It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Well, just know, in that time I’ve been working on my next series. Up next is The Men of Rescue Four!
Firefighters are known for their mental and physical toughness, their roudyness, and just as well known for their philandering ways. The fact is, these men work hard and love to play just as hard. It takes a special woman to make these guys slow down and think twice about settling down. But that’s exactly what will happen to the men of Rescue Four. One by one, each man will find himself not just fighting the fires of the calls they go on at work, but also fanning the flames of attraction, lust and if they’re lucky…love.
First up in this series is Eric “Harvard” Kim’s story of finding romance and love, with a lot of steaminess thrown in. Keep an eye out over the next few weeks for a release date. For now, here’s a sneak peek. Oh, and the book cover.
Eric’s Inferno Sneak Peek ***Unedited. Subject to Change***
“Heads up. Rescue 4 just walked in.”
I looked up from behind the bar just as the men of Rescue Four entered. Individually, these guys could stop traffic, but altogether they were enough to give a normally healthy woman a heart attack. The first to enter was Corey with warm brown skin that held gold undertones he stood at about six-feet and the way the black t-shirt he wore clung to his body, he was in the gym at least five days a week. Next to enter was Don, who was about an inch taller, just as muscular with olive skin and dark hair with a scruffy beard. The first two were enough to make any girl swoon, but I felt the blood rush to my ears when the third and final Rescue Four man came into my line of sight. The one they called Harvard, although his real name was Eric. He stood the tallest of the three with creamy tan skin and dark hair that looked smooth as silk thanks to his Asian heritage. I’d overheard one of the guys say that he was Korean. With his chiseled jaw, full lips that were almost pouty, and dark hooded eyes, he screamed sex appeal. He looked like he held the secrets of the world behind those eyes. His mysteriousness was coupled with the fact that out of all the firemen that frequented the bar, he spoke the least. Firefighters were a loud, proud lot. I knew them well. My father had been one for more than thirty years, and my older brother was one of them. I’d grown up around them. But Eric had a steely calm to him like he didn’t have to announce who or what he was to the world. He knew who he was.
A trail of goosebumps rose along my arms when those dark eyes circled the room, finally landing on me. I was behind the bar, far from the door, but it almost appeared as if his eyes darkened when they slowly scanned down my body. His facial expression remained neutral and I forced myself to look away, moving to help another customer.
“What’s up, Sugar?” Corey greeted a few minutes later.
“How’re you doing tonight, Corey?” I smiled.
“Much better now that I’ve seen your beautiful face,” he replied smoothly, perfect teeth appearing when he grinned.
Did I mention how much these men flirted? All except one, at least.
“Talking like that is going to get you in trouble.”
“Trouble’s my middle name.”
I laughed. “The usual?” I questioned, pulling the rag out of the back pocket of my jeans to clean up a spill on the bar.
“Yup, make it five. We’re meeting two more from Rescue Four.”
“I thought you guys were traveling a little light tonight.”
“Us three just got off. Thanks, sugar,” Corey winked once I handed him the first of the three Coronas with lime he’d requested. He sauntered over to pass off the first two beers and again my eyes collided with Eric’s, almost as if he’d been staring at me. A shiver ran through me when he took the proferred beer from Corey, his gaze still planted on me. His eyes narrowed and I almost go the sense I was in the crosshairs of a predator. Instead of fear, I felt my lower belly quiver as thoughts of the intentions behind those dark eyes ran through my mind. I finally managed to blink and when I looked back, he’d turned, facing the rest of the men at his table. I sighed. Even his profile was beautiful. I licked my lips as I watched Eric’s Adam’s apple bob up and down after he took a swig of his beer.
“You might want to clean up that drool you left on the bar,” Stephanie mumbled in my ear.
I snapped her hip with the towel in my hand. “I’m not above replacing you,” I scolded Stephanie.
“You wouldn’t fire me. Who else do you have to run this place while you’re fantasizing about the hot firefighter,” she wiggled her eyebrows, and I tossed my head back, laughing.
