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Saturday Snippet: Those Smokin’ Hot Firemen!
Saturday, June 29th, 2013

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After not having a release out for a while to having 5 out in the space of a month… Crazy days, huh? I hope you’ve all got your copies of Lost Souls, and that you’re devouring it, and finding that one particular scene… I would love to hear what you thought about THAT!

In the meantime, this one’s not scheduled to release until mid-July, but Amazon informed me that it’s shipping on the 3rd! So I thought I’d better give you a little advanced warning! This one’s hot! Smokin’ Hot! And I’ve got a teeny excerpt here to prove it!  :mrgreen:

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Smokin' Hot Firemen

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…

I held my iPhone in front of me as far as my arm could reach and took a picture. Then I quickly sent it to my Facebook page. Yes! I don’t know how Syl managed to talk me into it, but I’m at HardCox!!! Happy Birthday, me!

I posted the photo, then slipped my phone back into my purse, which I’d placed beneath the small round table where Sylvia, Heather, and I sat next to the raised stage.

“You took a picture of yourself?” Sylvia giggled and held out her hand. “Give me that phone!”

“No way, you’ll just post pictures of the dancers’ asses.”

“And their hoses!”

My eyes bugged. “My mama would be horrified!”

I was already beyond mortified at being here—a male strip club, of all places. Syl didn’t have to add kerosene to the fire burning in my cheeks. But she’d had me at one name, “Johnny Blaze.”

So I had a thing for fire fighters. Or at least one in particular who didn’t even know I existed. The picture on the sandwich board outside the club—of a fireman wearing suspenders attached to the hose covering his privates—had been the deciding factor after I’d dug my heels into the concrete sidewalk. His body reminded me of my secret crush.

Syl knew all about my private addiction. She’d pointed to the board, then while my jaw slackened, whipped me through the entrance.

Now, she laughed and lifted her Mai Tai, eyes shining with devilment. “See anyone you’d like to take home?”

I eyed the dancer currently on the stage now—Davey Crockett—who wore a coonskin hat and a striped, bushy tail covering his parts while he did the helicopter much to the delight of the audience whooping and hollering all around us.

“Nope,” I said tightlipped. My own gaze followed that twirling tail, hypnotized. It have been forever since I’d seen a cock. To see one with a bushy tail was just bizarre.

I raised my voice to be heard over the loud rock music, “How long do we have to stay?”

Syl shook her head and raised a finger in the air to hail a beer-bitch with a tray of Jell-O shots. A blue cup landed on the table in front of me. Rather than fight Syl, I raised the drink and threw it back, gagging a little before gulping it down.

Alcohol never sat right with me. It made me hot. Something I didn’t need because my cheeks were already a fiery beet-red. Alcohol, added to the tanned, waxed, buff bodies gyrating so close that splatters of sweat already spotted my blouse, left me feeling completely out of my element. The only reason I was still sitting here was because I had to see “Johnny Blaze”, not that any stripper would match up to the man of my fantasies.

Davey Crockett raised his arms over his head and did a flip, landing near the edge of the stage, his beaver tail slapping his belly then his thighs.

I couldn’t help where my gaze landed because I wondered how much was furry sock and how much was his pleasure stick. Lord, the man was probably gay, anyway. I slid the napkin from under my drink and flapped it at my face.

The music stopped. A handsome man dressed in dark slacks and a black leather vest walked to the center of the stage. “Evening, ladies,” he said into the microphone he held.

The crowd shouted back, “Evening, Jason.”

The women knew the announcer by name? Good lord, they needed to get a life.

Then, “We have a birthday girl in the audience…” snagged my attention. The audience erupted in laughter and catcalls.

My eyes rounded. I shot a look at Syl. “Nooo….”

Syl smiled slyly back. “You’re only twenty-five once, cupcake.”

Two nearly nude men swished through the curtain at the back of the stage, one a bald dude wearing a biker’s bandana and leather chaps. The other a black man with a chest a bodybuilder would cry over.

Jason scanned the audience. “Where can she be?”

Syl and Heather bounced in their seats, arms flying, hands pointing toward me.

I hunched low, wondering if I could crawl beneath the table, because the two burly men were coming straight for me.

“Syl, I’m going to kill you,” I hissed.

Her smile was so broad I didn’t know how her face didn’t split in half. “You are going to thank me, baby girl. Just you wait.”

