"Seventeen stories filled with sexy firemen all in one book!"
Reviewed by Annetta Sweetko
Posted August 10, 2013
Erotic
SMOKIN' HOT FIREMEN is a compilation of scorching short
stories written by 17 different authors and edited by
Delilah Devlin. With the limited space for reviews there is
no way I can do justice for all of the stories so I will
give a short synopsis and a quick review for those that
specifically caught my eye.
Smoking Stilettos by Rachel Firasek: A wife finds out it
isn't just the adrenaline that keeps her firefighter
husband going. A hot yet insightful look into the real life
of a firefighter from the wife's point of view.
Hook Me Up by Adele Dubois has a fireman rescuing a
scantily dressed woman and a kitten from a tree and the
flame is fanned. I found this a sweet, romantic story with
a lot of heat.
Temperature Rising by Cathryn Fox: A firefighters aids in
the fantasies of a married woman. This is a romantic, sexy
read with an unexpected (or maybe expected) twist at the
end.
Chasing Fire by Elle James: A parajumper goes into a full
blown fire fight with more on his mind that fighting a fire
and the distraction could put his life in jeopardy.
Interesting look into a woman's fears of loving someone who
puts his life on the line and her coming to terms with
them.
Stoke by Tahira Iqbal: When Aida's car catches fire and
blows up she finds firefighter Nick and he certainly knows
how to take care of a woman. This story has a very strong
mix of romance and burning sex that will have the reader
wanting more.
Something's Burning by Cynthia D'Alba: Bree can't grill
worth a darn but she knows how to start a fire with the
firefighter next door. Hot and spicy but with a touch of
humor that will delight the reader.
Johnny Blaze by Delilah Devlin: Bridget thinks she is
celebrating her birthday at a strip club with her friends
only to have the hot firefighter of her dreams sent her up
in flame. This story almost caught on fire as I read it.
It's a wild mixture of domination and desperation.
SMOKING HOT FIREMEN is filled with erotic stories that will
leave you breathless. Some of them you will wish were
longer and others are just right. About half of the stories
are straight erotica and the other half readers will find a
romantic undertone. I believe any one reading this will
find a least one story and probably more to their liking.
They are all are filled with hot fire fighters who will
keep you dreaming of flames and rescues.
SUMMARY
Who can melt any woman’s heart with a single smile? The
sexiest icon of all — a
fireman! They enter fiery structures with selfless courage—the very
definition of the word
“hero.” Women understand their allure… A soot-covered face,
sweat dripping from hard,
chiseled muscles, the sharp snap of suspenders — yes, only
a fireman can make
suspenders sexy! Delilah Devlin’s burning-hot book includes
thrilling stories teeming
with gorgeous firemen from some of today’s hottest romance
writers. In “Saving
Charlotte,” Sabrina York’s firefighting Dom rescues a woman
tied to a red-hot bed;
from Cathryn Fox comes “Temperature Rising” where a fire
chief fulfills some very
steamy fantasies; Elle James’s “Chasing Fire” sees a daring
smoke-jumper parachuting
into the hot zone of a forest fire then setting his
girlfriend ablaze with erotic
heat; and Magic Mike ain’t got nothin’ on Delilah’s own
fireman-turned-exotic-dancer-
for-a-night “Johnny Blaze.” With a list of award-winning authors that includes Ily
Goyanes, Shoshanna Evers, Adele
Dubois, and Rachel Firasek, Delilah delivers tales of these
courageous men sliding
down their big poles to steal readers’ hearts! Smokin’ Hot
Firemen imagines the
romantic possibilities of being held against that massively
muscled chest by a man
whose mission is to protect and serve…
ExcerptHook Me Up
Adele DuboisI'd give my right nut for a hot cup of coffee and
breakfast," Knox Bennett said to his partner Frank Johnston
as they unfastened their helmets and facemasks and loaded
them into the truck. Their fire–retardant hoods came
off next. "Then I want a shower and about ten hours'
sleep."
It would be an hour—at least—before he could
take those small comforts.
Soot streaked his face, making him look like a
blue–eyed raccoon, and stuck to his turnout coat,
pants, and boots like paint splatter. Knox groaned as he
climbed into the cab of Engine Number 6 on weary legs and
started the engine. They'd pulled another all–nighter
in a neighboring community where an arsonist had torched a
second row of houses. It had taken ladders from four
adjacent towns to put the fires out. "At least we have beds
to go home to. It's a shame about all those families."
