Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Round and Round

With his new release we say farewell to the Bronco's Boys series.  I had an amazing time writing these stories.  This is Kevin's story, the last of the boys to find true love and he doesn't have an easy time of it.    But its worth it in the end when he catches the attention of the fireman of his dreams. 

When it comes to love, Kevin Foster can’t seem to win. Some consider him a hero, but dousing an arsonist’s attempt to burn Bronco’s to the ground puts Kevin on the vengeful criminal’s radar. Afterward, the arsonist fixates on Kevin, determined to burn away every part of Kevin’s life.

Coming to Kevin’s rescue more than once, and in more ways than one, is “MacDreamy Hotness”—firefighter Angus MacTavish. Not only is Angus smitten at first sight, he learns Kevin’s nickname for him, intriguing him further.

When Angus discovers Kevin is the arsonist’s target, he takes it upon himself to protect him at any cost. Soon Kevin works his way into a heart Angus thought he’d closed off for good. Things heat up between them, but the arsonist has no intention of letting Kevin finally find happiness. Hopefully Angus and Kevin can stop him before he reduces everything Kevin values to ash—including the love igniting between him and Angus. 



His wandering thoughts stilled as a small flash of light out in the far corner caught his eye. Kevin didn’t even know why it got his attention, but it did. It had to have been Bull telling all of them over and over to be aware of what was going on around them. He watched that area but didn’t see anything more for a few seconds—until the light began to build. A chill ran up his spine and everything else was forgotten. Kevin raced to Bull, parting dancers and pushing people aside. He patted Bull’s shoulder, and when he didn’t respond right away, Kevin slapped him on the arm. Bull turned and Kevin pointed. He knew Bull had seen what he saw. Bull stopped dancing and pulled Zach along with him toward the DJ booth.

Kevin raced to the door back to the office area and put in the code Bull had told them to use in case of an emergency.

The music suddenly stopped. “Everyone please exit the building,” Bull said into the microphone that connected to the sound system. “Don’t delay, just make for the nearest exit immediately. Security, open all the doors right away.”

Kevin pulled open the door as light burst from the back corner and flames began licking up the wall. Every time he’d entered the office corridor, he’d passed the firehose on the wall, though he hadn’t really noticed it until now.

“Fire!” someone cried, and screams rent the air. Kevin propped the door open and grabbed the hose. He yanked it out behind him as he raced back into the club. “Turn on the water,” he yelled to a man who passed him. “Just follow the hose and turn it on now.” He hadn’t seen anyone he knew and just had to hope the kid did as he asked. He continued racing through the club, and the hose got heavier as it filled with water.

He stumbled and swore at the top of his lungs, pointing the hose in the direction of the fire. Water sprayed everywhere, and he was damn lucky he didn’t take anyone out with the force of the spray. He continued moving toward the flames, spraying water on the walls. Instantly he was soaked. Walls of steam rose from where the heat met the water. The flames had reached the ceiling, but they died down fast. Kevin remembered being told in school that when using a fire extinguisher to point it at the base of the flame, so he did that here.

He coughed and angled his face away from the black smoke that came off the fire, rolling along the ceiling of the club.

The flames flared up for a few seconds, and Kevin worried that he’d done something wrong, but then they died pretty quickly, steam mixing with the acrid smoke. It burned his eyes, but he blinked and continued spraying the water.

Someone grabbed the hose and muscled him out of the way. “Get out of here,” the guard, who Kevin recognized after a second, told him.

“I got this. You make sure everyone is safe.” Kevin wrenched back the hose and continued what he was doing. He kept spraying water until it ran over his feet, soaking his shoes, and the last of the fire was out. The smoke was lessening and he could see better, even as the dampness soaked him to the skin. When he saw no more fire activity, he turned off the water and breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding in his ears.


Tina Donahue said...

Great excerpt, Andrew - and wow, what a cover! :)

jean hart stewart said...

Exciting excerpt...I'm sure you've got a winner here....