Reno in Flames Firefighter Romance Bundle

Reno is heating up as the men and women of the Reno fire department battle fires, their inner demons, and each other. Hot, sexy, and at the top of their games, they’re more than ready to handle the three-alarm-fires when old sparks kindle new flames and smoldering looks turn into sizzling nights. They risk their lives every day but do they have the courage to risk their hearts? When passions get too hot to handle, will their relationships crumble into ashes, or ignite red-hot romances that burn brightly for a lifetime? If you think you can handle the heat, Reno in Flames is for you!

Kade looked up.

Way up.

The old warehouse building was more solidly built than newer ones, but it was also full of wooden pallets—a veritable feast for the fire that was somewhere above them.

He turned his attention back to the steel door they were trying to breach. Riley had a K-bar rammed into the crack between the door and the frame, but it wasn’t budging.

“The windows are holding.” He had to shout to be heard by his fellow firefighters—Alex Rutherford and Spencer Finley—who stood behind them, gripping the charged hose.

“Come on, man, we’re losing time!” Alex said.

Kade looked down at Riley’s petite five-foot-two-inch frame. “You can do it,” he said. But you gotta do it fast, he added silently.

She jammed the K-bar in again. She gripped the K portion in her gloved hands and leaned hard. She just couldn’t get enough weight behind it.

“Leverage, Riley!” he said.

She nodded, stepped back and swung again. A crack appeared along the edge of the door, and he threw his weight against it. No progress. “Again!” He shouted as he crammed a wooden wedge into the crack.

“We need to move. Now.” Alex’s voice.

“She can do it,” Kade said.

“Damn it, Kade, this is no time to coddle the little woman.” Alex’s hand closed over Riley’s, wrestling the bar from her hands. She stumbled back as he pushed in.

Alex braced himself, then rammed the K-Bar into the crack between the door and the frame. “Get on the hose,” he growled at Riley.

BOOM!

Glass showered down on them.

A window had blown out.

In Kade’s peripheral vision, he saw that Ladder Six was on its way up.

The radio crackled: Fourth floor.

They’d be humping up three flights. It could be worse—but it also meant there would be two more floors above them that could come crashing down.

The door gave with a CRACK, and Kade had no choice but to take Alex’s place on the hose while Riley dropped back.

He followed Alex into the building, aware that Riley was behind them, feeding hose.

They found the stairs and started climbing. He and Alex pushed forward while Riley and Spencer kept the hose from getting hung up or kinking, especially on the corners.

“Ladder Six going live,” Ladder team reported.

They rounded the stairs onto the fourth floor, and heat buffeted them. A moment later he saw the flames.

“Let’s put this bitch down!” Alex yelled.

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Never let them see you cry.

Riley’s fingers slipped on the buckle of her SCBA harness, and she almost shouted her frustration.

She’d worked just as hard—harder—than every man in this department to get where she was. She could do every physical task required of her.

Except… breaking down doors had never been her strong point.

Yes, it was about leverage, but it sure as hell helped if you had an extra five inches and more than a hundred more pounds on your body. Why did she have to be born short?

“Here.”

She blinked at the voice she knew so well. She should have known Kade would find her ‘hiding place’ behind Ladder Six. She looked up as his fingers closed around the clasp of her buckle.

She loved getting lost in those smoke-blue eyes—but only when he wasn’t looking right at her, or he might figure out how she felt about him.

“Don’t let Alex get to you.” His nearness washed over her like a wave as he tugged the straps loose.

She sighed. “Did you hear what he called me?”

Kade’s mouth flattened. “I heard. Turn around.”

She did as directed; she felt the heavy oxygen tank slip off her shoulders.

“Your brains make up for his brawn any day of the week,” he said as he set the tank on the ground.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes; how could he stick up for her when she’d let him down too?

He turned away from her, and she reached up to grasp the straps of his harness. His head swiveled ninety degrees, but he couldn’t see her from that angle.

“It’s only fair I return the favor.” She lowered his oxygen tank to the ground beside her. “I’ll fill them both when we get back to the station.”

He shucked off his bunker jacket, revealing the sweat-stained V-neck tee-shirt he favored under his bunkers. Shirts that—no matter how she tried not to notice—always brought her attention to the strong cords of his neck.

Not to mention the impressive biceps.

She looked away.

“I mean it, Riley.”

This time she had no choice but to look into the blue-gray eyes that were gazing back at her.

She swallowed. Nodded.

He winked and walked away.