Flashback [NOOK Book]

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Firefighter Aidan Donnelly has always battled the flames with trademark icy calm. That is, until a blazing old flame returns—in the shape of sizzling soap star Mackenzie Stafford! Aidan wants to pour water over the unquenchable heat between them. But that just creates more steam….

Kenzie is not the ...
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Flashback

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Overview




Firefighter Aidan Donnelly has always battled the flames with trademark icy calm. That is, until a blazing old flame returns—in the shape of sizzling soap star Mackenzie Stafford! Aidan wants to pour water over the unquenchable heat between them. But that just creates more steam….

Kenzie is not the delicate, fragile female she looks like. She has one clear objective, and nothing will stand in the way of her goal—well, nothing but the red-hot touch of a certain dangerously sexy fireman, that is!


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426820267
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 8/1/2008
  • Series: Harlequin Blaze Series , #416
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 76,124
  • File size: 184 KB

Meet the Author


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Shalvis is the award winning author of over three dozen romance novels.  Visit www.jillshalvis.com for a complete book list and a daily blog chronicling her I-Love-Lucy attempts at having it all; the writing, the kids, a life ...


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The fire bell rang for the fourth time since midnight, interrupting Aidan Donnelly in the middle of a great dream in which he was having some fairly creative, acrobatic sex with a gorgeous blonde. The last thing he wanted was to be shaken awake, but apparently sex, imaginary or otherwise, wasn't on his card for the evening.
He was on the last few hours of a double shift from hell. The loudspeaker mounted in one corner of the bunk room was going off, telling him and his crew that they would not be going home in one short hour after all, but back into the field on yet another emergency call.
Putting the blonde back where she belonged, in the file in his brain labeled Hot Erotic Fantasy, Aidan got up to the tune of a bunch of moans and groans from his crew.
So close. He'd been so close to three desperately needed days off….
Across the room Eddie kicked aside the latest issue of Time, which had an entire company of firefighters on the cover. "A lot of good being the sexiest occupation does us," the firefighter grumbled, "when we're too exhausted to take advantage of it."
"Some of us don't need beauty sleep." This from Sam, Eddie's partner. "Like, say, Mr. 2008 here." He slid a look Aidan's way, but Aidan found himself too tired to rise to the bait.
Through no fault of his own, he'd been named Santa Rey's hottest firefighter for 2008. This dubious honor came along with another—being put on the cover of Santa Rey's annual firefighter's calendar. "I told you, I didn't submit my name."
Eddie grinned in the middle of dressing. "No, we did, Mr. 2008."
Aidan gave him a shove, and Eddie fell back to the mattress, snorting out a laugh as he staggered uprightagain and grabbed his boots. "Yeah, like being that pretty is a hindrance."
"I am not pretty."
No one answered him in words as they pulled on their gear, but several made kissy noises as they headed toward their rigs. Still groggy, and definitely out of sorts, Aidan took the shotgun position next to Ty, his temporary partner, on loan from a neighboring firehouse, since his usual partner Zach was still off on medical leave.
Eddie and Sam grabbed their seats, as well as Cristina and Aaron, another on-loan firefighter, and they were all off into the dark night—or more accurately, the dark predawn morning—following the ambulance, which had pulled out first. The air was thick with dew, and salty from the ocean only one block over. For now the temperature was cool enough, but by midday the California August heat would be in full bloom, and they'd all be dying. Aidan got on the radio to talk to dispatch. "It's an explosion," he told the others grimly.
"Where?" Ty asked.
"The docks." Which could be anywhere from the shipping area, to the houseboats filled with year-round residents. "Only one boat's on fire, but several others are threatened by the flames, with no word on what caused the explosion."
Behind him, Eddie swore softly, and Aidan's thoughts echoed the sentiment. Explosions were trickier than a regular fire, and far more unpredictable.
"Are they calling for backup?" Sam asked.
