"Brave, bold, and dangerously sexy, firefighters are every woman's fantasy."
Reviewed by Sherri Morris
Posted June 7, 2010
Romance Erotica Sensual | Romance Anthology
TWO HOT TO HANDLE by Susan Lyons
Jade Rousseau loves working for the Families First
Foundation. The simple fact that she isn't married and
single could cost her the opportunity to advance to the
position as the CEO. Lacking the right man, Jade and her
friends, Amarjeet and Kimberly come up with a solution.
For the sake of her job, she'll find a fake fiancĂ© and in
the interest of finding a real husband, she'll go on a
series of one time lunch or coffee `dates' with an
acceptable men. Surely finding Mr. Right won't be that
hard.. Her friend wins the bid on red-hot firefighter
Quinn O'Malley at the Its Raining Men benefit auction.
The same man she couldn't keep her eyes off of when he
first came on stage. Could Quinn O'Malley be exactly what
she needs despite her aversion to `risk takers?' It's
Jade's determination to find someone `safe' that makes it
almost blinds her to the possibilities of loving Quinn.
THE FIREFIGHTER WEARS PRADA by Rachelle Chase
Clothing is such an important part of fashion designer
Delta Ballantyne's life that she can't imagine anyone not
understanding the powerful way it makes a person feel.
That is until she meets firefighter Evan Marshall. She
believes he'll be the perfect model for her new line of
sexy men's underwear, but rather than jumping at the
opportunity he insists there's no way he wants anything to
do with her or her clothing line. Evan is not a man that
likes fashion. If anything he is turned off by it. After
his ex-wife Trisha, leaving him with a $47,000.00 fashion
credit card bill, he despises fashion. Their differences
about fashion may be the focal point but it's not about
clothes at all. It's about their emotional reaction to
clothing. When fashion designer Delta Ballantyne asks
firefighter Evan Marshall to model her sexy line of men's
underwear, she can't stop the sizzling fantasies running
through her mind, beginning with sophisticated
foreplay...and ending with the ultimate climax.
PLAYING WITH FIRE by Jodi Lynn Copeland
After an accident that put Lincoln in the hospital for
weeks followed by months of therapy, Lincoln wants nothing
more of Ladder 13. Erica Donelson's made it her personal
mission to convince Lincoln Gabriel to return to
firefighting. He may have been her ex-husband's best
friend but he's long since switched his loyalties. He is
determined to see to the deal he made to himself, and
that's to see to Erica's welfare and can't very well do
that if he's fatally injured in the line of duty. Linc's
plan to scare Erica off quickly backfires and transforms
into a lust neither of them can deny. Although he'll sure
try to ignore both his desire for Erica. It takes Erica's
dedication to him that opens his eyes to what is really
missing in his life.....love and Ladder 13.
Brave, bold, and dangerously sexy, firefighters are every
woman's fantasy. Meet three hot heroes who take scorching
desire to a whole new level...Executive Jade Rousseau needs
to find a fake fiance to parade around her company's social
events. When her friends bid on red-hot firefighter Quinn
O'Malley at a benefit auction, Jade bids higher. The man has
to be hers - and she can't wait to feel the passion...
fashion designer Delta Ballantyne asks firefighter Evan
Marshall to model her sexy line of men's underwear, she
can't stop the sizzling fantasies running through her mind,
beginning with sophisticated foreplay...and ending with the
Ever since Erica Donelson's ex-husband
left her, his former best buddy, firefighter Lincoln
Gabriel, has been there for her. But before long, their warm
friendship heats up to a burning lust that won't be
[Jade Rousseau, the heroine,
needs a fake fiancĂ© to impress her family values employer,
thereâ€™s nary a guy in her life right now. Her girlfriends
and Amarjeet persuade her to go to
the Raining Men bachelor auction, for charity. All the men
on stage and Jade makes a list of her four top picks, all
white-collar guys. Even though the one man who really turns
her on is
firefighter Quinn Oâ€™Malley. After all the men have taken
itâ€™s time to start the bidding. Sheâ€™s enlisted her
bid for her, because her bossâ€™s wife is at the auction and
let her see her â€śbuyingâ€ť a man sheâ€™s soon going to
Cara, the red-dressed emcee,
took the stage. â€śThanks again to all these wonderful,
bachelors who have participated in the auction. Itâ€™s easy
a little money to charity, but these men have gone above
Theyâ€™re giving their time â€“ their brains and muscles and
for tonightâ€™s valuable cause. And they donâ€™t even get a tax
So letâ€™s show them all how much we appreciate it.â€ť
The room exploded with cheers
and applause. â€śIâ€™m so nervous,â€ť I murmured to Amarjeet.
