Hot cowboy volunteer firefighter and damsel in distress, who
could ask for more?
HELLFIRE, TEXAS by Elle James Hurry! Get your copy now!
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Blurb:
Becket Grayson, rancher and volunteer firefighter assists a
damsel in distress when her car catches fire on a dry country road near
Hellfire, Texas. When he discovers she was his little brother’s classmate and
is running away from an abusive ex-boyfriend, he offers to help.
Kinsey Phillips is desperate to get away from her
ex-boyfriend who is a mean drunk with a habit of beating her whenever he feels
like it. When she heads back to the only home she’s ever known, her old high
school crush comes to her rescue. With the help of Becket and the entire
Grayson family, they struggle to keep Kinsey safe when her ex-boyfriend comes
to reclaim her.
Warning: Things are heating up in Hellfire, Texas.
Excerpt:
A puff of dark smoke drifted up from a stalled vehicle on
the shoulder of the road ahead. The puff grew into a billowing cloud, rising
into the air.
Becket slowed as he neared the disabled vehicle.
A black-haired woman stood in the V of the open driver’s
door, attempting to push the vehicle off the road. She didn’t need to worry
about getting it off the road so much as getting herself away from the smoke
and fire before the gas tank ignited and blew the car to pieces.
A hundred yards away from the potential disaster, Becket
slammed on his brakes, shifted into park, and jumped out of his truck. “Get
away from the car!” he yelled, running toward the idiot woman. “Get away before
it explodes!”
The woman shot a brief glance back at him before continuing
on her mission to get the car completely off the road and into the bone-dry
grass.
Becket ran up behind her, grabbed her around the middle, and
hauled her away from the now-burning vehicle.
“Let go of me!” she screamed, tearing at his hands. “I have
to get it off the road.”
“Damn it, lady, it’s not safe.” Not knowing when the tank
would ignite, he didn’t have time to argue. Becket spun her around, threw her
over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and jogged away from the burning
vehicle.
“I have to get it off the road,” she said, her voice
breaking with each jolt to her gut.
“Leave it where it is. I’ll call in the fire department,
they’ll have the fire out before you know it. In the meantime, that vehicle is
dangerous.” He didn’t stop or put her down until he was back behind his truck.
He set her on her feet, but she darted away from him,
running back toward the vehicle, her long, jet-black hair flying out behind
her.
Becket lunged, grabbed her arm, and jerked her back. “Are
you crazy?”
“I can’t leave it in the road,” she sobbed. “Don’t you see?
He’ll find it. He’ll find me!” She tried prying his fingers free of her arm.
He wasn’t letting go.
“The fire will ignite the gas tank. Unless you want to be
fried like last year’s turkey, you need to stand clear.” He held her back to
his chest, forcing her to view the fire and the inherent danger.
She sagged against him, her body shaking with the force of
her sobs. “I have to hide it.”
“Can I trust you to stay put?”
She nodded, her hair falling into her face.
“I’m making a call to the Hellfire Volunteer Firefighters Association.”
Before he finished talking, she was shaking her head. “No.
You can’t. No one can know I’m here.”
“Why?” He settled his hands on her shoulders and was about
to turn her to face him when an explosion rocked the ground.
Becket grabbed the woman around the waist.
She yelped and whimpered as Becket ducked behind the
tailgate of his pickup, and waited for the debris to settle. Then he slowly
rose.
Smoke and fire shot into the air. Where the car had been now
was a raging inferno. Black smoke curled into the sky.
“Sweetheart, I won’t have to call 911. In the next fifteen
minutes, this place will be surrounded by firefighters.”
Her head twisted left and right as she attempted to pry his
hands away from her waist. “You’re hurting me.”
He released her immediately. “The sheriff will want a
statement from you.”
“No. I can’t.” Again, she darted away from him. “I have to
get as far away from here as possible.”
Becket snagged her arm again and whipped her around. “You
can’t just leave the scene of a fire. There will be an investigation.” He
stared down at her, finally getting a look at her. “Do I know you?”
“I don’t…” The young woman glanced up, eyes narrowing. She
reached up a hand and rubbed some of the soot off his face. Recognition dawned
and her eyes grew round. “Becket? Becket Grayson?”
He nodded. “And I know I should know you, but I can’t quite
put my finger on it.”
Her widened eyes filled with tears, and she flung her arms
around his neck. “Oh, dear God. Becket!”
He held her, struggling to remember who she was.
Her body trembled, her arms like clamps around his
neck.
“Hey.” Surprised by her outburst, Becket patted her back.
“It’s going to be okay.”
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