phone in her hand. She should get up. She should get dressed. Her limbs
were too heavy. She had no energy, no will to move. Mike. She’d wait for Mike. Vague thoughts
rolled around in her head until abruptly, she heard a loud pounding on her front door.
“Cassie. Are you in there? Open up?”
Jerked out of her fog, she flinched at the racket.
“Cassie. It’s Mike. Open up!”
Good Lord, the neighbors. She jumped from the bed and nearly lost her towel. Grabbing it
with both hands, she ran down the hallway and stubbed her toe on a corner table. She shrieked.
“Dammit, Cassie. What’s going on in there?” He pounded harder.
Her toe throbbed, tears threatened and she worried her neighbors would call the cops. She
half-stumbled, half-hopped to the door and threw it open.
If she didn’t already know Mike, the ferocious scowl on his face would have scared ten
years off her life. With his arm in the air, he looked ready to break down her apartment door. She
reached, got a fist full of shirt and hauled his butt inside. Which was no easy feat, since the man
was rock solid. Refusing to stick her head out to see if her neighbors lined the hall, she slammed
the door.
“Cassie. Are you alright?”
Mike’s face softened, but his chest heaved like he’d just run a marathon.
“My neighbors may call the cops. What were you thinking, pounding on my door like that?”
His brows drew together in a confused frown as his gaze slid slowly down and back up her
body. “I thought you were in trouble.”
Realizing she stood practically naked with only a towel wrapped between them, she felt a
rush of heat. Instead of desire, she saw his concern. Then his words sank in. She closed her eyes
and shook her head.
“Did something happen?” he asked in a gentle voice, resting his hands on her shoulders.
“Yes. No. Oh, damn.” Her head fell to the side, longing to melt into him.
“Cassie. Look at me.”
She took a deep breath, inhaling tangy soap and musk cologne. When she lifted her gaze,
pools of cobalt gleamed at her. She wanted to lose herself in their brilliance. Maybe he didn’t
offer his love, but something fierce shone in their amazing depths. Caring, compassion, and
desire … God, how she needed this man.
“Mike. Make love to me.” The towel forgotten, she slowly raised her arms.
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