They needed it. Firehouse Thirty-Four was sorely overworked and dangerously exhausted going into the high fire season. They'd had a rough month. Aidan's partner and best friend Zach had been injured after digging into the mysterious arsons that had plagued Santa Rey. Mysterious arsons that were now linked to one of their own.
Blake Stafford.
Just the thought brought a stab of fresh pain to Aidan's chest. Now Zach was off duty and Blake was dead, leaving them all devastated.
Cristina was especially devastated, and with good reason. She'd been Blake's partner, and the closest to him. She'd suffered like hell over his loss, and also over the arsons he'd been accused of committing.
She blamed herself, Aidan knew, which was ridiculous. She couldn't have stopped Blake.
As it turned out, none of them could have stopped him.
Aidan considered himself pretty damn tough and just about one-hundred-percent impenetrable, but losing Blake had been heart-wrenching. He missed him, and hated what he'd been accused of. He didn't want to believe Blake was dead, and he sure as hell didn't want to believe Blake guilty of arson, and the resulting death of a small boy—none of them did, but the evidence was there. He could hardly even stand thinking about it—classic denial, Aidan knew, but it was working for him. "Dispatch's sending rigs from Stations Thirty-Three and Thirty-Five."
No one said anything to this, but they were all thinking the same thing—it'd take those stations at least ten extra minutes to get on scene from their lo-cations—and the sense of dread only increased as they pulled up to the docks.
Turned out that the fire wasn't at the shipping docks, but where the smaller, privately owned boats were moored at four long docks, each with ten bays. Possibly forty boats in total, many of them occupied.
Chaos reined in the predawn. Their senior officer was usually first on scene, setting up a command center, but he was coming from another fire and was five minutes behind them. The sky was still dark, with no moon, and the visibility wasn't helped by the thick plumes of black smoke choking the air out of their lungs. Flames leaped fifty feet into the air, coming from a boat halfway down the second of the four docks. Aidan took a quick count, and his stomach tightened with fear. There were boats on either side of the flaming vessel, and more on the opposite side of the dock.
Not good.
As they accessed their equipment and laid out lines, three police squad cars tore into the lot, followed by the command squad, all of whom leaped to work evacuating the surrounding docks. Aidan and company needed to contain the flames, but the explosion burned outrageously hot. He could feel that mind-numbing heat from a hundred feet back. With the chief now on scene, barking orders through their radios, Aidan and the others moved with their hoses, their objective to keep the flames from spreading to any of the other boats. They were halfway there when it came.
A sharp, terrified scream.
The sound raised the hair on the back of Aidan's neck, and he dropped everything to run toward the burning boat, Ty right behind him.
The scream came again, clearly female, and Aidan sped up. No one knew better than a firefighter what it was like to be surrounded by flames, to have them lick at you, toy with you. It was sheer, horrifying terror.
They had to get to her first.
Behind them came Sam, Eddie, Cristina and Aaron, directing water on the flames to clear Aidan and Ty's path down the dock toward the boat. Twenty feet, then ten, and that's when he saw her. A woman standing on the deck of the burning boat, wobbling, the flames at her back.
"Jump!" he yelled, wondering why she didn't just make the short leap to the dock—she could have made a run for safety. "Jump—"
Another explosion rocked them all. Aidan skidded to a halt, spinning away and crouching down as debris flew up into the air to match the intensifying flames. The chief was shouting into the radio, demanding a head count. Aidan lifted his head and checked in as he took in the sights. The boat was still there. With his heart in his throat, he searched for a visual on the woman—
There. In the same spot she'd been before, still on the deck but on the floor now, holding her head. Goddammit. He got to his feet, took a few running steps, and dove onto the boat.
She nearlyjumped out of her skin when he landed next to her. "It's okay." He dropped to his knees at her side to try to get a good look and see how badly she was injured, but the smoke had choked out any light from the docks and she was nothing but a slight shadow. A slight shadow who was hunched over and coughing uncontrollably.
"The boat," she managed. "It k-keeps b-blowing up—"
"Can you stand?"
