Falling for the Firefighter

One blizzard. Two opposites. And some time under the mistletoe.

Josh Carson has a secret. As a firefighter he’s comfortable being sent in to save forests and wildlife, but in his spare time he creates delicate hair ribbons that are anything but masculine. When he finds Simone snowed in on Nymph Island--and she’d rather freeze than be saved by Mr. Tough Guy--he realizes that the only way to win her over and get her to safety is to take a risk and reveal his true self.

Simone Pascal loves being independent and self-reliant--she's never needed a man to save her, and yet she keeps falling into Josh’s arms at every turn, wanting him to rescue her. The worst part? She likes it. A lot. Which is a big problem since she’s rearranged her entire life to take on a new project—a baby via a sperm donor. Her life plans most definitely do not include anything as unpredictable as falling in love with Mr. Macho Firefighter, but that seems to be exactly what she’s doing.

Will the two come to terms with their true selves in time to snag their happily ever after? Or will these two opposites be spending Christmas cold and alone? (A snowed-in Christmas romance between a firefighter and feisty CEO.)

BONUS: Includes a letter to Santa from the beloved character Tigger!

A digital downloadable audiobook narrated by Vanessa Moyen. Audiobook length: 5 hours, 35 minutes.

Simone stalked over to him. “Could you be any more condescending?”
“Probably, but I like how your throat gets all splotchy and red when you’re annoyed. I think you’d lose the splotchiness if you got more upset.”
He was right. That smooth skin was already being flooded by more red. This woman was a ball crusher and he happened to like his bits and pieces in an unpuréed form. That meant if he planned on coming out alive he needed to end it. End it now.
He loomed closer, certain he knew which final button to push. He’d get too near, make her uncomfortable enough with a few suave moves, and she’d avoid him until the end of time, righting his world once again.
She crossed her arms over her chest, holding her ground. “I don’t like you.” When he didn’t respond, she jabbed him in the chest with a long fingernail, glossy with layers of perfect polish.
“You’re not the first,” he said, catching her finger, “and you won’t be the last.”
“You imply that because I’m a woman I’m weak and I can’t possibly have achieved anything worthwhile.” She wrenched her finger out of his grip, her arm flying backward as he released it. “I know your type. You act all smooth and fun, but you can’t take it when push comes to shove. You can’t handle the tough stuff and you’re not man enough to do what feels right in your heart.”
He felt shaky, her digs striking chords of truth, and he was getting the feeling she’d go on all night—or at least until she had him strung up by his nuts, which wouldn’t take long at this rate.
“You probably say you love someone, but when the chips are down, you can’t handle a strong woman. You think you’re a real man, but you’re not.”
Josh rubbed his forehead. “That’s your issue, not mine.”
“No it isn’t, and I can see it all over you, plain as day. You’re just like the others, so quit playing games with me. I know that look. I know what it says.”
He decided to up his approach, since there didn’t seem anything to lose, and she was starting to strike too close to home. He eased even closer, feeling like a primal cat tracking down its prey. Josh dragged his gaze up her body, allowing his eyes to fill with desire and sensuality. “And what is my look implying now?”
She gave a series of flustered blinks, her cheeks flushed.
The whole room had gone silent, and he was starting to wonder if he’d find himself seeking shelter in a snowdrift until the blizzard was over and he could escape.
“Are you afraid of our chemistry?” Josh ran a hand down her arm. She shivered but didn’t quite push away. Risking it, he tipped up her chin, aligning his lips with hers. He paused there, hovering over her, curious whether she would meet him halfway or whether the group surrounding them would break it up.
“You’re a tease.” She crossed her arms, not pulling away, that adorable flush spreading all the way to her ears.
“Yeah?”
“And I don’t like you.”
“You’ve already said that.”
Knowing he should break contact, he tried to move away, but found he couldn’t seem to release her. He must have taken a bigger bump to the head than he’d thought, because right now he wanted her to like him. A lot.
He knew better, though. Women like Simone were too much work to handle, making him fall back on his basic, dominant side. But right now, as the heat from the fireplace warmed them, all he could do was wonder what her lips tasted like. Salty? Like lip gloss? A perfect blend of something uniquely Simone?

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