Warner has been part of the crew at Hillwood longer than anyone
else. He began there as a rookie way back and now, twenty years later, he’s still there. His temperament has never allowed him to climb the ranks. He’s often surly, difficult, and very set in his ways.
However every crew member at Hillwood respects him as a reliable, skilled, and brave fire fighter. He’s the guy everyone wants alongside them when they enter a burning building. He’s generous with passing on his experience to new recruits, and keeps his eyes on everyone when there’s a call-out, making
sure they’re safe.
His wife left him when his son, Troy, was just a teenager. It was
hard raising him on his own. Troy was always in trouble at school, and ended up with the wrong crowd. Warner eventually coaxed his son to enter the Fire Fighter Academy, hoping it would get him back on the straight and narrow. His disappointment was immense when Troy was kicked out of the academy for using drugs.
Warner had no friends to talk to about his son. He’s still bitter
that his wife left him for another guy. One who worked less hours, she’d said. One who didn’t put his job above her or Troy.
And now even the Fire Service seems to be against him. A woman!
Huh! There’s no way in hell he’s gonna work alongside some bit of a girl! They shoulda never let women be fire fighters! It’s a man’s
ALL FIRED UP - OUT ON NOVEMBER 1st
After topping the class at the Fire Fighting Academy, Cindy
embarks on her career, entering Hillwood Fire Station as their first female rookie. She has every reason to believe she’s going to succeed. She’s confident, fit, fulfilling her dream of becoming a fire fighter, and is determined to show that she is as good as any male fire fighter.
But there’s no getting around the fact she’s a rookie, fresh out
of the academy. She knows she lacks experience, but is keen to learn from her colleagues. She doesn’t expect any preferential treatment because she’s a ‘girl’, nor does she mind getting in and doing the dirty work. Her appearance isn’t a priority, but gaining skills and experience is. She works hard to soak up all she can about being a fire fighter in a busy Station.
But she’s always had a ‘thing’ about male fire fighters, especially ones who work out and are fit. When she realises that the gorgeous, hunky, and sexy fireman calendar pinup guy is
none other than her new boss, Captain Dave Johnson, she knows she'll have to be on her guard. Her attraction for hot firemen runs deep. She'll have to try very hard not to let her private life interfere with her new career.
ALL FIRED UP
out on November 1st
from Etopia Press
Captain Dave Johnson is the hero in my soon-to-be
released erotic romance novella, called All Fired Up.
Dave runs a tight ship at Hillwood Fire Station. He’s
well respected for his leadership style, and how he gets in and works as hard as his team members during emergencies. Although Dave doesn’t enjoy the paperwork side of his job, he gets in and does it by the book.
His crew admire him, both as a boss and as a fellow fire
fighter. They like how he knows when to be a relaxed co-worker, and when to be the authoritative Captain. He expects the best from his team, and gets it.
When he first meets Cindy – his first female recruit – he
lets her know straight up that there won’t be any special treatment for her just because she’s a girl.
But it’s not long before he becomes fascinated with his new rookie.
Despite his efforts to resist her charms, Cindy unwittingly captures his attention. He likes her strength of character and determination. She has a great attitude to her work, and he admires that. Add to
that, she’s gorgeous. Even in her protective fire gear, hair wet with sweat, and black streaks across her face, she’s gorgeous.
Being a red-blooded man, he’s soon entertaining thoughts of getting to know his new rookie much, much better.
All Fired Up - Out on November 1st
I am very humbled to tell you I’ve been honoured with an award. Yes, today I
received the One Lovely Blog Award
from Milady Fury over at http://furiousunravelings.wordpress.com/
By accepting this esteemed award, it seems I agree to
some rules. Now girls, we all know how fond of rules dear Lady Fury is, so I dare not contravene them. This is what I must do: I must link back to the site of the person who gave me the award and then tell seven facts about myself. Now, that doesn’t seem so bad does it? So, with a grateful heart, Milady Fury, here goes:
Firstly seven facts about myself: (this should be interesting)
1. I live on an island.
2. I love the wind in my hair, and the salt spray in my face as I race along the ocean blue in my 18 foot Hobie Cat.
3. I have two cats who are my babies.
4. My middle name is not Dee - that’s short for Deeeelilah.
5. My last name Houston is, apparently, Scottish. I believe some forebear was a Scottish Laird.
6. I don’t drink alcohol.
7. Myown real-life hero is better than all my fictional ones – if you know what I mean.
So, now for nominating several buggers, oops – sorry, bloggers who I think do outstanding posts. Gosh, there are so many good ones. Who shall I choose?
