THE MEN OF FIREHOUSE SIX
Who doesn’t love a weekend giveaway?? So, this is what we are going to do, not only am I going to give away some Firehouse e-books, Erin O’Quinn is going to give away an e-copy of her amazing novella, Cowboys & Kilts! To be entered to win a Firehouse Six book or Cowboys & Kilts you must comment with the name of the book you want (you can name multiple Firehouse Six books if you don’t have them all), and then tell me what you love about Firefighters. I want to know what draws you to read about these sexy heroes, besides the obvious. :) Also remember to leave your email address! I will choose a winner by end of day tomorrow…so get your move on!!! ~Below I’ve posted a sexy excerpt from the most recent Firehouse Six book, Driven by Fire!
The oven door banged shut, and his gaze shot to Deacon, who turned with a bright smile on his face. “In fifteen minutes I will dazzle your taste buds. I’ve never been happier someone had powdered sugar. A Dutch baby would never be the same without it. Syrup does not do it justice.”
“You’re making me a kind of pancake covered in powdered sugar? What’s wrong with butter and syrup?”
“Don’t sound like that,” Deacon exclaimed, his eyes wide and mesmerizing in their different shades. “It’s amazing.”
“If I can trust you sleeping in a room next to mine, I guess I can trust your food-making abilities.”
“That’s the spirit. I think.” Deacon clutched a bag of powdered sugar to his chest. “Speaking of food. The guys are having a community chili cook-off this weekend, and we’ve been invited.”
“Oh?” Taber’s jaw clenched. He hadn’t been to a social gathering since the fire. There was a piece of him that jumped at the chance to see his friends and another that dreaded the looks of sympathy that would inevitably be cast his way.
“I think it would be fun. I know your mom and sister are going.” Deacon tugged at the plastic, which stretched but refused to tear.
“Is that your way of saying I have no choice?” His family went to all the Firehouse Six functions to support the department. But the way Deacon’s eyes pleaded with him over the bag he was currently trying to rip open with his teeth broke apart Taber’s defenses.
“Fine, but I don’t want to stay too long.” The words came out petulant, but he could only talk about his injury for so long before he wanted to scream. I’m more than my legs, damn it.
“Yippee. Simon is going to be so—” The bag gave way and tore completely in half. Sugar flew everywhere but mostly managed to cover Deacon, who took the brunt of the explosion. “Holy shit.”
Taber burst into laughter before he could help himself as Deacon dropped the bag to the floor and made a futile attempt to dust the powder from his chest, but the fine layer stuck, stubborn.
“You’re not helping,” Deacon growled, throwing his arms wide to illustrate his predicament. “You could at least not laugh like a maniac.”
Taber attempted to temper his humor but couldn’t stop the wide grin that took up residence on his face.
“I thought I needed sun before,” Deacon muttered.
“Do you shake off over the pancake?” Taber teased, unable to help himself. For the first time in months, he felt…normal. “Is this part of the recipe?”
Deacon assessed him through a narrow gaze. “You…” He gave him one more glare before whirling to check on the Dutch baby. When he shifted to face Taber, a light sprinkling of sugar fluttered to the floor. Deacon’s lips twitched before a smile replaced his frown.
“It’s a little funny.” Deacon pointed a finger at him. “Not as funny as you’re making it out to be, but still.” He made a footprint in the layer that covered the floor. “What do you think the five-second rule is for powdered sugar? It’s fluffy.”
As if considering it seriously, he brought his hand to his mouth and traced his tongue along the tip of his finger. All the humor fled from Taber’s body as quickly as it’d come.
Deacon sucked on the tip and farther down, as if he sought every bit of the sweet substance. Taber drew in a loud breath when his body responded to the vivid image of Deacon using that wicked mouth on him.
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