MCBRIDE'S MAYHEM




Wednesday, April 10, 2019

“I do, you know,” #MFRWhooks


Dangerous Heat by Sloan McBride 

Available in Audiobook, eBook, and Print


Blurb: 

The onset of fire season should be the hottest thing about interviewing smokejumpers for Whitney Storm—until she sees Tom MacKenzie. The firefighter set her heart aflame ten years ago, then disappeared. As an emapth who doesn’t need emotional turmoil, this six-foot tall dark and dangerous memory has no place in her life.

As a smokejumper, Tom’s job keeps him face to face with danger and he thought he knew how to handle heat. But the uncontrolled burn whenever he’s near Whitney is hotter than he remembers. He’s ready to face the past and make amends. She’s made it clear she wants nothing to do with him.

A life-threatening problem flares when a killer’s greedy obsession threatens everything. Can Tom and Whitney learn to trust each other again and protect all that they hold dear, or will their world turn to ashes around them?

Excerpt: 

Scanning the room, she took comfort in familiar things until her gaze rested on the old trunk beneath the window. The trunk held treasures and memories. She walked over, flipped the latch, and lifted the lid, knowing that it would do no good to dredge up the past, but not being able to stop. Hinges creaked, and dust flew into the air, making her sneeze. Whitney retrieved a small rectangular wooden box. The night of her college graduation came to life.
Twilight fast approached. Crickets chirped, and the sound of ripples in the water said fish were jumping to greet the moonlight. He gently tugged and guided her through the woods at Waldo Lake, until they came to a small clearing. He wasted no time scalding her with a kiss.
He presented her with a neatly wrapped box. “You did it.”
The purple bow set off the lavender color of the paper, and she could tell he’d taken his time wrapping it. She carefully removed the puffy bow, in her favorite color, and painstakingly sliced each piece of tape with her fingernail, savoring every second.
When the paper fell away, her breath caught. With great care, she moved her hand lovingly across the smooth texture of the wooden box. It must have taken him hours of shaping and sanding to create the exquisite piece she held. Initials were carved into the lid: TM and WS with a small heart in between. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
“I do, you know,” he whispered and captured her lips again.
Photographs fell from the open box and floated to the floor. The melancholy memories brought a reluctant smile to Whitney’s face.
A small folded piece of yellowed paper lay against the blue velvet, taunting her. She couldn’t bear to read it again, but she didn’t have to. She knew exactly how many words were there and knew them all by heart.

My darling Whitney, when you read this note I’ll be gone. I don’t have to tell you things haven’t been right since the fire. I’m messed up, which is not good for either of us. It would be unfair to tie you down when you’re at the beginning of a promising life. You deserve better than that. I will always love you. 


2 comments:

  1. You've evoked a feeling of sadness and the box of photos is filled with memories.

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  2. Man, he sure laid a heavy load on her.

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