Frank buckled his seatbelt, riding shotgun. "When the
FBI
catches the bastard, I want to kick his ass before they
haul
him away." He emphasized his point with a terse nod of his
dark head.
"Get in line." Knox turned right at the next
intersection
and headed south. Their station sat smack in the middle of
apple orchard country in southeastern Pennsylvania. The
trees were just beginning to bud, and in another month
apple
blossoms would decorate every neighborhood in town. Just
the
sight of his hometown in the distance eased the tension in
his neck and the kinks in his shoulders. Knox had never
lived anywhere else and couldn't imagine ever wanting to
leave Appleton. A wife, a few kids, and a promotion to
captain would make life here just about perfect.
The flash of something out of sync with the
earth–toned landscape slid past his peripheral
vision,
and he eased his foot off the accelerator by reflex. "Did
you see that?" Knox checked his mirrors, tapped the brakes,
and slowed.
"See what, bro?" Frank stretched to look outside his
window.
"That slash of purple inside the old apple tree we
passed
back there. Like something was falling." Knox pulled over.
"My gut tells me something isn't right."
"Turn around when I give the go." Frank hopped out of
the
truck and walked around to direct traffic.
Only two cars passed; the residential neighborhood was
calm. Frank gave the all–clear and Knox reversed the
fire truck with a three–point turn. The backup
signals
pierced the still morning air. Frank hopped on the rear and
held the ladder as Knox moved forward.
Several houses down, Knox found what he was looking
for—a tidy lawn with the oldest apple tree he'd ever
seen growing from the center. A modest white house stood in
its shade.
Knox got out of the truck and stood on the sidewalk,
craning his neck to inspect the apple branches, while Frank
came up behind him. Knox heard the sobs at the same time he
spied the purple patch near the tree's highest limb.
Knox pointed. "There."
Adrenaline kicked in, erasing his earlier weariness. He
ran to the truck to grab a hook and a coil of rope and
bolted into the yard.
Lexi Wentworth sobbed and swore, scolding her kitten for
getting them into this predicament. "Naughty Ginger for
climbing up this tree," she said, trying again to right
herself where she hung upside down.
She'd only cracked the front door open for a teensy
second, to slip a birthday card for her mother into the
mailbox, when Ginger had bolted through. Lexi had thought
she could catch the tabby and bring her back inside without
much fuss. How far could a kitten run up a tree?
Unfortunately, Lexi found the answer dressed in nothing
but a hip–length, see–through purple nightie
and
matching thong above her bedroom slippers, which had since
fallen off. Why she'd let her friend talk her into buying
this getup, she'd never know. Becky said fantasy was good
for the soul. Well, her soul was fine. Pretty much. Her sex
life was the part that sucked.
Lexi's left leg had gotten stuck above the knee in
forked
twin limbs twisted with vines, and she'd toppled backward
against the trunk. Bark dug into the small of her back and
bare buttocks and dizziness swam as blood rushed to her
head. Her nightgown hung upside down on her body, baring
her
breasts and abdomen to the birds and sky.
She tried to hoist herself up by pushing off two lower
branches, but succeeded in merely arching her back. The
lift
offered muscle support and relief from the scratchy bark,
but little else. She brushed the hem of her nightie from
her
face and tucked the garment under her chin. Her tabby
mewled
beside her, every hair on its slender body standing
straight
as a thistle. "Poor kitty," she murmured. "You're more
frightened than me."
To take pressure off her trapped leg and offer some
leverage, Lexi reached for an overhead branch. She sighed
as
the maneuver reduced the pull to her knee. The reprieve was
short–lived; the branch snapped off in her hand and
sent her reeling back against the tree trunk. "Ow!"
The nightie slipped into a pool around her neck and
chin,
exposing her bare torso to the morning breezes. She might
as
well give up smoothing it over her breasts; it would only
fall down again. Who the hell would see her, anyway?
The realization that no one might find her prickled her
spine like a blast of cold needles. The half–acre
lots
in her neighborhood offered a great deal of privacy. Her
nearest neighbors had already gone to work. Unless she
started screaming at the top of her lungs, no one would
know
where to find her.