1. Antonia van Zandt http://antoniavanzandt.blogspot.com.au/
2. Kendall Talbot http://www.kendalltalbot.com.au/blog.html
3. Tania Joyce http://taniajoyce.com/index.php/blog
4. Christine Elaine Black http://christineelaineblack.blogspot.co.uk/
5. EE Carter http://eecarter.com/index.php/blog/
6. Susan Arden http://taylormadefiction.blogspot.com.au/
7. Renea Mason http://reneamason.com/blog/
There, congratulations to each one of you. Now, hop it and do your bit.
Ha! Bet that caught your attention!
But hold onto your hats, girls, because I doubt that the part of the male anatomy that you’re thinking about, is the one I’m writing about here today. But, read on anyway, as I think you’ll still like it.
As a writer of erotic romance, I have the absolute pleasure of
writing about, thinking about, inspecting photos of, and – yes – fantasizing about, the male anatomy. It’s my job, you see. Sigh, yes, someone’s got to do it.
So, I started thinking about what bits of the male body are my
favourite. Images immediately spring to mind of my VERY fave bit, or bits. I’m obsessed with them. Can’t get enough of looking at them – for research purposes only, of course. Ahem.
Despite my obsession, can you believe that, in my
ignorance, I didn’t know what they are called until I googled them. My favourite part of the male body is the Adonis Belt.
What, you may well ask, is the Adonis belt? Well, for years I’ve
tried to find the perfect way to describe those V section muscles that stretch from the top of a male’s hips down to, um, where they seem to be pointing and saying, “Here I am! Look at me!”
The anatomical name is iliac furrow, and apparently doesn’t appear in modern-day academic tomes such as Gray’s Anatomy, but is still often encountered when studying art history. The Adonis belt is known by many other names, it seems. One is Apollo’s Belt, but
given that Apollo was a Greek sun god, I prefer the linking of those beautiful strips to the god of desire and beauty – Adonis.
Whilst the current popularity of body building has spawned a
whole set of obsessive terms of reference under what they call the ‘Adonis Complex’, some of the other names given to those ‘lurve handles’ are related to Greek mythology also, but I fail to find the term ‘athlete’s girdle’ very romantic, nor do I think Poseidon's Fanny-pack, Aphrodite's Saddle, or Hercules’s Girdle, adequately describe what most women find one of the most irresistible parts of the male body. The above nick-names sound, to me, like boys locker-room talk.
So, who was Adonis? Well, the story is complicated, but I’ll try and paint it here in a nutshell. Aphrodite, (the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation), was wounded by an arrow shot by Eros, (the Greek god of love). Somehow, she spotted the beautiful Adonis and fell in love with him. But apparently he was only a baby, so she entrusted him to Persephone, the Queen of
the underworld. So, then Persephone also fell in love with Adonis’s exquisite beauty, and refused to give him back to Aphrodite. So, the child custodian laws kicked in by way of Calliope who, on behalf of Zeus, decreed that Adonis was to spend one-third of every year with each of Aphrodite and Persephone, and the
last third where ever he chose. Being the lovely boy he was, he chose to spend two-thirds with Aphrodite. How sad it must have been when beautiful Adonis was killed, under mysterious circumstances, by a wild boar, and died in Aphrodite’s arms.
So, Adonis, the mortal god of beauty, and the archetype for any handsome youth, lives on in the minds of women everywhere, and also in the pages of books written by erotic romance writers. What a wonderful legacy. So next time you’re ogling those V shapes, reach out and touch them, stroke them even, and think of