When both men flanked me, I stubbornly kept my gaze lowered, pretending I didn’t see them. But the black guy gripped my elbow and gently brought me to my feet. Then they both formed a chair with their arms and pushed the “seat” beneath me, nudging me hard enough my knees collapsed. As they swept me up, I gripped their arms, sure they’d drop me as they climbed the stairs to the stage.

I’m not a little girl. At five-foot-eight and nearing a hundred eighty pounds, I gave them a work out. Not that they seemed to strain. A chair had been brought to the center of the stage. They stood me in front of it. The biker pressed me into it with a hand on my shoulder.

Knowing I was going to have to go with it or look like a complete coward, I flopped into the chair and folded my arms across my chest.

Jason produced two large white squares and raised them over his head. The crowd began to chant. “Hoo-hoo-hoo!”

Not until he handed them to the biker and both men went on their knees did I understand. “Uh…why do I need knee pads?”

The biker flashed a brilliant smile. “To save your pretty knees, sweetheart.”

My eyebrows crept up. I wanted to ask, but I suspected his answer would send me dashing off the stage.

Biker boy slipped off my pump and smoothed a pad up my calf, fitting it to my knee. His buddy did the same, thankfully not at the same time or I’d have wound up flashing my crotch.

I was having serious misgivings about my outfit now—a shortish black skirt, that had seemed flirty but demure, and black short-sleeved button-down blouse. With the large silver hoops and thick silver cuff, I’d looked cute but casual, or so Syl had said when she’d scoured my closet for just the right outfit. Since our destination had been a secret up until we pulled into parking lot, I hadn’t given her choice of wardrobe another thought.

Now I wished I’d worn jeans, something to cover the length of white leg the men were still fondling. Biker dude stood, lifted me to my feet with a firm hand at my elbow, then marched me to the edge of the stage.

With Syl and Heather grinning like idiots, I knew he wasn’t just sending me to my chair. Behind me the curtain whooshed again. The crowd drove to their feet, whistles and shouts rising so loud I wanted to cover my ears. I didn’t dare look behind me.

“John-nee! John-nee! John-nee!”

My heart stuttered then burst into a wild tattoo. Heat burned my cheeks, but also began to pool between my legs. Funny how a little thing like a man with a hose can turn a girl’s insides all weepy.

Biker dude gripped my shoulders and forced me to turn.

Johnny Blaze stood, framed by the curtain, his fireman’s hat tipped low in front, the stage lights gleaming on the top and shadowing his features. His tanned chest and ripped abs were bare except for red suspenders—thankfully attached to yellow turnout pants. His large feet were encased by black boots. He raised a finger and curled it—twice.

I shook my head, glancing behind me to find the stairs, but gentle pressure on my shoulders forced me to my knees.

“Gotta crawl, Bridget,” biker dude drawled. “All the way on your knees.”

He knew my name? Kneeling, I cut him a quick glance. “I’m in a skirt.”

His smile gleamed white against his darkly tanned face. “I know. Sweet how that worked out.”

And because I knew I’d been set up, and that I couldn’t back away from the challenge now, I bent, pulled my skirt down in the back to cover my ass, and started to crawl on hands and knees toward the fireman who stood stock still, his hands fisted on his hips.

Lord, he looked so much like my inappropriate crush that what had been a trickle became a warm gush against my panties. I imagined it was him, that he had me in my bedroom, crawling toward him and his lovely baggy pants. The things I’d do…

Only the closer I drew, the deeper my suspicions grew.

His chest rose and fell too quickly—not something I’d expect from a guy who hadn’t yet danced his way around the stage. His expression was hidden, but the angle of his jaw, so rigid, so still, reminded me of the new fireman I’d been lusting after for weeks.

The reception desk at the library faced the front door, which had wide glass panels looking onto the main street and the fire station on the other side. I’d spent weeks leaning on an elbow and sighing over the new guy, the one Syl said was single, and not a player. She’d been trying to hook me up for weeks, inviting me to drop by with cookies for the men—something I’d done in the past, but which I’d refrained from doing since his arrival because I didn’t want to seem too eager or desperate.

Besides, what would someone who looked like that want with me?

I kept crawling, but suddenly, two thick thighs gripped my waist. Biker dude straddled my waist, but kept his weight from me. With one hand gripping my shoulder, he gave my ass a slap. “Don’t stop now,” he said loudly, slapping me lightly as I crawled faster, his body hopping to keep pace with me. The problem was, his thighs dragged at my skirt, and soon I felt cool air brushing against my bottom. I tried to reach back, but he was in the way. “My skirt!”