Terror struck and Lexi's tears welled. Her knee
throbbed.
Had she broken her leg? She counted off the weeks until the
school year ended. If she had, she'd have to finish the
marking period limping around her third grade classroom on
crutches.
Assuming she got rescued. What if no one came?
She found her voice then and shouted for all she was
worth. "Help! Somebody help me!" Perspiration dotted her
temples as panic set in. "I need help!"
To her amazement, a husky, reassuring voice answered.
"Try not to move. I'll be right up."
She must have grown delusional. The blood rushing from
her feet to her brain had turned her mind to oatmeal. The
most gorgeous man she'd ever laid eyes on moved into her
line of sight and stood at the base of her apple tree. He
had corn–colored hair and looked up at her with the
eyes of an angel. The soot on his cheeks and chin couldn't
camouflage the stunning face beneath.
A firefighter dressed in full regalia.
She watched, slack–jawed and filled with hope, as
he pulled off his yellow–striped coat to reveal the
dark T–shirt beneath. Even upside down she could see
his trim waist and the way his tanned biceps flexed when he
moved. She watched him pick tools off the ground—a
circle of rope and a long–handled hook with an axe on
the opposite side. In one smooth motion, he lifted the rope
to his shoulder and clutched the hook as he began to climb.
That's when she remembered her naked breasts and the
purple lace thong she barely wore.
Knox stared up at the woman caught in the apple tree in
total disbelief. It wasn't just the jam she'd gotten
herself
into that surprised him, but the rescue fantasy she
presented that pumped duel shots of liquid energy into his
system. She was every fireman's wet dream. How was he
supposed to remain professional and clearheaded while
wearing a raging hard–on?
The higher he climbed, the more beautiful the woman
became. Her skin looked smooth and soft to the touch. Long,
honey–colored hair trailed beneath her like ripples
in
a pond. She stared at him over one shoulder with frightened
but shining golden eyes. The look tore a hole through his
gut.
He tried to be a gentleman and avert his eyes from her
magnificent breasts and belly. Too late. He'd already noted
every incredible curve and hollow, including the sexy gold
ring at her navel. For the rest of his life he'd remember
the way this extraordinary woman looked in this moment. Her
image would be tattooed on his brain the way her rescue
would become the firehouse tale that marked him as a man
and
defined his career.
None of that mattered now. All that counted was the help
he could provide. His mind clicked through procedures until
he processed the necessary steps to take her down safely.
Since nothing in the manual covered this situation, he'd
have to improvise. He hung the coil of rope on a stub and
set the hook on a limb.
Knox noted no obvious serious injuries; the woman
appeared calm, though he hadn't ruled out shock. "I've got
you," he said. "Let me guide your hands to a supporting
branch until I can get you down, okay?"
The woman blinked her understanding and offered a small
nod. Her eyes shone with tears.
Knox held her wrists while she followed his lead.
As he maneuvered the woman's hands to a secure spot,
something spit and hissed in his direction. Knox spotted a
kitten and stifled a smile: no one from his firehouse had
ever rescued a cat from a tree. "Let's get kitty safely out
of the way so that I can focus on you."
"Her name's Ginger," the woman replied.
He reached for the frightened cat with one hand while he
whispered words of encouragement.
The kitten mewed and licked his fingers after he scooped
her up.
"Good girl."
Knox called down to his partner. "Frank! Take care of
this cat, will you?" He leaned down and handed over the pet
as Frank climbed up. Knox blocked the woman's nakedness
from
his partner's view as best he could. Her vulnerability
stirred his protective instinct more than usual. "She could
use a blanket when I bring her down." He asked for a couple
of other things and turned back to the woman.
"Let's get that pressure off your leg." He drove the axe
into the tree, then uncoiled the rope and looped it around
a
limb and the hook to create a makeshift pulley.
Knox climbed up to straddle a limb directly above the
woman's trapped leg and tied the free end in a slipknot
around his waist. Then he leaned down to cradle the woman
in
his arms.
The intimate contact of her warm, soft body against his
forged a connection that struck his soul like a physical
ache. Though he'd always been empathetic to fire victims,
he
rarely met the property owners whose flames he'd
extinguished. This rescue became personal the moment the
woman leaned into his shoulder.