â€śHave faith. If itâ€™s meant
to be, then it will happen.â€ť Her pronouncement was
punctuated by a
Cara reintroduced Justin, my
first choice, and called for bids. The lights stayed on so
could see who was bidding. As the bids rose, I leaned past
to whisper to Kimberly, â€śShouldnâ€™t you bid?â€ť
â€śI think we should pass on
Justin and figure out how things work.â€ť
It wasnâ€™t like her to be
cautious. Had Amarjeet been talking strategy to her?
The bidding for Justin heated
up, rising to over five hundred dollars, then stopped with
redhead. And then it was the next bachelorâ€™s turn. We
the high school teacher, my next choice, came on stage.
After a couple
bids, I hissed at Kimberly, â€śCome on!â€ť
â€śRight.â€ť She placed a bid
and someone topped it. When I hissed again, she placed
another, of four
hundred dollars. A young brunette topped it, another bid
came in, then
the brunette topped that one. Amarjeet said, â€śKimberly,
again. That womanâ€™s determined. Itâ€™s not worth going high
â€śYouâ€™re right. Sorry, Jade,
this isnâ€™t your guy.â€ť Her giggle told me she, too, was
After another few bachelors,
it was the doctor. â€śBid on this one,â€ť I reminded Kimberly.
â€śHave you thought seriously
about his job?â€ť
â€śHeâ€™s a family practitioner.
Whatâ€™s not to like?â€ť
â€śHe spends a lot of time
peering up womenâ€™s vaginas,â€ť Kimberly said, loudly enough
both hushed her.
â€śItâ€™s his job,â€ť I said.
â€śBut isnâ€™t it kind of creepy?â€ť
She gave an exaggerated grimace. â€śWouldnâ€™t you feel weird,
to bed with him after heâ€™d spent his day doing that?â€ť
Surely doctors viewed the female
bodies they saw at work in an objective, professional way.
And the female
body in their personal life in a completely different
â€śI heard a talk show the
other day,â€ť Kimberly said, â€śwhere some doctors said they
do gynecology or general practice because the vagina thing
â€śWell, heâ€™s obviously not
one of them.â€ť
â€śNo, but â€“â€ť
â€śMoot point,â€ť Amarjeet
said, sounding almost smug. â€śWhile you two were arguing,
â€śDamn.â€ť I shifted anxiously
as the winner claimed a hug from the doctor. How could I
have lost out
on three men? â€śIâ€™m down to just the civil rights lawyer.
you have to win him.â€ť He was an excellent candidate. Sure,
felt enthusiastic when Iâ€™d seen him on stage, but that was
the firefighter had me so fired up. Speaking of whom, heâ€™d
after the doctor . . .
And there was Quinn Oâ€™Malley,
strolling across the stage with his distinctive brand of
â€śI wonder what the woman
who wins him will make him do?â€ť Amarjeet asked with a
â€śPut out her fire?â€ť Kimberly
joked, her voice too loud again. Three drinks were
obviously too much
for us when all weâ€™d eaten were a few tiny appies.
The firefighter had left his
axe behind and stood easily, legs slightly apart, hands
his back. The posture emphasized his muscular chest and
to imagine him hefting a woman in his arms, toting her out
of a burning
building and down one of those long, swaying ladders.
Placing her on
the ground, breathing air into her parched lungs as his
sexy lips caressed
hers. As, under his deft touch, her body came to life. To
He glanced around the audience,
a half-smile on his lips, seeming unworried about who would
and what sheâ€™d ask him to do. Vaguely I was aware of women
of Amarjeet whispering to Kimberly, but the man on stage
was so fantasy-worthy
that I barely noticed until a new voice joined the bidding.
I dragged my eyes off Quinn
Oâ€™Malley to glare at Kimberly. â€śWhat are you doing?â€ť
Amarjeet said, â€śYou only
had one man left on your list, and heâ€™s near the end. Women
getting desperate, bids will be higher. You might not get
â€śBut I donâ€™t want this
guy.â€ť I stared back at the stage. Quinn Oâ€™Malley was
Our gazes connected and I felt a zap of energy. Sexual
Kimberly giggled. â€śThatâ€™s
not what your body language says. Youâ€™re leaning forward
want to leap out of your seat and jump him.â€ť
Quickly I sat back, breaking
that compelling eye connection, and tried to regain my
body language is irrelevant.â€ť
â€śHeâ€™s a hero. And heâ€™s
hot,â€ť Amarjeet said as Kimberly placed another bid.
â€śFor sure! But I want someone
more conventional. White collar job, good looking but not
â€śFreaking gorgeous?â€ť Kimberly
â€śWell, thatâ€™s too bad.â€ť
She waved her hand in the air.
A moment later the emceeâ€™s
gavel fell and Kimberly said triumphantly, â€śBecause this is
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