"Only Chicago's poster boy firefighter could thaw one Marine's cold heart"
Reviewed by Monique Daoust
Posted September 25, 2015
Romance Contemporary | Romance Erotica Sensual | Novella / Short Story
Chef Brady Smith has been staring again at the billboard
featuring Chicago's own sun god: firefighter Gage
Simpson. They had met briefly a few months before and to
Brady's amazement, Gage came on to him. Brady knows that
physically he is no match for Gage. Brady doesn't think anyone could love
him, and he doesn't feel he has anything to offer either. He feels
empty. Brady has shunned relationships since coming back
from Afghanistan. His body might have recovered from the
ordeal, but his mind hasn't. Gage can't explain his
attraction to the brooding, taciturn chef, but he is used
to going after what he wants, and what he wants is Brady. MELTING POINT is set in Kate Meader's Hot in Chicago
world and it can easily be read as a standalone, even
though recurring characters in this series make brief
appearances, it focuses on Gage Simpson, a favourite
character of mine. Gage - irresistible, charismatic,
irrepressible Gage - of the famed Dempsey family of the
Chicago Fire Department, is just about the most seductive
fictional firefighter I have ever met. And even though
MELTING POINT is a novella, Ms. Meader is able to flesh
out the character of Brady, add more depth to Gage, and another character
shows a previously very well hidden side. What I liked the most about MELTING POINT is that
it is truly a male-male romance. Brady and Gage act like
men, not as if one of them had been a female character
that had been given male characteristics, let's say. The
author accurately describes the gay scene. The
lovemaking is graphic but honest and the emotions are very real. Brady and Gage are very complex characters. Brady is
a bit of a puzzle until we get to know him better, and I
loved that Gage was willing to be patient and
understanding without being a doormat. I was giddy with
the idea of Gage's story, and Ms. Reader delivers on her
promises. Another superb addition to this exciting
series!
SUMMARY
Things are heating up at Engine Co. 6 in this original
e-novella from Kate Meader’s sizzling
Hot in Chicago series! Superhot playboy firefighter Gage
Simpson has one particular man on
his mind: Brady Smith, a recalcitrant, moody chef who
makes
Gage melt from the inside out.
Features a sexy sneak preview of Playing with Fire! Firefighter Gage Simpson has it all: the job of his
dreams,
the family of his heart, and no
shortage of hot guys lining up to share his bed. “Fun and
easy” is his motto—and it’s kept
him sunny through a painful upbringing and steered him
away
from trouble. But when
trouble comes knocking in the form of a sexy, scarred,
tattooed chef with a harrowing past
and zero communication skills, Gage can’t help but be
drawn
to the flame. Brady Smith isn’t fun. And easy isn’t in his vocabulary.
When cocky Gage swaggers into his
restaurant kitchen, the former Marine-turned-five-star-
chef
is blindsided by the firefighter’s
beauty. Then confused that this golden guy with the
sparkling blue eyes and the body of a
god might be interested in him. As desire flares and
temperatures rise, Gage and Brady will
have to figure out if the heat between them is just a
temporary flash—or the beginning of
something real.
ExcerptUnder Gage’s healing hands, years of pain and loneliness sloughed away with the soapy
water down the drain. For these few stolen moments, Brady would luxuriate in the sensual
comfort of another man’s touch. Not just any man. This perfect man. But he needed more. He didn’t have the words to describe what, exactly, and maybe they
weren’t necessary because he had the word. The only word that mattered. “Gage.” Craving an anchor, a closer connection, he reached behind for Gage’s hip and encountered
. . . fabric. He was still wearing his boxer briefs. “Wh—why aren’t you naked?” Gage’s growl reverberated against his ear. “This sliver of wet cotton is the only thing
stopping me from drilling that gorgeous ass of yours, Brady.” Oh, God. On a chest-filling groan, Brady stepped back, seeking Gage’s cock. Found it.
Said hello, there with a humping grind into all that rock-hard, cotton-covered
magnificence. “F**k,” Gage gasped, pausing his hand on Brady’s chest midscrub. Both of them stilled as the sensual landscape was rearranged. Brady held his breath. Had
he gone too far? Expected too much? Was Gage really here to get Brady clean? All questions were answered when their bodies restarted as one in a slow, erotic grind.
Brady’s ass cuddled against Gage’s hard-on felt so good, the barrier of the wet cotton a
delicious friction as Gage’s cock stroked between Brady’s ass cheeks. The steamy cocoon
added to that spaced-out feeling that they were lost in a carnal world made for two. “First time I saw you was from the back,” Gage husked out. “First thing I saw was this
neck tattoo.” The slightest brush of Gage’s lips across the smoke curl tattooed at the
base of his skull made Brady shiver, even in the misty heat. “I wanted to kiss it, map it with my tongue, know all its secrets.” He pressed his mouth
to Brady’s neck more insistently, as if he could draw some deeper knowledge with that
simple touch. There was something almost pure about it, an innocent contrast to the
dirty friction below their waists. “Tell me about it.” “What?” “This tat. Why smoke?” Grasping Brady’s hips, he halted the motion of Brady’s ass
rubbing against all that amazing hardness. Brady tried to move, to get back to grinding
on Gage, but the bastard held him firm. The change-up was sheer torture. Was he
seriously demanding a conversation in payment for every second of pleasure? “Tell me,” Gage ground out when Brady still hadn’t given up the goods. He sounded like
he was in pain. Brady took some small comfort that he wasn’t alone. “It’s—it’s more common for people to get fire tattoos. Symbols of passion,
transformation, change. But I wanted smoke because it’s what remains. After the fire,
after everything is destroyed, you’re left with smoke and ash. You’ve gotta make
somethin’ out of it.” “And have you? Made something out if it?” Gage dug his fingers into Brady’s hip, almost
imploring. “I’m tryin’. It’s slow goin’, one step forward, two steps back, but I’m tryin’.” Even if
it took being high on pain meds to get him into that headspace. “Trying’s good. Trying’s sexy,” Gage murmured against Brady’s ear. “Now try telling me
what you need.”
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