Book Summary: Who can melt any woman's heart with a single smile? The sexiest icon of all- a fireman!
They enter fiery structures with selfless courage—the very definition of the word “hero.” Women understand their allure... A soot-covered face, sweat dripping from hard, chiseled muscles, the sharp snap of suspenders — yes, only a fireman can make suspenders sexy! Delilah Devlin's burning-hot book includes thrilling stories teeming with gorgeous firemen from some of today’s hottest romance writers. In “Saving Charlotte,” Sabrina York’s firefighting Dom rescues a woman tied to a red-hot bed; from Cathryn Fox comes “Temperature Rising” where a fire chief fulfills some very steamy fantasies; Elle James’s “Chasing Fire” sees a daring smoke-jumper parachuting into the hot zone of a forest fire then setting his girlfriend ablaze with erotic heat; and Magic Mike ain’t got nothin’ on Delilah’s own fireman-turned-exotic-dancer-for-a-night “Johnny Blaze.”
With a list of award-winning authors that includes Ily Goyanes, Shoshanna Evers, Adele Dubois, and Rachel Firasek, Delilah delivers tales of these courageous men sliding down their big poles to steal readers’ hearts! Smokin’ Hot Firemen imagines the romantic possibilities of being held against that massively muscled chest by a man whose mission is to protect and serve . .
Excerpt: Smokin' Hot Firemen, "Hook Me Up" by Adele Dubois
Knox stared up at the woman caught in the apple tree in total disbelief. It wasn’t just the jam she’d gotten herself into that surprised him, but the rescue fantasy she presented that pumped duel shots of liquid energy into his system. She was every fireman’s wet dream. How was he supposed to remain professional and clearheaded while wearing a raging hard-on?
The higher he climbed, the more beautiful the woman became. Her skin looked smooth and soft to the touch. Long, honey-colored hair trailed beneath her like ripples in a pond. She stared at him over one shoulder with frightened but shining golden eyes. The look tore a hole through his gut.
He tried to be a gentleman and avert his eyes from her magnificent breasts and belly. Too late. He’d already noted every incredible curve and hollow, including the sexy gold ring at her navel. For the rest of his life he’d remember the way this extraordinary woman looked in this moment. Her image would be tattooed on his brain the way her rescue would become the firehouse tale that marked him as a man and defined his career.
None of that mattered now. All that counted was the help he could provide. His mind clicked through procedures until he processed the necessary steps to take her down safely. Since nothing in the manual covered this situation, he’d have to improvise. He hung the coil of rope on a stub and set the hook on a limb.
Knox noted no obvious serious injuries; the woman appeared calm, though he hadn’t ruled out shock. “I’ve got you,” he said. “Let me guide your hands to a supporting branch until I can get you down, okay?”
The woman blinked her understanding and offered a small nod. Her eyes shone with tears.
Knox held her wrists while she followed his lead.
As he maneuvered the woman’s hands to a secure spot, something spit and hissed in his direction. Knox spotted a kitten and stifled a smile: no one from his firehouse had ever rescued a cat from a tree. “Let’s get kitty safely out of the way so that I can focus on you.”
“Her name’s Ginger,” the woman replied.
He reached for the frightened cat with one hand while he whispered words of encouragement.
The kitten mewed and licked his fingers after he scooped her up.
Knox called down to his partner. “Frank! Take care of this cat, will you?” He leaned down and handed over the pet as Frank climbed up. Knox blocked the woman’s nakedness from his partner’s view as best he could. Her vulnerability stirred his protective instinct more than usual. “She could use a blanket when I bring her down.” He asked for a couple of other things and turned back to the woman.
“Let’s get that pressure off your leg.” He drove the axe into the tree, then uncoiled the rope and looped it around a limb and the hook to create a makeshift pulley.
Knox climbed up to straddle a limb directly above the woman’s trapped leg and tied the free end in a slipknot around his waist. Then he leaned down to cradle the woman in his arms.
The intimate contact of her warm, soft body against his forged a connection that struck his soul like a physical ache. Though he’d always been empathetic to fire victims, he rarely met the property owners whose flames he’d extinguished. This rescue became personal the moment the woman leaned into his shoulder.
He raised her into a sitting position. As he did, he lowered her nightgown over her breasts and belly to restore her privacy. The sheer fabric offered little of that, but she smiled at him in appreciation. The warm gold flecks in her eyes drew him in and he fought back an almost irresistible urge to kiss her. “I’m Knox. What’s your name?”
“Alexis Wentworth. I’m called Lexi.”
“Okay, Lexi. I’m going to slip the rope around us both and then hoist you up so that I can free your leg. Is that all right?”
Knox continued to support her with one arm while he extended the loop around her torso with the other and pressed her tightly to his chest.
The moment her body touched his, the sweet scent of strawberries on freshly washed skin replaced the smell of smoke and soot that clung to him. Her soft breasts and the tips of her nipples caused his muscles to tense at the friction. He inhaled her fragrance—and then reprimanded himself to stay on task. Lexi might be beautiful and sexy as hell, but the job and her safety came first.
The piercing sound of Engine Number 6 backing into the front yard with Frank at the wheel came right on cue.
Knox spoke so that Lexi could hear. “On the count of three, I’m going to pull you up.” He studied her eyes for reassurance that she was ready. Satisfied, he began the count and heaved.
Their combined weight tested the hook’s tensile strength until the pulley quivered. Knox tightened his hold and felt Lexi’s heartbeat rise as the axe vibrated against the tree trunk.
He moved with more urgency then, throwing every ounce of his strength into the motion. Though his body ached from hours at the overnight crime scene and his muscles strained to the breaking point, Knox refused to falter.
When Lexi reached the fork that trapped her, Knox helped her hook her free leg over one limb. She sat upright and leaned a shoulder against the trunk while she held on, though her hampered knee made the pose awkward.
Knox pulled the axe free after adjusting his position and then retied their makeshift harness. “I’m going to have to chop it off. Do you mind?”
Lexi’s eyes widened, and she shrieked for the first time since he’d climbed up to meet her. “You want to cut off my leg?” Her pallor turned white as paper.
Knox resisted a smirk. “No, the limb trapping your leg. It’s got to go. Its twin will hold you. I’ll work from the area above. You’ll be fine.”
She visibly relaxed, fear and trust mingling with relief in her expression. “Do I have to remind you to be careful with that thing?”
This time, he did smile. “I wouldn’t think of damaging your leg.” Her long, slender, magnificent leg. He wondered if she took ballet or yoga lessons. Suddenly those classes didn’t seem so dumb.
Knox chopped the limb away a safe distance above her knee, cleared the vines, and tossed the debris to the ground. With care, he lifted her leg over the stump to free her.
She winced but didn’t cry out during the extraction. Though her leg had bruised and become swollen, it didn’t appear to be broken. He would take her to the hospital as a precaution.
The engine rumbled below them and the sounds of a hydraulic lift preceded the appearance of a white cherry picker.
Knox loosened their tether, stepped into the cab of the cherry picker, and as it lowered, lifted Lexi into his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck and smiled up at him with admiration in her gorgeous golden eyes.
“Your chariot awaits, miss.” The guys would call him a dick for the rest of his life if they knew he’d said that. Knox let the rope fall past his waist to the cab floor and kicked it away as they descended into the front yard. The way Lexi looked up at him made his words seem just right. Screw the guys and what they might think. He was the one holding the beautiful lady in his arms.
Knox grinned down at her. “I’ve always wanted to say that to a woman.”