Firefighter Heat – Cathryn Fox
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It was just a sexy game. Then things went south...

Taylor Dayton has been holding back a secret from her best friend, firefighter Christian Bain: he's the only man who can douse the flames inside her. It's time he noticed her as more than an ice cream and movie pal. What better way to melt the blinders from his eyes than propose an irresistibly sexy grooming session?

Christian can hardly believe the woman from his erotic dreams has just issued a siren call no red-blooded male can resist. He'll give her what she wants, and when he's done with her, she'll need more than a fire hose to cool her down.

When their little game leads them to discover their secret fetishes and fantasies, they realize that this sexy seduction is no longer just a game.

This time, it's for keeps.

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"Okay, what do I have to do to get Christian to look at me like that?" Taylor Dayton asked her two friends as they all sat around The Hose, the local watering hole where the firefighters from Station 419 gathered for a nightly game of eight ball.

Megan, Taylor's friend and coworker at Chez Frontenac, the finest French restaurant in Chicago, twisted sideways and shot hunky firefighter Christian Bain a glance.

With his stance casual and his body language confident, Christian's eyes filled with lust as he perused one of the regulars who'd just sensuously sidled up to him, her body conveying without words what she wanted to do with his hose.

Megan arched a brow. "He's a real hottie, isn't he?"

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As Taylor acknowledged the flare of desire deep between her legs, she said, "Oh yeah, he's hot all right. Hot enough to set off the smoke detectors in our apartment complex." Taylor took a much-needed sip of her strawberry daiquiri hoping the cool drink would help tamp down the passion rising in her. Waving her hand in front of her face, she continued with her litany of why Christian was so damn hot. "Honestly, it's hell living next door to him sometimes."

"How so?" Megan asked.

Taylor angled her head for a better view. No two ways about it, the guy was downright scrumptious. Her gaze raced over him, taking in his roguish good looks and virility before stopping to linger at the apex between his legs. She took a brief luxurious moment to conjure up the image of those muscular legs entwined with hers. The mere thought of it had her body reacting with urgent demands.

With his seductive blue eyes, sun-kissed blond hair, and strong, athletic body, the guy was all rolled up into one perfect package designed for sex, sin and seduction.

As languorous warmth stole through her, Taylor blew out an agonized breath. "Christian's a regular carnival attraction, the neighborhood bicycle, if you will. He has women lined up a mile long, eager to take a ride on his banana seat."

Astute eyes trained on Taylor, Megan flashed a cocky grin. "Everyone but you, I take it."

Under the cotton of his blue T-shirt, his striated muscles bunched and relaxed again with each easy movement. Liquid desire moved through Taylor as she studied him, taking pleasure in his every enticing shift. She also took pleasure in the way his long capable fingers slid up and down his pool cue in a smooth, fluid motion as he chatted with Miss Hot Pants. Her mind took her on an erotic journey, imagining how those fingers would feel stroking her body in a similar fashion, one part in particular, actually. As she indulged her wayward thoughts, her body quaked with excitement. An erotic whimper bubbled in the depths of her throat.

Damn, he was yummy.

When her eyes met his, a sensuously wicked grin turned up his mouth. His smile was a little arrogant, and a whole lot sexy. Sexual longing swamped her as he fueled the flames inside her belly. Feeling suddenly feverish, she licked her dry lips. Honestly, the man oozed sex appeal like none other.

Taylor worked to compose herself. "Yeah, everyone but me," she croaked out.

"So ask him out." Megan tossed a salted peanut into her mouth. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is it's too late for that. We're in the friendship zone." She paused to do air quotes around that one word. "I'm his buddy, his pal, someone to eat chunky monkey ice cream with or watch movies with.

"Come to think of it, I haven't been attracting a whole hell of a lot of attention from any of the guys around here lately. And those few men I have ended up between the sheets with haven't bothered to call back for seconds." She glanced at her friends. "Is there something wrong with me?" Toying with her ponytail, Taylor took note of her jeans and loose-fitting blouse. At twenty-nine maybe she'd skipped right over the vivacious-vixen stage and straight into grooving granny.

"No, there's nothing wrong with you." Megan gestured with a nod toward the washrooms. "Look at that cutie over there. He's speaking to another guy right now and pointing your way. I think he's got his hose aimed in your direction, chicky."

Taylor glanced toward the long hallway housing the washrooms—a hallway that she'd come from minutes earlier—and took note of the guy looking her way. As far as cute went, that firefighter had it in spades, but he was no Christian Bain. Not by a long shot. Still, he looked like a guy who could get the job done. And tonight, after watching Christian work the pool table, she desperately needed the job done. Either that or she was about to spontaneously combust.

As Mr. Cute Guy moved across the room, toward her, she noticed Christian's body language and took in his watchful eye. Gaze riveted, he leaned against the pool table and perused the action with mute interest. His brotherly instincts were kicking into high gear, no doubt. When his blue gaze flitted across her face, it triggered a craving deep inside her—a craving she knew only he could sate.

