Ashes by Gail Haris (The Everyday Heroes World)
Gail Haris’ ASHES is a hot, emotional standalone contemporary romance written in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes Worlds project. Featuring Collins from Combust.
All that remains are ashes…
Fighting fires is in his blood. It’s more than a job—it’s part of who Carter Collins is. Everything was going according to plan until one fateful night. With only his brothers at the Sunnyville Fire Department and his grandmother to answer to, Collins is content with life the way it is. His heart of ash isn’t capable of being in a relationship—but then she comes along.
Natalia Vasquez took a position at the Sunnyville Hospital to leave her old life behind with hopes to escape the permanent ache in her chest. When a fire destroys her apartment, a strikingly handsome firefighter comes to her rescue.
With no choice but to move again, Natalia isn’t thrilled to find that the heroic ass is her new neighbor.
Will the tension burning between them be enough to rekindle the ashes that smolder inside of them?
Excerpt Ashes by Gail Haris
Oh, God no! Poor Carter. No wonder he doesn’t want any close connections or relationships.
“I can’t believe you hadn’t heard yet. I figured it was part of the Sunnyville orientation. Most women as soon as they spot him run straight for him, and then they learn quick.”
I can’t help but laugh. “No. The first time I met him was here in the hospital, he wouldn’t even look at me. Then he saved me from my apartment fire. I was naked.”
Teagan burst out laughing. “I’m sorry. I still can’t get over that. That was horrible.”
“Yeah, you seem real shook up over my near-death experience.”
“But you’re okay!”
I roll my eyes. The call signal starts flashing for one of the rooms. “I’ll take it!” Giving her a mock frown, I groan, “That’ll give you time to recover.”
His presence gave me some much-needed comfort that I don’t think he realizes he was giving. I hope on all my bad days I have someone to drink whiskey with underneath the stars. It was nice. I bet it would be even better on a good day.
I dispose of the whiskey glass in the sink, but carry my wine bottle to the bedroom. When I open the bedroom door, I feel a light breeze. Lolly has left my window open again. Sitting the wine bottle on the nightstand, I unfasten my key chain and set it there as well. I walk over to the window, prepared to close it when I see Carter standing in his bedroom. The lights are still on, so I can easily see him moving about the room. The window is still open. He has to know it’s open, and I can see him. Did he think I wouldn’t be going to bed soon? Or did he want me to see him?