He raised her into a sitting position. As he did, he
lowered her nightgown over her breasts and belly to restore
her privacy. The sheer fabric offered little of that, but
she smiled at him in appreciation. The warm gold flecks in
her eyes drew him in and he fought back an almost
irresistible urge to kiss her. "I'm Knox. What's your
name?"
"Alexis Wentworth. I'm called Lexi."
"Okay, Lexi. I'm going to slip the rope around us both
and then hoist you up so that I can free your leg. Is that
all right?"
Lexi nodded.
Knox continued to support her with one arm while he
extended the loop around her torso with the other and
pressed her tightly to his chest.
The moment her body touched his, the sweet scent of
strawberries on freshly washed skin replaced the smell of
smoke and soot that clung to him. Her soft breasts and the
tips of her nipples caused his muscles to tense at the
friction. He inhaled her fragrance—and then
reprimanded himself to stay on task. Lexi might be
beautiful
and sexy as hell, but the job and her safety came first.
The piercing sound of Engine Number 6 backing into the
front yard with Frank at the wheel came right on cue.
Knox spoke so that Lexi could hear. "On the count of
three, I'm going to pull you up." He studied her eyes for
reassurance that she was ready. Satisfied, he began the
count and heaved.
Their combined weight tested the hook's tensile strength
until the pulley quivered. Knox tightened his hold and felt
Lexi's heartbeat rise as the axe vibrated against the tree
trunk.
He moved with more urgency then, throwing every ounce of
his strength into the motion. Though his body ached from
hours at the overnight crime scene and his muscles strained
to the breaking point, Knox refused to falter.
When Lexi reached the fork that trapped her, Knox helped
her hook her free leg over one limb. She sat upright and
leaned a shoulder against the trunk while she held on,
though her hampered knee made the pose awkward.
Knox pulled the axe free after adjusting his position
and
then retied their makeshift harness. "I'm going to have to
chop it off. Do you mind?"
Lexi's eyes widened, and she shrieked for the first time
since he'd climbed up to meet her. "You want to cut off my
leg?" Her pallor turned white as paper.
Knox resisted a smirk. "No, the limb trapping your leg.
It's got to go. Its twin will hold you. I'll work from the
area above. You'll be fine."
She visibly relaxed, fear and trust mingling with relief
in her expression. "Do I have to remind you to be careful
with that thing?"
This time, he did smile. "I wouldn't think of damaging
your leg." Her long, slender, magnificent leg. He wondered
if she took ballet or yoga lessons. Suddenly those classes
didn't seem so dumb.
Knox chopped the limb away a safe distance above her
knee, cleared the vines, and tossed the debris to the
ground. With care, he lifted her leg over the stump to free
her.
She winced but didn't cry out during the extraction.
Though her leg had bruised and become swollen, it didn't
appear to be broken. He would take her to the hospital as a
precaution.
The engine rumbled below them and the sounds of a
hydraulic lift preceded the appearance of a white cherry
picker.
Knox loosened their tether, stepped into the cab of the
cherry picker, and as it lowered, lifted Lexi into his
arms.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled up at him
with admiration in her gorgeous golden eyes.
"Your chariot awaits, miss." The guys would call him a
dick for the rest of his life if they knew he'd said that.
Knox let the rope fall past his waist to the cab floor and
kicked it away as they descended into the front yard. The
way Lexi looked up at him made his words seem just right.
Screw the guys and what they might think. He was the one
holding the beautiful lady in his arms.
Knox grinned down at her. "I've always wanted to say
that
to a woman."
Three weeks later...
The captain stuck his head into the firehouse kitchen,
where the crew had thrown an impromptu celebration for the
arsonist's capture. "Bennett! Someone here to see you." His
thick eyebrows rose and fell with the announcement, and a
smirk lifted a corner of his mouth. The look gave tacit
permission for everyone to check out Knox's visitor.
Chairs pushed back from the table and a handful of guys,
including Frank, stood to watch from the doorway as Knox
made his way into the main room.
Though he tried to control it, a spring lifted his step
and hurried him forward when he spotted Lexi. She looked
sexy as ever, in tight jeans and a pullover top that showed
off her curves. He hadn't seen her since the day of her
rescue, but had thought about her a million times.
He wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman
he'd ever seen, and he wished he could have called her
after
taking her home from the emergency room that day. But the
captain was the only person authorized to contact victims
after the fact.