"Yes. I—" She let out a sound that tugged at his memory, but he pushed that aside when she nodded. She got up with his help, twisting away from him to stare up at the flames shooting up the mast and sails.
"Ohmigod…"
He pulled her closer to his side, intending to jump with her to the dock and the hell off this inferno, but several things hit him at once.
The name of the boat painted across the outside of the cabin, flickering in and out of view between the flames.
Blake's Girl.
No. It couldn't be. Then came something of far more immediate concern—the rumbling and shuddering of the deck beneath their feet. "We have to move."
"No. No, please," she gasped. "You have to save the boat."
"Us first." He couldn't have put together a more coherent sentence because of all that was going through his head. Blake's Girl…
Blake's boat. God, he'd all but forgotten that Blake had owned a boat.
Then there was the woman in his arms, facing away from him, but invoking that niggling sense of familiarity. There was something about her wild blond curls, about the sound of her voice—
The warning signals in his brain peaked at once. In just the past thirty seconds, the flames had doubled in strength and heat. The deck beneath their feet trembled and quivered with latent simmering violence.
They were going to blow sky high. Whipping toward the dock he got another nasty surprise—the flames had covered their safe exit.
On the other side of those monstrous flames stood Ty, Eddie and Sam, hoses in hand, battling the fire from their angle, which wasn't going to help Aidan and his victim in time. Cristina was there, too, with Aaron, and even in the dark he sensed their urgency, their utter determination to keep him safe.
They'd so recently lost one of their own; there was no way they were going to let it happen again.
"Ohmigod," the woman at his side gasped, staring, as if mesmerized, at the sight of the flames closing in on them.
She wasn't the only one suddenly mesmerized, and for one startling heartbeat, Aidan went utterly still, as for the first time he caught a full glimpse of her.
He knew that profile.
He knew her. "Kenzie?"
At the sound of her name on his lips, uttered in a low, hoarse, surprised voice, her head whipped toward his, eyes wide. Her wavy blond hair framed a pale face streaked with dirt and some blood, but was still beautiful, hauntingly so.
She was Mackenzie Stafford, Blake's sister. Kenzie to those who knew and loved her, Sissy Hope to the millions of viewers who watched her on the soap opera Hope's Passion.
She was not a stranger to Aidan, but not because of her television stardom. He knew her personally.
Very personally. "Kenzie."
"I can't—I can't hear you."
People never expected fire to be noisy, but it was. The flames crackled and roared at near ear-splitting decibels as they devoured everything in their path.
Including them if they didn't move, a knowledge that was enough to pull his head out of his ass and get with the program. Old lover or not, he still had to get her out of there alive. But she was looking at him through Blake's eyes, and his heart and gut wrenched hard. There was maybe twenty feet of water between Blake's Girl and the next boat, which was starting to smoke as well, and would undoubtedly catch on fire any second. It didn't matter. They had no choice. "Kenzie, when I say so, I want you to hold your breath."
"D—do I know you?"
He wore a helmet and all his equipment, and in the dark, not to mention the complete and utter chaos around them, there was no way she could see him clearly. Still, he had to admit it stung. "It's me, Aidan. Hold your breath now, on my count."
"Aidan, my God."
"Ready?"
"The boat's going to go, every inch of it, isn't it?"
Yep, including the few square inches they were standing on. In fact, it was going to go much more quickly than he'd have liked. Since they couldn't get to the dock, it was into the ocean for them, where they'd wait for rescue.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "There's got to be another way."
Unfortunately there wasn't, and he quickly stripped out of his jacket and gear because the protection they offered wouldn't be worth the seventy-five pounds of extra weight while treading water and holding up Kenzie to boot. At least she was conscious. She didn't appear to have on any shoes, or anything particularly heavy on her person, all of which were points in her favor. "On three, okay? Remember to hold your breath."
"I don't think—"
"Perfect. Go with that. One—" He nudged her in front of him, pushing her to the railing.
"Aidan—"
"Two—"
"Are you crazy?"
"Three.
"
"Hell, no. I'm not going into the—"
He dropped her into the water, and she screamed all the way down.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 24, 2010

