in FLIRTING WITH DANGER, Firefighter Jasmine Mackinnon is
just one of the guys. She loves being a Firefighter and is
comfortable with being who she is and she won't change,
not even for a man. Aaron Parkes is known as a player and
not someone for the long haul and happily ever after. At a
friend's wedding Aaron sees Jasmine in a new light but both
of them know that nothing can ever happen between them but
then things change.
FLIRTING WITH DANGER, is a fun and entertaining read, not
only did it keep me wondering but it also had me wanting
more. I found it really entertaining to see Jasmine's
brothers and father interrogate and try to intimidate
Aaron. But I also loved how after learning about her past,
he wants to protect her and keep her from hurt, even if
it is from himself.
FLIRTING WITH DANGER is a very sweet
and romantic reads that just makes your heart melt and you
wanting to find a love like that. I really enjoyed this
book, it kept me on my toes and just made my day better
after reading it. It was a great surprising and refreshing
read. I definitely can't wait for the next book in the
series and to see the next Fireman on the chopping block.
Firefighter Jasmine Mackinnon has always just been one of
the guys. So no one’s more shocked than she is to find
herself kissing fellow firefighter and all-around sinfully
handsome playboy Aaron Parkes after a friend’s wedding.
Jasmine knows she can’t risk an emotional connection with a
colleague—a potentially dangerous entanglement when fighting
fires together—and nothing's more important to her than her
job.
Aaron never noticed how beautiful Jasmine was until he saw
her out of her firefighter duds, but there’s something about
the fiery woman that tempts him. Though he knows pursuing a
real relationship is out of the question for a serial dater
like him, when their casual flirtation builds into something
more serious, it's not just their jobs or their safety on
the line. It's their hearts.
Excerpt
In a bedroom of a sprawling sandstone house in South
Australia, Jasmine Mackinnon looked at the reflection of her
friend and fellow bridesmaid, who was peering over her
shoulder.
Sasha said, “You should wear that smoky eye shadow more
often. It makes your eyes look enormous.”
“I get plenty of smoke on my face when I’m on a call-out. I
don’t need to add more.”
“No, not when you’re at work, obviously,” Sasha said as she
straightened. “But you could make an effort when we go out.”
Jasmine winced. “I do make an effort.”
“Oh, I know. I didn’t mean it like that.” Sasha pulled an
apologetic face. “Okay, maybe I did, but I was trying to be
helpful. You’re so pretty, but you don’t make the most of
what you have. Look, what I mean is that you might find your
Mr. Right if you went for a more feminine look.”
Marrying a man she loved, having babies, watching them grow
up, staying together forever…that was the fairy tale for
most women, her friends included. But how often did it
actually happen? The staying together forever bit, anyway.
Not very often, in Jasmine’s experience. She hoped Leanne
and Michael, today’s bride and groom, would make it, but it
wasn’t a risk she was prepared to take for herself. Not
unless she found a man she could trust completely, and they
were few and far between.
Sighing, she said, “If I find a man to love me as I am, then
great. But I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not.”
Jasmine studied her reflection as the makeup artist blended
blush beneath her cheekbones. Which made her look as if she
actually had cheekbones. She’d bet that, given a choice
between muscles and makeup on their women, most men would
not choose muscles. But messing around with all those
brushes and jars—it just wasn’t her style. Any man she
allowed into her life would have to want the real her no
matter what she did or didn’t slap on her face.
Sasha was on a roll now. “Okay, I can see your point, but
first impressions are important, aren’t they? You need to
get past the first hurdle before you can really get to know
someone. All I’m saying is, you might meet more men if you
looked as if you cared what they thought of you. And you
could be a bit more encouraging when men do try to talk to
you. You could give them a chance. Like that poor man in the
pub last week.”
Jasmine swiveled the chair. “What man?”
“The one with the Johnny Depp jaw.”
She screwed up her eyes. “Can’t say I remember him.”
“He came over to talk to us. To you, anyway.”
“Oh! You mean when we were watching the game on the big screen?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t notice his jaw; I was too busy paying attention to
the football.”
“Trust me, he was cute. And he tried to start a conversation
with you.”
Jasmine frowned. “Did he?”
“He asked you what you did for a living.”
She nodded. “That’s right. I remember.”
“And what did you say?”
“Er…female impersonator.”
“My point exactly. No wonder he took off like he’d been spat
out.”
“The scores were level. It was a crucial point.”
The door of the en-suite bathroom opened and Leanne, the
bride, emerged, wrapped in a toweling robe, and, like
Jasmine and Sasha, sporting large rollers in her hair. “What
did I miss?”
“I was just telling Jasmine that she frightens men off when
they try to talk to her.”
Nodding, Leanne pulled up a chair. “Well, it’s not really
her fault that she intimidates them, is it? She’s so…”
“Capable,” Sasha supplied.
“Hello. I’m still in the room.” Jasmine frowned. “And since
when was being capable a bad thing?”
“It’s not, generally, but you don’t give men a chance to be
men around you.”
“Oh, that’s rubbish.”
“No, it’s true,” Leanne said. “You’re good at most things
they’d consider men’s stuff. Heck, you can probably bench
press more than some of them. You even do a job that a lot
of men wouldn’t have the guts to do. You make them feel
inadequate.”
“And we love you for it,” Sasha added. “You know that, don’t
you?”
Jasmine nodded. Her friendship with Leanne and Sasha went
back as long as she could remember, and she’d never doubt
their motives for a moment.
“We’re just saying that it’s going to be tough for you to
find a man who’s secure enough in his own masculinity to
cope with all that.”
“Unless you’re smart, like me, and marry a firefighter,”
Leanne said with a smile.
“She’s right,” Sasha said. “And there are some good-looking
guys in your station. What about Kane? He’s cute.”
“Cute like a puppy. He’s younger than me.”
“Not by much. All right, how about Aaron, then? Ooh, Aaron.”
Sasha fanned herself. “He has all the right credentials.
Tall, dark, and—”
“Dangerous,” Leanne interrupted. “Tall, dark, and dangerous.
Strictly no strings, that’s Aaron Parkes. He could charm the
skin off a rice pudding, but he thinks having breakfast with
a woman the morning after is long-term.”
“Isn’t that what makes him irresistible?” Sasha said. “You
know, the thrill of being the one to hook him? Maybe he just
hasn’t found the right woman yet?”
“He’s not looking,” Jasmine said. “Trust me, he’s happy the
way he is. I should know; I have to listen to him bragging
about his conquests at work. They’re all the same, and they
don’t seem to care that he’s only interested in one thing.”
Leanne shook her head. “Forget about him. I wouldn’t want to
see Jasmine dating Aaron. It could only end in tears, and
then we’d have to kill him”
“I have no intention of dating him,” Jasmine said. She
wouldn’t dream of becoming a notch on Aaron’s bedpost—if
there was even any bedpost left to carve a notch in.
“Anyway, there’s no way I’d go out with a colleague at all.
Not Aaron, not anybody. Workplace romances get messy, and in
a job like ours, messy is the last thing we need. We have to
be able to rely on each other in life-threatening
situations—would you trust a colleague to save your life if
his girlfriend was in danger as well?” She shook her head.
“Of course you wouldn’t. Plus, dating’s not allowed. Not
between people who work in the same team like Aaron and I do.”
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