The Firefighter's Secret Baby

The Firefighter's Secret Baby

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by Anna DeStefano

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One night has big consequences

She's a captivating woman who catches his eye immediately. They spend one steamy night together. But in the morning, she's gone.

Nine months later, firefighter Randy Montgomery is the first emergency responder on the scene of an accident. And as he pulls a very pregnant woman from the wreck


One night has big consequences

She's a captivating woman who catches his eye immediately. They spend one steamy night together. But in the morning, she's gone.

Nine months later, firefighter Randy Montgomery is the first emergency responder on the scene of an accident. And as he pulls a very pregnant woman from the wreck, he recognizes her—Sam Gianfranco. What a twisted sense of humor fate has. Because not only is Sam about to give birth, but she's also in a pile of trouble. Police protection and bad-guy chases kind of trouble. Another man would walk away. Not Randy. A single glance at Sam and his baby, and he's in this for the long haul. And he'll do whatever it takes to keep all of them safe.

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Atlanta Heroes , #1630
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Thunderstorms in November?

Only in the south.

Sam peered through the greasy streaks her rental car's wipers were making of the rain. She squinted at her rearview mirror. Were those the same headlights as before? Was she just imagining the danger bearing down on her?

Yes, Sam.

It's been two years of constant fear, but you're imagining it all now.

A stabbing pain gripped her stomach. She forced her attention back to the road. Who cared who might be following her? She was going to careen into a guardrail if she didn't keep her eye on the road! She had to keep going. She had to get as far as she could before she tried to call her contact. Then everything would be okay. It had to be.

She was good at running, until the loneliness got too close. The hopelessness. Then she'd do something stupid. Something dangerous, because she needed to feel real for just a little while. She cradled her palm over the very real cramps in her belly.

Not anymore. Not after tonight. Once she made it through this, there would be no more risky chances. No more flirting with danger. Only playing it safe and protecting the lives that were depending on her.

She straightened her shoulders and tried to see through her rain-soaked windshield. Enough. What's done was done. Running was her only shot now. Their only shot. She refused to believe they couldn't make it.

"Whatever it takes," she said to her unborn child. "I won't let anything happen to you."

A film-noir-worthy bolt of lightning spotlighted where her latest risks had gotten her. The storm beat down on the car. Dark pines danced on either side of the interstate. Pain streaked through her body.

Her grip on the wheel tightened. Her tires lost traction for an eternal moment. Then they grabbed again.

"Focus, Sam," she hissed.

She hated the panic and fear. No matter what she did, she couldn't make them go away for good. But she would shove the darkness back. She wouldn't let the hopelessness win tonight. She just had to make it a little bit farther.

Past Atlanta. Out of the state. She had to get somewhere less on-the-map. Then she'd contact her federal handlers and find a way to trust them for a while longer. Long enough to testify and cut all ties with everyone and everything from her past—everything but her kid sister and her unborn child.

Headlights rushed from behind. A vehicle swerved at breakneck speed, barely missing her back bumper. It passed on the shoulder. The truck careened in front of her, brake lights flashing. Its back end fishtailed. The 4x4's mud flaps sprayed a wave of water, blinding her.

Sam screamed and hit the brakes. Her tires spun and slid. Her car crossed into the next lane. She pulled at the wheel to avoid another vehicle.

Impact came with a horrible jolt. Her seat belt caught. Her head bashed into her window, cracking the safety glass. Dazed, she yanked the wheel again. The car swerved in protest. Then it skidded into the concrete median.



Her driver's door would be ripped away!

She fought for control. Blood trickled into her eyes. Pain ripped at her bulging stomach.

It's not going to end this way.

I'm not going to let it end this way…

Life became a slow motion nightmare. The truck that had cut her off barreled into a minivan. The van swerved in a deadly arc, crashing into her. Her rental car spun like a top while she banked the wheel and shoved the brake pedal to the floor.

More headlights. More rain. More vehicles crashing.

Lightning and thunder.



Then she was flipping, rolling, over and over. Glass shattering, metal shredding and crushing, while she wrapped her arms around her baby and prayed the seat belt would protect her daughter.

The windshield collapsed inward. Ice-cold rain soaked her. Her world shrank to the pinpoints of light spiraling behind her closed eyelids.

It was forever before anything made sense again. She realized the car was still rocking. Teetering. Her door had become the car's uncertain base.

Then she realized the pain was gone, too. The labor pains. She couldn't feel the baby moving, and her daughter was always moving these days. There was nothing left but the roaring in her ears. Her arms and legs were growing numb.


She was going into shock.