So instead of telling her how much he'd hoped she'd find
him, and how happy he was to see her, he merely smiled and
said "Hey."
The smile she returned eased any doubts that her
feelings
weren't reciprocal. She held out a large plate of cupcakes
that he'd barely noticed. "I made these for you—to
thank you, and the others, of course." She glanced over at
the kitchen doorway where his buddies lingered, making no
bones about staring. "I guess they heard about my purple
nightie," she whispered.
"Not from me."
"Maybe these cupcakes will give us some privacy."
"Good thinking. Be right back." He delivered the baked
goods amid wolf whistles and pats on the shoulder. "Eat,
guys. Behave."
He led Lexi outside to a patch of lawn in the side yard
where they could be alone. He stood close, noting that she
didn't step back. "No crutches. I'm glad you're okay."
"I only needed them for a week because of the pulled
muscles. I was lucky."
"Yeah. The captain gave me the update."
Her brow creased, and the sparkle in her eyes turned to
accusation. "I thought I might hear from you directly. All
the care you showed me at the hospital before you drove me
home—I thought some of that might have been
personal."
The hitch in her voice offered the proof he needed that
their connection hadn't been one–sided. The last
thing
the department needed was a...misunderstanding. He wrapped
his hands around her waist and pulled her closer.
She stared up into his eyes while she eased against him.
"Regulations. Believe me, I wanted to show up at your
door a thousand times." He ran his thumbs over the curves
of
her hips. "Since I couldn't, I did the next best thing."
"What was that?" Her stunning golden eyes narrowed with
doubt.
"I asked the captain to mention how much I love
cupcakes."
She draped her arms over his shoulders and leaned into
the kiss he brought to her mouth. Her lips tasted supple
and
warm and sweet, better than any fantasy he'd imagined. He
pictured her bare breasts with their mouthwatering nipples
and the gold belly–button ring he wanted to poke with
his tongue.
The next thing he knew, he'd pressed her back against
the
side of the firehouse and picked her up by the seat of her
pants. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he
rubbed
and squeezed her ass, remembering how perfect it had looked
in a thong. His erection sought the sweet spot between her
legs and pressed while she dug her fingers into his hair.
He kissed her until her pretty lips became flushed and
swollen. Then, reluctantly, he put her down and took a step
back before he broke every decency law in the book.
Knox brushed stray hairs off her forehead with his
fingers. "I want to know all about you. Let's go out for
dinner after my shift. Anyplace you want."
"I'd like that."
Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him this time and
his spirit soared. He knew with absolute certainty that
something good had started between them.
"Do you like to dance? We can do that, too. Tomorrow
night we'll go somewhere else. Bowling. The movies. I want
to spend time with you. Often."
Exclusively. But he'd save that discussion for later.
Lexi ran her hands down the front of his tee shirt
before
letting him go. She looked up with a half–smile.
"Let's do all those things. But Saturday night, we'll stay
in. My house."
Lexi lit another candle and wondered what the hell had
gotten into her. She'd invited Knox over for sex without
hesitation. Deprivation had made her crazy.
Deep down, she knew that was a lie. She'd wanted him
from
the moment she saw him. When Knox initiated her rescue,
she'd sensed his goodness. His decency. So few of the men
she'd met lived up to that standard. Her intense sexual
attraction merely accelerated the inevitable.
With Knox, she knew she was safe and free to let go. No
other man had made her feel that way.
The doorbell rang. Lexi adjusted the bodice of her new
white camisole and ran her fingers over the band of its
matching thong. She smoothed her hair and took a last look
around the living room. Candles on the coffee table issued
a
soft glow. Light snacks waited in the fridge. Background
music played low.
Ready.
Knox grinned from his side of the threshold, taking in
every inch of her like a long cool drink in hot sand.
She stared back at him, dressed in full uniform and
holding a bottle of wine, and wondered if he was naked
under
his turnout pants and coat. Dear God, she hoped so.
"Someone call about a fire, Miss?"
She led him inside, set the wine on the coffee table,
and
kissed him, standing on tiptoes.
He kissed her back with passionate yet natural ease, as
if they'd been together for months.
In one fluid motion he lifted her into his arms.
"Bedroom?"
She pointed the way.
