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Fire Resistant: a Playboy Meets his Match Romance

Fire Resistant: a Playboy Meets his Match Romance

Real firefighters, real romance

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Completely uplifting!"

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When life pushes you to the edge…

Reno firefighter Desmond "Dez" Andrews lives for the rush—until a single night derails everything he’s built in the years since he lost his family. Wrongfully charged with drug possession, he's determined to serve his community hours and get back to saving lives.

Hazel Gerard has spent her life seeking solitude in the wilds. The last thing she needs is an arrogant firefighter who thinks he's doing her a favor by showing up. Yet as they lead a group of young conservationists through Nevada's backcountry, Hazel sees sparks of something deeper in Dez—something that tempts her to let down her guard.

But fires can burn, and secrets have a way of unraveling even the strongest connections…

Can love rise from the ashes of the past?

You'll love Fire Resistant if you enjoy:

🔥Hot firefighters
🔥Playboy falls for ‘the one’
🔥Slow burn relationships
🔥Enemies to lovers
🔥Workplace romance / forbidden attraction
🔥Protective Hero w/a fear of flying
🔥Forced proximity in wilderness setting
🔥She rescues him (rescue romance)
🔥Feisty heroine

This novel is part of a larger series but can be read as a standalone.

Steam level: detailed intimate scenes

Fire Resistant explores healing, resilience & forgiveness but addresses difficult experiences that may be triggering for some, including the loss of family members when young.

What Readers Say:

“Absolutely amazing read. Caught my attention from the first chapter. Highly addictive storyline. Fantastic characters. A must read book.” – Lisa P.

“This is an amazing story with a beautiful message of love, pain, longing and how to overcome tragedy.” ~ Narci

“Hazel and Dez come from their fair share of difficult life experiences. Their start is not the traditional sort, but their love is strong and keeps you hoping they find their way to one another. Completely uplifting!” ~ Tracy B.

“Well written, detailed characters & HEA, this book is a must read!” ~ Jill K

💙 Sample Chapter

MARCH
LAKE TAHOE

The flashing lights of the emergency vehicles bounced off the snow, blinding in their intensity. He struggled against the snow drifts, but his feet were weighed down as if encased in cement. He squinted against the smoke-laden wind, his gaze glued to the burning pile of metal and rubble a few yards away.

If only he could—

“Dez!”

A woman’s voice. Mamá?

No—it couldn’t be. He was inside the dream.

Again.

“Dez!” This time his name was accompanied by a slap on his forearm.

He pried his eyes open.

Tahoe.

But not his condo.

He blinked at the blurry figure beside him as memories filtered in.

Meeting Tiffany at Vinyl nightclub. Tiffany and her friends popping Ecstasy. Him driving them all back to her place…

“Your alarm keeps going off,” Tiffany whined.

My alarm…?

Suddenly wide awake, he jerked his wrist close to his face and tried to focus on the small hands of his service watch. 8 a.m. He was going to be late for his shift at Reno Fire Station Three.

“Shit!”

Tiffany groaned and clasped a pillow over her head.
He’d wanted to take her straight to the bedroom; instead, there was more drinking and those little blue pills Tiffany talked him into taking. Dancing on the balcony until the neighbors threatened to call the cops—

His stomach rebelled as he rolled himself to a sitting position. He was shirtless but still wearing pants, although the belt was undone and they were half-way down his ass.

Collapsing on the couch. Hugh and Steph grinding, putting on a show. Tiffany kissing him. A different pair of hands undoing his belt buckle. Him stopping the hands. “I gotta use the bathroom.” Blow jobs weren’t as satisfying if you had to pee, after all…

His wallet was on the nightstand (thank God), and he rifled through it. Some of the cash was gone, but that was no big deal. The credit cards were all there, as were the condoms.

Stumbling to the bathroom. Too dizzy to stand. Sitting on the floor—

“Aw, man, he’s fucked up.”

He glanced at Tiffany, who’d already gone back to asleep. She was mostly clothed. There’d been no sex—or blow job, for that matter. Maybe that was a good thing.

He stood up, shimmied into his pants, and shoved his wallet into the back pocket. He grabbed his shirt off the floor, ignoring the pulsing in his temples that his EMT training told him was most likely the result of dehydration.

In the bathroom, he used the toilet, finger-brushed his teeth, and drank an entire glass of water. He would have to change and shave at the station; there was no time to go back to his apartment in Reno.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like crap and felt only slightly better.

El estúpido. This is why I don’t do Ecstasy.

He dragged a hand over his three-day stubble. He needed caffeine, and lots of it. A stop at Clair’s Coffee Shop was in order, STAT.

A quick peek in the other bedroom showed Hugh and Steph asleep in the bed. In the living room, two women were passed out on the couches. What were their names? He grabbed the blankets off the back of the couches and covered their scantily-clad bodies.

As he turned to go, he paused at the sight of the white powder residue on the coffee table. Had he done a line? He didn’t think so—that was a hard limit for him—but yesterday had been an especially shitty day.

The Anniversary.

He shook it off. Whatever he’d drunk, swallowed or snorted, he wasn’t feeling it now. He was sober and good to go.

Fifteen minutes later, he was weaving his way down State Route 23 in his Tesla, a cup of black coffee in one hand, the caffeine working its magic already.

He pushed out a breath. He’d survived The Anniversary. He could tuck Mariana and his parents back into his memory box, close the lid, and get back to saving lives.

He went to set the coffee in the console and bumped the shift. Dark liquid spit from the opening on top, burning his hand and splashing on the side of his leg.

“Damn it!”

He managed to get the coffee cup into the holder, then grabbed a couple napkins from the glove compartment where he kept them. He wiped off his hand, then attempted to blot the spot on his thigh—to no avail—all while negotiating the curvy mountain road.

He’d given up with the napkins and was just about out of the canyon when flashing red and blue lights lit the interior of his car. He glanced down at the speedometer and groaned.

Great; another speeding ticket.

He pulled to the side of the road and dug his wallet out of his pocket. He carefully worked the coffee cup out of the holder and took another sip as he watched the officer approach in his side mirror.

When the officer reached him, Dez rolled down his window. The cold March air slapped him in the face as if to make sure he was fully awake.

“Can I see your license, sir?” the officer said.

Dez handed over his license.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, Mister Andrews?”

“I assume I was speeding,” Dez said. “Go ahead and write the ticket; I deserve it.” The quicker he got the ticket, the sooner he could be on his way.

“Not so fast, Mister Andrews.” The police officer stepped back. “Would you step out of the car, please?”

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