by Lisa B. Kamps
Releasing
March 21, 2016.
Self-Published
Self-Published
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Once Burned (Firehouse Fourteen, #1) . . .
Sexy, Steamy, Smoldering . . .this firefighter has more going on the muscles and a toned body. You must read deeper to get the full effect and the backstory that broke these two lovers and brought them back together again. This is my first read from Lisa Kamps and I found more than I could have expected.
This love story was worth the read and gave me more than I was anticipating. I fell in love with Michaela and Nick. Nick has so much on his plate that needs to be scrapped away. Their reunion may be just the fork needed to get all the crust off.
Firehouse Fourteen has a follower. I look forward to what is to come next. Thank you Lisa.
**This ARC was provided via
Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
Firehouse Fourteen series:
Once Burned - Firehouse Fourteen, #1
Blurb
Michaela Donaldson had her whole life
planned out: college, music, and a happy-ever-after with her first true love.
One reckless night changed all that, setting Michaela on a new path. Gone are
her dreams of pursuing music in college, replaced by what she thinks is a more
rewarding life. She's a firefighter now, getting down and dirty while doing her
job. So what if she's a little rough around the edges, a little too careless, a
little too detached? She's happy, living life on her own terms--until Nicky
Lansing shows back up.
Nick Lansing was the stereotypical leather-clad bad boy, needing nothing but his fast car, his guitar, his never-ending partying, and his long-time girlfriend--until one bad decision changed the course of two lives forever. He's on the straight-and-narrow now, living life as a respected teacher and doing his best to be a positive role model. Yes, he still has his music. But gone are his days of partying. And gone is the one girl who always held his heart. Or is she?
One freak accident brings these two opposites back together. Is ten years long enough to heal the physical and emotional wounds from the past? Can they reconcile who they were with who they've become--or will it be a case of Once Burned is enough?
Nick Lansing was the stereotypical leather-clad bad boy, needing nothing but his fast car, his guitar, his never-ending partying, and his long-time girlfriend--until one bad decision changed the course of two lives forever. He's on the straight-and-narrow now, living life as a respected teacher and doing his best to be a positive role model. Yes, he still has his music. But gone are his days of partying. And gone is the one girl who always held his heart. Or is she?
One freak accident brings these two opposites back together. Is ten years long enough to heal the physical and emotional wounds from the past? Can they reconcile who they were with who they've become--or will it be a case of Once Burned is enough?
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"Oh
shit," Mike repeated under her breath, too horrified to do anything more
than force herself to breathe. Not an easy task, considering she was literally
frozen to the spot. The air was thick with heated tension and the buzzing in
her ears made it impossible for her to hear anything. She willed herself to
move, to do something.
Shit, it's
Nicky. Shit, it's Nicky. The phrase kept spinning through her mind until she
thought she'd be sick with the dizziness of it. Her chest heaved, like she was
breathing water instead of air, and her pulse beat in a crazy tap dancer's
rhythm.
Did anyone
else notice the sudden change in the room? Mike looked away from that face from
her past and quickly glanced around. Four sets of eyes fixed on her with
varying degrees of bewilderment. She could still feel his eyes on her, too,
filled with stunned disbelief.
Feeling like
she was trapped in a nightmare where everything moved with the speed of
molasses, Mike pushed away from the counter and walked across the room,
straight past the frozen figure of Nicky Lansing and through the swinging door.
She turned a corner and rushed through a second door that opened into the
engine room, not stopping until she reached the engine on the far side, where
she promptly collapsed on the back step.
Heedless of
the dirt and grime, she let her head drop against the back compartment door,
ignoring the length of hose line in her way. Her breathing came in shallow
gasps that did nothing to help the lightheadedness that caused black dots to
dance across her closed lids.
Hyperventilating.
She was hyperventilating. The calm, rational part of her—she was surprised she
still had one—told her to lean forward, to get a grip on herself and her
breathing. Now bent over, sitting with her head between her knees, Mike grabbed
the running board with both hands and concentrated on the feel of the diamond
plate cutting into her palms.
The spots
faded away and her breathing slowed to something closer to normal. One last
deep breath and she straightened, only to choke on a scream when she came
face-to-face with Jay, his brows lowered in a frown as he studied her with
concern.
"Jesus!
Don't scare me like that!" She pushed him away then stood, only to sit
back down when she realized how bad her knees were shaking.
"Scare
you? What is wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"I'm
fine. I couldn't be better! Don't I look fine?"