“Get back to work,” I ordered. It was a Friday night, and Charlie’s was hopping as usual. Being conveniently located between two fire stations meant that during evening shift changes we were inundated with burly firefighters and the many female patrons who swooned after them. That coupled with the regular foot traffic we received and at times having two bartenders behind the bar wasn’t always enough. I was grateful for it all. It’d been eighteen months since I bought Charlie’s out from its previous owner, did some construction work on the place to give patrons more room, added a Bluetooth jukebox, and a few craft beers that were so loved by us millennials, and business was booming.
“What can I do for you, sir?” I asked the man who’d just walked up to the bar. He ordered a rum and coke. Once that order was done, I moved on to the next customer. It went on like this probably for close to an hour with Stephanie and I so busy we barely got a good look at who we were serving before we were pouring another drink.
“What can I get for ya?” I asked the patron, barely making eye contact.
A warm sensation moved through my belly at the sound of that voice. I locked eyes with Eric.
“F-five coronas with lime?” I stumbled over my words, internally kicking myself for sounding so lame.
A half-smile formed on those lips and he nodded, leaning down on the bar. I had to keep myself from watching his biceps bulge and strain again the t-shirt he wore.
“Coming up!” I infused my voice with the cheerfulness I gave all my customers. I felt his gaze on me just as if he were touching me, while I uncapped the bottles and inserted the sliced limes.
“Thanks, sugar,” I heard Corey’s voice sound off from behind Eric. I looked up just as he put an arm around a now frowning Eric. “You know, this guy should drink free tonight.”
I raised my eyebrows looking at Corey. “Oh yeah, and why is that?” I uncapped the final bottle.
“Harvard you didn’t tell Angela here you’re a hero?” Corey teased.
Eric just gave him a shut the hell up look.
But Corey kept on going. “Harvard here, saved a little girl today. Climbed a four-story building and brought her down.”
My eyes ballooned. “Seriously?”
“No, he’s messing around,” Eric tossed a deadly look in Corey’s direction.
“Fuck no he ain’t,” I heard Don’s booming voice come up behind both men and insert himself at Eric’s left side.
“Corey’s telling the truth. Rescue Four had to save Rescue Two’s asses again today.” Don and Corey both guffawed at that. Eric gave a light chuckle, and I had to look away. Something about not looking directly into the sun, unless you want your retinas to burn up. That’s what it was like looking at this man for too long, especially when he laughed.
“Well, in that case, this round’s on the house. Just don’t tell Rescue Two about it.”
Don and Corey grabbed all but one of the beers headed back to their table.
“I’m good at keeping secrets,” Eric’s gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat, then he grabbed the beer I still held in my hand, his fingers grazing mine. My eyelids fluttered at the current of energy that ran through me at his touch. I looked up into Eric’s handsome face to see his eyes widen ever so slightly. He felt it too. He inclined his head towards me before turning to head back to the rest of his squad.
I picked up a stack of napkins and began fanning myself with them. “Geesh.”
I grabbed a bottle of water from under the bar, hoping to douse my internal flames before I returned to serving my customers.
“Talk about hot!” Stephanie said behind me. I turned to see her biting her finger as she longingly looked over at the men who’d just departed from the bar.
“If you like that sort of thing,” I shrugged.
“Oh please. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t leave this bar right now to go home with one of them. Especially, Harvard. I’ve seen the way you look at him. And how he looks at you.” She wagged her finger at me, shaking her shoulders seductively, her blond locks flowing around her shoulders.
“The man barely talks.”
“Even better! The strong, silent type.”
“Get outta here. There’s nothing there. Plus, I’m trying to see where things go with Marshall.”
“Boring,” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “You’ve been on what three dates with Marshall? That’s not enough time to see where things are going?”
“Some of us like the slow build. You know, creating a solid foundation. Not everything’s passion and hot sex.”
“If you say so.”