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Series: Black & Blue Series #2
Release Date: November 12, 2018

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He's used to putting out fires, not starting them.

Firefighter Blake Steele is living day-to-day, desperately trying to escape the guilt of his haunted past. He doesn’t deserve love after what he did, but when the gorgeous Mary Franks moves in next-door, the conflict between what Steele believes in his head and what he feels in his heart just adds fuel to the fire.

For Mary, living next door to a firefighter should be comforting, except her handsome new neighbor insists on making a nuisance of himself by helping her—with everything. And though she can't deny her attraction, love isn't something Mary has time for. She has one goal: keeping her son safe, at any cost.

When Mary's abusive ex is granted parole and fights to get his son back, she relies on Steele for support. But as Steele uncovers all of Mary's secrets, he is forced to face his own troubled past before both of their lives go up in flames…


I have to save her.

I can do it this time. I can save her.

Blake Steele’s heart hammered as his head spun. He gripped the chair in front of him, taking in his surroundings. Flames licked the walls, growing higher and higher, scorching the curtains, the drywall, even the hardwood underneath to nothing but a cloud of thick, black smoke. Over the crackling and hissing of the fire that dared to char the hair on his skin, he heard her scream. Again and again.

I have to save her. Mi Peaches.

The thought ran over and over in his mind as he charged, the smoke so dark and so dense he couldn’t see his feet in front of him. He relied on instinct, using his hands to guide him forward. Every turn, every hallway, he knew; the need for vision unimportant as his gut and heart led him to her.

“Blake!” she cried, her voice growing fainter, followed by a round of thick, hoarse coughs.

Her bedroom.

I have to save her.

He stormed straight ahead, slamming into the door, causing more black smoke to engulf the room as he shot through the entrance. She lay on the ground, a towel over her nose and mouth, her eyes bloodshot and wide, pleading for his help.

Mi Peaches.

Running to her, he wrapped her in his arms. They were going to get out. They would make it this time. With her in his arms, he flung himself toward the second story window…just as the ceiling caved in.

Why didn’t you save me?

Her words echoed in his mind as they sailed out of the window.