Bending forward, Mr. Cute Guy put his mouth close to her ear, his warm breath hot on her neck. Speaking in whispered words, he said, "I think you lost something."

Oooh, a new pick-up line. How refreshing. Taylor waited to hear more, but instead of whispering sweet nothings and telling her all the naughty things he'd like to do to her later that evening, he held his hand out.

Mortified, she swallowed down the lump rising in her throat and glared at the hair net swinging from his extended fingers.

Oh hell!

"I think this fell out of your bag earlier, ma'am."

"Thanks," she blurted out. With little finesse she snatched the hair net and stuffed it into her pocket.

How. Totally. Frigging. Embarrassing.

After Mr. Cute Guy twisted around and made his way back across the room, Taylor threw her hands up in the air, knowing it was time to make some changes before she turned into one of those little old ladies with four hundred cats.

"Okay, girls, I've had it. That's the last time a hot guy my age is going to call me ma'am." She slammed her hands down on the table, her voice taking on a serious edge. "It's time for drastic measures."

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Reviews:The Romance Studio wrote:

5 Hearts from The Romance Studio

I loved this friends-to-lovers short story because it was written in a fun, quirky sense that had me smiling through most of it. The sex scenes were intense and erotic while also carrying forward that sense of fun and adventure...That made the relationship work on so many levels. I highly recommend One on One for anyone looking for a sexy fun short read to warm your body and soul!

Erotic Romance Writers wrote:

4 Stars from Erotic Romance Writers

If you've ever had a wild dream about a male "friend" then allow Cathryn Fox's ONE ON ONE to fuel your fantasy...This is a fast-paced story that effortlessly takes you on an erotic thrill ride.


Firefighter Heat Trilogy

Book Cover: Firefighter Heat Trilogy
Part of the Firefighter Heat series:

Book 1-3: FIREFIGHTER HEAT TRILOGY 

Burning up inside? Feeling that fire down below?
Call The Hot Line...

It's The Hot Line, an on-call service that dispatches totally authentic, fully equipped firemen to explore the secret fantasies of women in need. What an irresistible dare for three best friends feeling the heat...

Book 1: FEVER:

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The shrill of their special phone pulled him from his musings and helped marshal his thoughts. "I got it." Welcoming the distraction, he jumped to his feet and pushed away from the card table. Without haste, he made his way across the room.

Fuck. Maybe tonight he'd take the call. Although it had been a long time since he'd participated in The Hot Line, perhaps a soft bed and even softer woman would help take the edge off and get his mind off Sara.

When he glanced at the caller ID, his heart raced, his blood pressure soared. Jesus H. Christ. Everything in him reacted to the name displayed in the small glass window. Tension rose in him as his cock urged him to answer the phone, along with the sexual demands of his body.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

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Despite his rock hard cock screaming at him to pick up that phone and give Sara exactly what she wanted, he took a measured step back, but not far enough that he still couldn't reach it. If he wanted to. But he didn't want to. Okay, he wanted to, but he wasn't going to.

He was not going to pick it up.

No way.

No how.

Walk away, Mitch. Just walk away.

Before he could stop himself, his fingers closed over the receiver and squeezed until his knuckles turned white.

Just then Dean poked his head around the corner. Grinning like the crazy, intuitive son-of-bitch he was, he asked, "You want me to get that?"

The image of Sara with another man curdled his blood. "No," Mitch growled and ripped the phone from the cradle. He pressed it to his ear and said gruffly, "Hello."

Sara's soft sexy voice sounded on the other end. "Mitch?"

"Yeah?"

Foregoing pleasantries and getting right to the point, she said, "My kitty stopped purring. I think it needs to be resuscitated."

Sweet Mother of God! Mitch slapped his hand to his forehead and drew a steadying breath, working overtime to tamp down his roaring libido.

He failed.

Lust ripped through him like a raging forest fire, making him tremble with pent up need. He growled low in his throat, unable to tame the primal animal rising up inside him, crumbling his resolve to keep his distance. Despite knowing better, he had every intention of breathing life back into her kitty, over and over again, using every means possible, if he had to.

If she expected anything less, she'd called the wrong guy, on the wrong night.

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Reviews:Fallen Angel Reviews wrote:

5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Cathryn Fox has a winner with THE HOT LINE: three sexy stories with daring women and scorchingly sexy, firefighting men. All three novellas are fun and quick reads.

THE HOT LINE should come with a warning. The chemistry between these three couples is hotter than a three-alarm fire, so make sure to have a cold glass of water near you, or a fire extinguisher if you burst into flames! It'll have women everywhere searching their local communities for Hot Lines of their own.

Romance Readers at Heart wrote:

Top Pick from Romance Readers at Heart

Readers will want to pour themselves a tall glass of a cold drink before reading THE HOT LINE by Cathryn Fox, as it is one hot, sexy book! You will definitely need a way to cool yourself off after reading Cathryn Fox's THE HOT LINE.


