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PLAYING
WITH FIRE
Stockland
Firefighters #3
When
Lydia Caney accepted the position as area Fire Marshal in the small town
of Stockland, Tennessee, she hadn't expected to immediately be thrown into
one of the most difficult cases of her career. In book III of the
Stockland FD Series, Lydia tackles the task of determining the link
between the string of brushfires that has attacked the town for many
months. But solving the case isn't the only battle she must fight.
Firefighter Caleb Wilkes has set his sights on her and the arrogant
chauvinist is determined to make her see she has no right holding down a
career in the fire service. In proving herself worthy of her job, Lydia
finds herself attracted to the one man she has no business wanting. But
can she break through Caleb's old-fashioned beliefs and make him see that
when you play with fire you don't always get burned?
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5
Cups:
Tonya Ramagos is a wonderful author who knows how to pull at our hearts
strings and make us take notice of her characters and the struggles they
endure. Just like the last two stories in this wonderful series of
books, Playing with Fire is a must read. -- Briana Burress, Coffee Time
Reviews
4
Cups:
Caleb and Lydia are enchanting characters who compliment each other very
well. Their relationship progresses at a believable pace. The love scenes
are hot and steamy, with just the right amount of descriptive detail. The
conflict between their attraction for each other and the complications of
their occupational situation, provides for a fascinating plotline. The
setting is very realistic and is appropriate to the storyline. Ms. Ramagos
is a talented author with a knack for creating likable characters and very
sexy heroes. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys contemporary
storylines with lots of lust, love and intrigue included. Playing With
Fire is most definitely a keeper! -- Susan White, Coffee Time Reviews
Tonya
Ramagos has a definite winner with PLAYING WITH FIRE. Caleb Wilkes, whom
readers might remember from the first two stories of the Stockland Fire
Department trilogy, is his usual chauvinistic self, but he has met his
match in Lydia Caney. Lydia is self-sufficient, smart, sexy, and every bit
as good at her job as Caleb is at his. Lydia learned how to deal with men
like Caleb when she divorced Neal’s father, so she can’t understand
why Caleb gets under her skin. She’s attracted to Caleb, but she
doesn’t want to expose Neal to a temporary situation. Caleb knows his
outlook is wrong, but he has had the attitude that a woman’s place is at
home drilled into him since childhood. Readers soon learn why he feels the
way he does, and can’t help but feel for him. However, when Caleb and
Lydia get their act together, sparks threaten to melt the computer screen.
There is a secondary romance between Annette and Bernard as a bonus for
readers. Annette is a tad touchy about the fact she is in a wheelchair,
but Bernard knocks her defenses down. PLAYING WITH FIRE will make readers
want a firefighter of their very own, and is very highly recommended by
this reviewer. -- Angela Camp, Romance Reviews Today |
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ADULT
EXCERPT
Caleb
Wilkes was in a good mood and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out
why. He had awakened bright and earlier on this glorious Saturday morning
after a night of hard drinking and hot sex with his current on-again
off-again lover and whistled himself right out of bed. No hang over, no
nausea, no regrets. He was wide awake, insatiably happy for no reason he
could put his finger on, and fully ready for anything the day held in
store.
Dressed in boots, jeans, a navy blue T-shirt with the Stockland Fire
Department logo over the top left pocket and the accompanying navy Fire
Department hat, he drove through the streets of town toward the fire
station. His hands beat rhythmically on the steering wheel in time with
the country music blaring from the truck stereo speakers. He had nearly an
hour to kill before drill would begin at the station but he had been in
too good spirits to waste that hour at home alone. He could swing by
Mimmie’s Diner and kill time there. But the thought didn’t appeal to
him. Neither did stopping by the auto parts store for the items he needed
to complete the work on a customer’s car in his mechanic shop or
piddling around the station until the other firefighters arrived and drill
began. So how was he going to waste forty-five minutes on a Saturday
morning?
As if a sign from the powers that be, he had his answer seconds later when
his eyes landed on a tight, shapely rear end topping a pair of incredibly
long slender tanned legs. His foot hit the break so hard he nearly gave
himself whiplash. Thank goodness there were no cars behind him. He would
have surely caused an accident! The owner of his current distraction was
leaning into the trunk of a…
“Sweet Jesus,” he said with an airy whistle as he surveyed the car. It
was a 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500. Brittany blue and, from what he could
tell, in mint condition if one overlooked the flat tire it was currently
sporting on the rear passenger side.
His palms began to sweat. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he pulled
his truck to the side of the road and shut off the engine. Alerted to his
presence, the owner of the beautiful car—and the legs, can’t forget
the legs—straightened from the trunk and turned slightly to peer over
her shoulder. Hel-lo. As if the sight of the classic car alone hadn’t
given him a big enough hard-on!
“Hi.” The word was simple but spoken in such a way that Caleb’s
heart jumped into his throat. “Flat tire?” he asked dumbly as he
strolled toward her.
She turned more completely from the car and looked at him over the rim of
her sunglasses. She had sleek blond hair. Long, he suspected, when
released from the ponytail holder that presently had it bound. A quick
mental picture of him reaching to pull the band from her hair, the
sunshine strands falling flawlessly to cover her shoulders, flashed
through his mind. Her eyes were almost an electric shade of blue and he
couldn’t help but wonder what they would look like in the dim light
of a bedroom.
Or in the back seat of this Shelby Mustang.
“Apparently,” she said, with a slight breathy laugh. “I must have
run over something.”
“This is some car,” he said, admiration roughening his voice as he
dragged his eyes from her to the equally breathtaking automobile.
“A’67 Shelby Mustang—V-8 engine,” he said as more of a statement
than a question. He seriously doubted this striking blond knew anything
more about the car than how to insert the key into the ignition and drive.
“Four-twenty-eight CID V-8 engine,” she confirmed, and Caleb had to
keep his jaw from dropping to the ground at his feet. “Two four-barrel
carbs, four-speed transmission, zero to sixty in four point eight seconds.
It’s been completely restored to factory specs.”
He stared at her knowing his eyes were huge with the surprise he was
unable to hide. “I’m impressed.”
“You figured I knew nothing more about it than how to make it go.” The
smile that unfolded across her luscious pink lips was sly, almost mocking.
“It’s a likely assumption and one that I’m used to,” she said with
a shrug.
Instead of admitting how wrong he had obviously been—something he
didn’t care to do often—he simply said, “I’m Caleb Wilkes,” and
stuck out his hand. |
