Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Distance Between Them #MFRWhooks

Dangerous Heat: Men of Fire Trilogy, Book 1 

by Sloan McBride 

The onset of fire season should be the hottest thing about interviewing smoke jumpers for Whitney Storm - until she sees Tom MacKenzie. He set her heart aflame 10 years ago, then disappeared. As an empath who doesn't need emotional turmoil, this six-foot-tall dark and dangerous memory has no place in her life.

As a smoke jumper, 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? 


In a gruff voice he said, “Are you going home? I would be happy to escort you.”

Another wave of unease assaulted her going straight to her stomach. She managed a small smile and shook her head. “Actually, I’m going to stick around and eat. I’m starving.”

“I’ll walk you that way then.” He stayed close while she got a plate of food and her beer. A rowdy group of teenagers caught his attention so Bell excused himself to handle it, throwing his beer can in the trash as he went by.

Whitney was hopelessly attempting to wipe the last of the sticky barbeque sauce off her fingers with a thin paper napkin when bright-eyed, liquored-up Terry Smith ambled over in a weaving pattern.

Terry had been the all-around home town football hero in high school. His sandy blond hair, brilliant white smile, and well-toned body had looked awesome in those tight football pants. They’d dated for a short while, but it hadn’t lasted.

Now, his once gorgeous hair had thinned, his athletic body had grown saggy, and he sported a beer belly. The word around town was his wife had filed for divorce.

“What about it, Whitney, you ready for a dance?” He sidled up close. “I’ll ask the band to make it a slow one.”

Don’t light a match around him.

She pressed a hand to his chest and gently pushed to put distance between them. The festival brought out the partiers, and it smelled as though he’d been at it for a while. He grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the make-shift dance floor so quickly she didn’t have time to say no.