She'd lit candles there, too, so when he set her down on
her queen–sized bed, their bodies shimmered with a
lustrous glow. He stood over her at the edge of the
mattress.
Lexi's heart pounded while she waited to see what he'd
do
next. She licked her lips in anticipation.
His nostrils flared at the sight of her tongue. He
unclipped his helmet and laid it at the bottom of the
quilt.
Light flickered in his startling blue eyes, adding
intensity
to his already–handsome face.
She got up on her knees at the side of the bed and found
the closures on his coat, starting at the bottom. Pop. The
first one opened. She unhooked the next. Lexi stuck her
hand
inside the flap, hoping for skin instead of another layer
of
clothing.
Ahh. Her hand brushed the tight flesh of his stomach.
His
muscles contracted at her touch. Pop. Lexi opened another
closure, then another, alternately running her hands over
his bare chest and pinching his nipples while continuing
her
climb. When the coat hung open, she pushed it off his broad
shoulders and watched as he eased it down and let it fall
to
the floor.
The sight of his naked torso looked better than she'd
hoped.
Knox had toned his body with obvious care, but without
the excessive vanity she'd seen at the gym. A sprinkling of
pale hair grew over his gorgeous pecs and taut stomach. Her
gaze followed the darker line disappearing into his pants.
Her fingers itched to discover what waited inside.
Before she could unhook his turnouts, he lifted her to
her feet on the bed and pressed his face to the swell of
her
breasts. He kissed the skin above her camisole with a heady
mix of reverence and lust. In an instant, he pulled the
fabric over her head and tossed it away.
He ravished her then; that was the only way to explain
what happened next. Lexi gave herself over to Knox without
hesitation as he explored every inch of her body with
fingers and tongue, bringing her to the brink and back a
dozen times over. His sole attention to her pleasure proved
once again how selfless he could be.
Lexi could be generous, too. She pulled at the waistband
of his pants. "I want to see you."
Her lover stripped naked then, letting the coarse fabric
of his turnouts run over his hips and down his long, sturdy
legs.
Lexi sucked in an appreciative breath at the sight of
his
ready cock. "Nice." Not too big or too small, just the
right
size to bring her bliss. She stroked his length and licked
his shaft, tasting the silken texture of his skin and
inhaling his unique scent. She brought her lips over the
crown and pulled him into her mouth until he rested a hand
against her jaw in gentle warning and pulled back with a
hiss between his teeth. He moved to the bed and rolled down
the quilt.
Lexi scooted onto the bottom sheet and watched while
Knox
tucked his helmet beneath the outer layers of covers to
create a mound near the edge of the mattress. He inclined
his head. "That's for you."
He guided her onto her back, horizontally across the
bed,
with her hips lifted high on his padded helmet.
She spread her legs and watched him savor the sight of
her damp, open pussy.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Knox knelt between her legs and ran his fingers over her
tender folds, exposing her fully erect clit. His thumb
circled and pressed the delicate bud, taking her closer to
orgasm with each revolution.
When he pressed his mouth to her center and slid his
tongue inside her, Lexi cried out. She plunged her hands
into his hair while he licked and sucked her clitoris until
she begged him to take her over the edge.
The crackle of paper followed her plea as Knox rolled on
a condom.
Lexi dug her heels into the bed and angled her hips in
anticipation.
Knox thrust into her, pulled, and thrust again deeply,
holding her by the waist as they moved in syncopated time.
How could she have known they'd fit perfectly, as if
they
belonged together? His cock slid over just the right
places,
and she climaxed while she writhed with her release.
Knox fucked her harder and faster while she came, and
cried out soon after. When his muscles relaxed, he kissed
her belly and licked the gold loop at her navel. His tongue
dragged over her solar plexus until he reached her breasts
and nipples. Finally, his lips met hers for a tender kiss.
Ginger hopped up on the bed while they lay in the
afterglow, wrapped in each other's arms.
Knox reached out to pet the kitten. "I have you to thank
for this, little puss. Get used to me hanging around." He
kissed Lexi and stroked her skin.
She marveled at how lucky she'd been to get stuck in her
apple tree. As Knox moved to make love to her again, Lexi
nibbled his
earlobe and murmured, "You made clever use of your
helmet. Next time you come over, let's see what you can do
with your coil of rope."
Knox laughed. "Anything for you, gorgeous."
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