    Highly Recommended

    Awsome, steamy, and highly recommended!!! a must read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2014

    What?

    Now im curious.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2014

    Peacemakers 7 civilian pov

    I walked into my living room and felt for the pull cord for the light. I touched not the cord but the edge of my couch! I kicked the celing fan. Everything was upside down! "Aw ****! What in *****?" A dragon like figure came from the basement. Now second floor. A man stood on its back "i am greyson. This is my chaos dragon. We change little things like the way houses are and feed off the physics energy. Prepare to fall unconcious and remember nothing."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2014

    Please keep going

    KEEEEEEP GOOOOOOOOOOIING plz

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2014

    Flash - Chapter Five

    Fluttershy laid dumbly as Caman slammed into her relentlessley and roughly. He repeatedly pumped his huge, hard di ck, thrusting again and again. That's when he leaned down and whispered in her ear: "You're probably drugged dumb so you won't understand any of this. Although it's probably for the better." He smirked. Bur Fluttershy never forgot his next words. "The S ex Festival. The week of s ex. This week has been deamed the week of s ex. You will be countlessly sed uced. And, at the end of the week, The S ex Festival will take place. All stallions and males have been told; you're the first female to know. Although you've been drugged so dumb that you'll forget." He slammed into her hard, his entire co ck inside her. He finally got up and laid back on top of Fluttershy, except that he had turned around. "Suck it," he growled. She obeyed, her senses dimmed. Caman groaned. He pushed in further, his ba lls going in her mouth. By then she was throating it. Caman leaned down and licked her nub. He firmly bit her cl it, trying to keep in control. "That feels good," he moaned. Suddenly, the flapping of wings could be heard. Three more stallions entered. "Are you gonna share?" A grey stallion asked. "Actually, Siary, no." Caman retorted. "We're taking over." A browb stallion replied. "Says who, Sepia?" "Says the horses in charge of S ex Week and Se x Festival." The last horse, a ginger one, answered matter of factly. "Fine then. And who might that be, Saquier?" Caman demanded. "You'll find out." Fluttershy looked at the muscular stallions. She would be no match for them. 'Maybe, instead of fighting it, l should relax and go with the flow.' She thought.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2014

    Ew

    Ewwww

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2014

    Good

    Love it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2013

    To story

    Ew!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2013

    To story

    Amazing!!! Keep going!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2013

    Twilight and Flash....a fanfic

    "I dunno.." he said. Twilight was already leaning over him, waiting. "Fine." He mumbled. "Let me know when you are ready...." Twilight immediately lay on her back and opened her legs. Inside, she was a real sex goddess despite her bookworm act. Her wings wrapped around his back as he lowered himself on top of her. He began to stroke the length of her slit with his tip, teasing her gently and he felt her legs open wider. He slowly inserted himself into her wide, waiting opening. She moaned in pleasure and worked her hooves into his chest. Flash felt her lips wrap around his decent sized balls, and he too moaned. "Oh....." he murmured. He could already feel her juices oozing and mingling with his. He noticed she was looking at him as she lay on top of her. He didnt know what she wanted until she rubbed her legs against his. Flash sighed and began to dig deeper into her, rubbing against her walls. He inserted it farther and farther, pumping a little as he went. Once he reached her sweet spot, he massaged her there, making her twinge and squirm in orgasmic pleasure. He smiled and kept going, bringing his hooves down and rubbing them on the insides of her legs. Twilight was thouroughly enjoying herself, and felt him release himself from inside her, then inserting a hoof instead. He rubbed it around inside her hot walls, then stuck it deep inside. "Flash....oh...yes....that feels...." she suddenly was hit with an orgasm as he re inserted his balls and jammed them up into her. She moaned. "Let me have a turn." She announced, rolling him so she was on top. Still stuck inside her, Flash closed his eyes as she grinded and rubbed him between her lips. Speaking of lips, she then pulled him out of her and sucked on him. She rolled her tongue in delicious circles, poking it gently, and even using her teeth to chew on it. He opened his own legs and relaxed. "Twi...." he whispered. "Thats good.." then she mounted his face and he stuck his tongue in her. He rolled his tongue in circles, and she thrust her hips forward. (Continued soon....)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2013

    To bow

    Love the detail. Keep it going!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2013

    To bow

    That absolutely su<_>cked.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    Good read

    Good read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2013

    Good short read

    Enjoyed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2012

    Shimmerflare

    *dies from inactive clan disease*

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