Published by
The Wild Rose Press
BLURB:
Firefighter Patrick
Barre is determined to hide away in the woods of Vermont
Gini Claremont uses
her camera to celebrate the beauty of life. Nature soothes her, while anger is
dangerous for Gini--and anyone near her. If she doesn't guard her emotions, her
surroundings could go up in flames. Living alone, keeping busy, and letting her
family keep watch on her is best for everyone.
When an arsonist
declares war on their town, Patrick and Gini reluctantly band together to sift
through the ashes, each holding a secret close to the heart. As the arson
escalates, so does their mutual attraction. Will teaming up put out the fires,
or start a whole new one?
EXCERPT:
She hoisted the wall up with Patrick and helped him slide
it onto the red chalk line he’d snapped on the weathered wooden floor. Gini
held it while Patrick checked to see if the wall was level on his side. When he
came to her end, he reached around her from behind to hold the level against
the last stud. He was close enough that his breath tickled her neck.
“That look level to you?” he asked.
He might as well have said, “Let’s take a bath together,”
because Gini’s pulse beat in her neck as if it were trying to claw its way
through her skin. She managed to steady her eyes on the bubble trapped in yellow
liquid on the level.
“Right on the mark,” Gini said.
“Okay, hold it still. I’m going to nail it.”
Yes, nail it. Nail me. Gini cleared her throat and concentrated
on keeping the wall in place.
One nail. Two. Three. Bam.
Bam. Bam.
Patrick wielded that nail
gun as if it were part of his hand. The compressor roared to life, and Gini
jumped.
Patrick laughed as he
nudged Gini aside so he could drive some nails into her end of the wall. She
leaned against the closet he’d framed and wondered if he had a smooth or hairy
chest. She had a feeling she’d like either on him. She also had a feeling she
wouldn’t ever know which was hiding under that T-shirt.
She needed to go. Now.
Right away.
“All set?” she asked when
Patrick stopped nailing. Gini set the safety glasses and earplugs on a sawhorse
and edged toward her purse on the floor.
“She’s not going
anywhere.” He blew on the tip of the nail gun as if blowing smoke from a
pistol. That one movement of his lips was enough to set off a chain of images
in Gini’s brain. Images of their bodies entangled, hands sliding along smooth
flesh, mouths exploring curves and angles. She blinked several times, but the
images remained.
“Think it’s time for a
muffin break,” Patrick said. “C’mon.” He walked past her into the kitchen.
Gini looked to the front
door and back to the door Patrick had gone through. Her head swayed from one to
the other as if she were watching a tennis match. Beyond one door was her quiet
farmhouse where only her pets, Saber, Nyx, and Moon, waited for her return.
Beyond another was a man
who built things with his capable hands, who was at this moment, fueling his
libido with blueberry muffins.
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BIO:
By day, Christine DePetrillo teaches and inspires young
writers. By night, she writes, writes, and writes. She loves hanging out with
her characters and watching their tales unfold. Her stories are meant to make
you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the magic
of love.
Visit her author website at www.christinedepetrillo.weebly.com
and check out her gothic romantic poems as Drake, the vampire at www.nighteternal.weebly.com. You
can also find her on the 4th and 14th of every month at www.rosesofprose.blogspot.com.
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