Flash Fire

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Burning up inside? Feeling that fire down below?
Call The Hot Line...

It's The Hot Line, an on-call service that dispatches totally authentic, fully equipped firemen to explore the secret fantasies of women in need. What an irresistible dare for three best friends feeling the heat...

Book 3:

For sous chef Megan Wagner, a Flash Fire has the sparks to change her life—especially with someone like Brady Wade to put it out. In and out of uniform, he's driving her wild, but her fear of commitment could drive him away…

Note: All three stories have been previously published in the anthology THE HOTLINE.

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Reviews:Kwips and Kritique wrote:

5 Clovers from Kwips and Kritique
Could anything be hotter than a hunky fireman head over heels in love? Yep. How about THREE hunky firemen head over heels in love?? Cathryn Fox delivers the goods in her novel THE HOT LINE, releasing March 4, 2008. This collection of sensual romances revolving around a firehouse in Chicago is just the thing to usher in the warmer months this spring!


Siren

Book Cover: Siren

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Burning up inside? Feeling that fire down below? 

Call The Hot Line...

It's The Hot Line, an on-call service that dispatches totally authentic, fully equipped firemen to explore the secret fantasies of women in need. What an irresistible dare for three best friends feeling the heat...

Book 2:

The Siren has sounded and shy lingerie designer Jenna Powers is finally ready for a real man to tamp her desires, break through her inhibitions, and show her the naughty side of love. Enter Dean Beckman—again and again.

Note: All three stories have been previously published in the anthology THE HOTLINE.

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Reviews:Romantic Times BOOKreview wrote:

4 Stars from Romantic Times BOOKreview

THE HOT LINE is a super-sexually charged erotic romance featuring a trio of couples...Fox's use of simple language and short sentences makes her latest hot-and-heavy tales urgent and effective. As readers experience the lovemaking—both public and private—as well as the pole dancing, spanking and the lingerie fatalities, hearts will race and brows will rise.


Fever

Book Cover: Fever

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Burning up inside? Feeling that fire down below? 

Call The Hot Line...

It's The Hot Line, an on-call service that dispatches totally authentic, fully equipped firemen to explore the secret fantasies of women in need. What an irresistible dare for three best friends feeling the heat...

BOOK 1:

Reporter Sara Jack has the Fever to do a story on The Hot Line. There's no better man to help with research than Mitch Adams. The solid stud is all pro, but in Sara he's met a woman willing to fulfill one of his fantasies—if they're ready to accept what comes next.

Note: All three stories have been previously published in the anthology THE HOTLINE.

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The shrill of their special phone pulled him from his musings and helped marshal his thoughts. "I got it." Welcoming the distraction, he jumped to his feet and pushed away from the card table. Without haste, he made his way across the room.

Fuck. Maybe tonight he'd take the call. Although it had been a long time since he'd participated in The Hot Line, perhaps a soft bed and even softer woman would help take the edge off and get his mind off Sara.

When he glanced at the caller ID, his heart raced, his blood pressure soared. Jesus H. Christ. Everything in him reacted to the name displayed in the small glass window. Tension rose in him as his cock urged him to answer the phone, along with the sexual demands of his body.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

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Despite his rock hard cock screaming at him to pick up that phone and give Sara exactly what she wanted, he took a measured step back, but not far enough that he still couldn't reach it. If he wanted to. But he didn't want to. Okay, he wanted to, but he wasn't going to.

He was not going to pick it up.

No way.

No how.

Walk away, Mitch. Just walk away.

Before he could stop himself, his fingers closed over the receiver and squeezed until his knuckles turned white.

Just then Dean poked his head around the corner. Grinning like the crazy, intuitive son-of-bitch he was, he asked, "You want me to get that?"

The image of Sara with another man curdled his blood. "No," Mitch growled and ripped the phone from the cradle. He pressed it to his ear and said gruffly, "Hello."

Sara's soft sexy voice sounded on the other end. "Mitch?"

"Yeah?"

Foregoing pleasantries and getting right to the point, she said, "My kitty stopped purring. I think it needs to be resuscitated."

Sweet Mother of God! Mitch slapped his hand to his forehead and drew a steadying breath, working overtime to tamp down his roaring libido.

He failed.

Lust ripped through him like a raging forest fire, making him tremble with pent up need. He growled low in his throat, unable to tame the primal animal rising up inside him, crumbling his resolve to keep his distance. Despite knowing better, he had every intention of breathing life back into her kitty, over and over again, using every means possible, if he had to.

If she expected anything less, she'd called the wrong guy, on the wrong night.

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Reviews:The Romance Studio wrote:

5 Hearts from The Romance Studio

I loved how the central theme was embracing your fantasies and allowing the heroines to take charge of their own satisfaction with a little encouragement from the heroes. The friendships between all the characters added to the richness of the stories and the sensuality level was off the charts! All in all this is an excellent book.