"Please," she begged, praying for one more miracle. "Please, just give me one last chance…."

Randy Montgomery scaled the pulverized wreck his team was securing. The air at the crash site vibrated with a frantic kind of calm while they prepared to crack the car with the Jaws of Life. The acrid smell of leaking fuel shimmered off everything Randy touched. His guys and several other teams responding to the multiple car pileup had doused the entire scene in fire retardant foam. But with this much petroleum in the mix, an errant spark could still set off a flash fire. It wasn't the worst scene Randy had triaged, but it would do.

And there had been many others. He'd certified in accident recovery in the first class that opened after 9/11, moving from an engine company to rescue because he'd thought that's where he could do the most good.

A faint, feminine groan whispered up from inside the vehicle.

He was point. His job was to triage and stabilize the victim for what promised to be a delicate extraction. Advanced life support would follow once his team had secured the vehicle.

"We have a live one," he called to his crew. "Someone position that spotlight over here."

Never lose a victim. It was Randy's mantra. He wasn't delusional enough to believe he had that kind of control. Still, he fought for every life with everything he had.

He reached through the slit that had once been the front passenger window—now the highest point of the rumpled vehicle. It would be his only view inside until a new one could be ripped open. He draped himself over the mangled mess of metal and fiberglass. There were razor-sharp edges to avoid. Possible weak spots. Stressing the wreck further could compromise the integrity of the safety cage. Randy let his instincts and years of experience guide him as he did his careful work of getting a visual on the victim.

Careful was his forte.

He stayed in control, no matter the crisis. Ice had been stenciled onto his helmet after he'd joined his first engine company, recognition of how hard he'd fought at every scene even as a newbie straight from the academy. His two older brothers, Chris and Charlie, whom he'd followed into fire and rescue, had given him the nickname. The moniker had stuck when Randy transferred to his rescue company.

It wasn't as if he didn't care about his victims. But as the go-to man on critical calls, emotion on the job wasn't a luxury he indulged in. And off the job…He was the son of a brutal father and an abused mother. Emotional entanglements weren't something he courted.

Levering as much of his body as he could through the sedan's passenger window, he took a deep breath and shoved his wandering thoughts away. He owed whomever was inside his total focus.

"What do you see, man?" The floodlights had been repositioned at a more direct angle, illuminating the safety cage that was manufactured into all modern vehicles.

"One occupant." He strained to see the still form huddled between the bent-back hood, what was left of the steering wheel, and the driver's door.

The body was covered in voluminous, bloodstained material. White cotton. Arms and legs, neither noticeably broken. The victim was lying on her side. Seat belt clipped into place and still attached. Sandals. One still on, the other lying close enough for Randy to reach.

"It's a woman." He cleared the delicate shoe from the field, along with whatever debris he could, transferring them down to waiting hands.

From the size of the body curled in on itself, the victim appeared larger than average weight. Except large didn't jibe with the slender ankles and calves and arms and wrists he could see better as his eyes adjusted to the dimness. She groaned and shifted, rolling off her side. The car objected, rocking against the stabilization his men had added from the outside.

"Hold still, miss." Randy kept his voice reassuring. It was good that she could move. There wasn't as much blood as he'd originally thought. But—"You could have a spinal injury. There's glass and metal everywhere, and—"

She settled onto her back, still out of it, probably not hearing a word he said. But her protruding belly spoke loud and clear.

"Holy hell, she's pregnant!" He stretched his arm as far inside as he could, but he couldn't reach her. "Third trimester, if I had to guess."

In response to his raised voice, the victim's head gave an agitated jerk. Her features stayed hidden from him by a wealth of dark hair.

"Ma'am, where do you hurt?" He stared at the way her hands were gripping her stomach. "Are you in labor? Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Randy controlled the instinct to push deeper inside. Forcing a tenuous position would only put his victim at more risk. But a mother in danger—nothing got to Randy faster.

And this mother…

Something about her seemed familiar, even if he couldn't put his finger on what. He fought the urge to rip his way into the wreck. He forced himself to scan the parts of her body he could see, looking for anything he'd missed. Hair raised on the back of his neck.

His subconscious was trying to tell him something.


"Ah!" the woman cried out, louder than before. "Help me…"

Randy's trained gaze catalogued each potential injury. It tracked up her torso and arms and shoulders, over the ebony hair framing the face that was finally uncovered.

A lover's face, not a stranger's.

"Oh, my God. Sam?" Randy's focus jerked back to her swollen belly. He'd last seen her in his hotel-room bed in Savannah nine months ago…. "Oh, my God."