"You
look like you're ready to pass out. What the hell is going on? Do you know that
guy? He looks like he's seen a ghost!"
"He
probably thinks he has." Mike moved over and motioned for Jay to sit down,
ignoring his scrutiny as he twisted sideways and continued staring at her.
"Are you
going to explain that?"
"No."
She ran her hands through her hair, muttering when she pulled a thick hank of
it loose from the pony tail. Sighing, she reached back and pulled the elastic
band loose, then quickly rearranged her hair into a more secure hold. Jay
watched her intently then nudged her leg with his when she continued to ignore
him.
"Well?"
"Well
nothing. He's just somebody I used to know, that's all."
Jay snorted.
"Bull."
"Okay,
fine," she conceded grudgingly. "He's also somebody I never wanted to
see again." Mike reached down and gingerly touched her right side, trying
not to remember but unable to forget. If Jay noticed the motion, he didn't say
anything.
They sat in
silence, the familiar background noises of the station virtually unnoticed. A
few minutes went by before Jay spoke again. "You sure you don't want to
talk about it?"
Mike shook
her head, ready to make a sarcastic reply when the sound of footsteps echoed
through the engine room. The steps paused, then changed directions and hesitantly
walked around the side of the engine. Mike knew without looking who it was: the
steps were those of a stranger, someone who didn't know his way around.
Nicky stopped
at the back of the engine, not saying anything as Jay slowly stood and
positioned himself slightly in front of Mike, shielding her. She touched his
arm briefly, in a gesture both of thanks and of reassurance that she was
alright. Jay looked back at her, one brow cocked in question, then reluctantly
walked away at her nod. Mike didn't see where he went but knew that he would be
close by in case he was needed.
She stood
slightly, leaning against the running board, then crossed her arms in front of
her, covering the jagged scar that ran along her left forearm. The stance was
as close to aloof and detached as she could manage considering her insides were
making a milkshake of her early dinner. Too late, she remembered the sunglasses
hanging around her neck and wished she would have thought to put them on to
hide any emotion in her eyes.
With an effort
that took more strength than she wanted to admit, she let her eyes slowly,
coolly rake the man in front of her from top to bottom.
Dammit. The
Nicky Lansing from her past had been ruggedly handsome with dark looks and
boyish charm; this Nick Lansing was dangerously gorgeous. A little taller than
she remembered, he stood just over six feet, and was definitely broader through
the shoulders and chest. The boy she remembered had finally filled out, to all
the best advantages.
The long hair
of his past was gone, cut to a length that brushed just past the collar of the
light blue shirt he wore. Still too long to be squeaky clean, but short enough
by today's standards to be rated as acceptable. His eyes were the same, though.
A dark chocolate brown framed in long lashes, they invited a person to swim in
their depths and lose their soul without a second thought.
She would
know, since she had done just that.
Author Info
Lisa B.
Kamps is the
author of the best-selling series The Baltimore Banners, featuring
"hard-hitting, heart-melting hockey players" (USA Today), on and off
the ice. ONCE BURNED is the launch title of her much-anticipated new series,
Firehouse Fourteen, featuring hot and heroic firefighters.
Lisa grew up with an overactive imagination, strong encouragement from her parents, and an insatiable infatuation with the Peanuts gang. That infatuation—along with an impatience she has yet to outgrow—jump-started her love of writing. After all, why should she be forced to wait a whole week to read the stories of her favorite characters when she could create stories for them whenever she wanted?
That love of writing continued to grow, along with all those voices in her head, even during her assorted careers: first as a firefighter with the Baltimore County Fire Department, then a very brief (and not very successful) stint at bartending in east Baltimore, and finally as the Director of Retail Operations for a busy Civil War non-profit.
Lisa currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons, one very spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle, and entirely too many chickens to count.
Lisa grew up with an overactive imagination, strong encouragement from her parents, and an insatiable infatuation with the Peanuts gang. That infatuation—along with an impatience she has yet to outgrow—jump-started her love of writing. After all, why should she be forced to wait a whole week to read the stories of her favorite characters when she could create stories for them whenever she wanted?
That love of writing continued to grow, along with all those voices in her head, even during her assorted careers: first as a firefighter with the Baltimore County Fire Department, then a very brief (and not very successful) stint at bartending in east Baltimore, and finally as the Director of Retail Operations for a busy Civil War non-profit.
Lisa currently lives in Maryland with her husband and two sons, one very spoiled Border Collie, two cats with major attitude, several head of cattle, and entirely too many chickens to count.
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