“Don’t worry about it, sugar! Gotta have those birthday spanks.”

My face got hotter; I started to sweat. I crawled, tugging his thighs along with me until I was three feet from Johnny Blaze, who had yet to move.

Biker dude stepped away. I pulled my skirt back over my ass, one cheek burning. A chair appeared beside me. Johnny moved, sat with his legs spread, and patted his muscled thigh.

The gesture was deliberate. I shook my head and glanced up again, seeing his face for the first time. My jaw dropped.

With a flourish, he tossed his hat away, grabbed my upper arm, and hauled me over his lap, face down.

Pushing up, I tried to lean away, but he stuck his elbow in my back, and I collapsed, the undersides of my breasts riding the side of one huge thigh. “What are doing here?” I whispered harshly.

“Giving you your birthday present?” he drawled.

“Did Syl put you up to this?”

“Syl knows some things about me. Said you’d be into this. Are you?”

I craned my head around to look him in the eyes.

His dark brown gaze was narrowed.

“Not the way I saw our first date,” I muttered, my voice going all breathy because I couldn’t seem to catch it.

“I can’t think of a better way to get to know you…” He flipped up my skirt.

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Felicity Heaton
Jody Wallace

17 comments to “Saturday Snippet: Those Smokin’ Hot Firemen!”

  1. Teresa Hughes
    · June 29th, 2013 at 8:14 am · Link

    Loved the excert. Thanks for sharing:)

  2. z
    · June 29th, 2013 at 8:24 am · Link

    Dang Makes me wish we had a fire department.

  3. Toni Whitmire
    · June 29th, 2013 at 9:24 am · Link

    I need to cool of from the excerpt it was too HOT!!!

  4. Rita Wray
    · June 29th, 2013 at 12:22 pm · Link

    Great excerpt, thank you. I love books with firemen.

  5. ronnie cornett
    · June 29th, 2013 at 1:14 pm · Link

    Love the hot excerpt! 😉

  6. flchen1
    · June 29th, 2013 at 1:31 pm · Link

    Awesome snippet, Delilah! Thanks for making this hot weekend even HOTTER!

  7. Christine Houser
    · June 29th, 2013 at 3:16 pm · Link

    I wish to be on my knees now that I have read this. That is some awesome stuff you shared. I cant wait to get my hands on this. Thank you 😆

  8. Ingrid Naud
    · June 29th, 2013 at 3:33 pm · Link

    Thanks for the excerpt, I loved it. We do have a fire department in our town, but our firemen definitely aren’t that hot

  9. Cindy O
    · June 29th, 2013 at 3:40 pm · Link

    You already know I loved Lost Souls and were cruel to put that scene in there 🙂 And whew if this dont make the ladies stand to attention to want to read – Magic Mike ain’t got nothin’ on Delilah’s own fireman-turned-exotic-dancer-for-a-night “Johnny Blaze – I dont know what will 🙂

  10. Kerry P
    · June 29th, 2013 at 4:16 pm · Link

    I need a fireman to hose me down after that snippet! 😆 I just pre-ordered! Thanks for sharing

  11. Pat Freely
    · June 29th, 2013 at 4:17 pm · Link

    Hot, Hot, Hot!!!!!!

  12. Amber
    · June 29th, 2013 at 6:23 pm · Link

    LOVE the excerpt!!!

  13. Lucy
    · June 29th, 2013 at 7:46 pm · Link

    Wow – smokin!!!
    Loved the excerpt 🙂

  14. Dena Pollard
    · June 29th, 2013 at 8:17 pm · Link

    Oh my! Can’t wait to read this! Of course, I’m a little biased toward books like this because I have my own fireman at home that I think is smoking hot!!! 😀

  15. sharon chalk
    · June 30th, 2013 at 12:17 am · Link

    whoa all the snippets were good but I want me some Johnny Blaze,I was rescued by fireman this last summer and except that I was in pain,I swear my mouth and chin were hitting my chest,these guys were not only hot,they were nice and joked the whole time with me till the ambulance arrived,Ive been trying to work my courage up now that Ive recovered to go up and say thanks and take a cake or some cookies,maybe the Johnny Blaze that I talked to the most will be single and Ill get lucky!!!!

  16. Tricia
    · June 30th, 2013 at 1:41 pm · Link

    I can’t wait until this is released!!!! Freakin’ hot

  17. Delilah
    · July 4th, 2013 at 7:38 am · Link

    My random number generator chose a winner—Amber! Congratulations, Amber, I’ll be in touch today!

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