Sam tried to run. She wouldn't give up. She had to keep fighting, even though a part of her knew that she couldn't move. There was something precious she had to save. A miracle she wouldn't let go of.

What was it…

And there was that voice again. The one from her dreams.

She'd run from the voice before, back to the U.S. marshal in charge of her protection. She'd pulled herself together and regrouped. Hidden the memories of her lover and her reckless weekend in Savannah, so she could start over. Again. But the voice…It was so close now. Which meant so was the danger. The men chasing her. Had they found her?

"Sam?" the voice asked. "Can you hear me?"

No! her mind screamed.

Her name wasn't Sam anymore. Sam was being hunted. She couldn't be found. Not even in her dreams.

What was her name now?

"Robyn…" she insisted. "I'm Robyn Nobles."

Two years ago, Sam Gianfranco had left behind everything and everyone she knew. Even her baby sister. It had been the only way.

Except Sam had caved and called Gabriella that morning, before her security could tighten and she lost her chance. Her teenage sister had cried at the sound of Sam's voice. She'd begged Sam to come home. Too bad Gabby hadn't been the only one listening on the line.

They'd found Sam so quickly. One TV program. One phone call. One strange car parked outside her apartment…

Pain low in her belly jerked her away from the memories. Where was she? What had happened?

"My baby. Please, save my baby!"

"Sam?" the voice asked.

Her dreams had tormented her with that voice, night after night. She wanted Savannah back so badly. She wanted the precious life they'd created, more than she'd ever let herself want anything. She had to wake up! She had to keep fighting. Keep running.

"Get away from me," she whispered, terrified.

"Try to relax," the voice coaxed. "Trust me. We'll help your baby. We'll get you both out of this. Tell me where you hurt."

"Leave me alone!"

She tried to make her eyes open. To move.

Pain sliced through her. Reality came into blurry focus. She was lying on what used to be the side of her car, pinned against the shattered window. Totally helpless. Except she'd be damned if she'd just give up. Not while she could feel her daughter moving inside her again, fighting to live.

Meet the Author

Anna's day revolves around the men in her life: her talented, techie husband, who taught her how to program computers in college; her creative, incredibly smart son, who doesn't know the meaning of the word can't; and her two aging but never down-for-the-count Siamese cats, who continue to invent unique ways to sit in Anna's lap while she types her stories. Swimming in all that testosterone, Anna indulges her feminine side by writing romance and shopping wherever she can find the fashion she loves at the prices her small-town upbringing will permit her to spend--like the funky purses she gives away in her quarterly website contest, at

But watch out when Anna pulls all that black hair up and puts on her cap to play tennis. She's an A-level competitor in Atlanta, where they take their tennis seriously, and she finds hitting overheads and put-away volleys the perfect stress release for a long day of tangoing with writing deadlines.

And just when you think you know everything there is to know about Anna, you'll find her exercising her more quiet gifts, providing crisis care for adults and children who need a compassionate ear to share their struggles with. She's been a Stephen Minister through her local Methodist church for years, and this year begins her journey working with high school students who are grieving the loss of a parent or family unit due to death or divorce.

Anna loves to keep up with her readers and friends!

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Firefighter's Secret Baby 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the hero but the heroine was pretty annoying. I just thought that even being interested in having sex with all the drama and recent childbirth was pretty unbelievable.
brandyzbooks More than 1 year ago
Sam is a strong women. She finds herself tired, pregnant and on the run. Will she ever find the calm family she wants... Randy is a fireman who thinks he has everything he has ever wanted. That is until a one night stand comes back to bite him on the butt. What will happen when Sam and Randy get reunited. Will they pick up where they left off or will Sam's problems be more than this fireman can handle??? I do not normally read contemporary romance but I am glad that I made the leap in this case. Once you pic it up you won't be able to put it down till your done. It is non-stop action that keeps your eyes glued to the pages. Anna DeStefano really out did herself in this Hrlequin Super Romance/Atlanta Heroes book. I cannot wait to see more from this exceptional author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story but not well presented.
angel_221 More than 1 year ago
A well written story of true love and family ties. I enjoyed this book and at times had a hard time putting it down. If you are looking for something good to read I would definitely recommend this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to say that this book was a great read. The connection between Sam and Randy survived their separation. The fact that Sam kept Randy in the dark about her pregnancy bothered me. To me that was wrong. I like that Randy didn't walk away when Sam was in danger tells me that he is a very honorable man and still in love with Sam. You need to read the book to find out the *rest of the story*. You won't be sorry. One of my favorite of Anna's books.
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A great read! Different sort of story! Excellent! Must buy!
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