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Ellie Karlson is new to Deep Haven. As the town's interim fire chief, she is determined to lead the local macho fire crew in spite of their misconceptions about her. But when someone begins setting deadly fires, Ellie faces the biggest challenge of her life. Especially when sparks fly with one of the volunteers on her crew: Pastor Dan Matthews. As Ellie battles to do her job and win the respect of her crew, she finds that there is one fire she can't fight—the one Dan has set in ...

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Ellie Karlson is new to Deep Haven. As the town's interim fire chief, she is determined to lead the local macho fire crew in spite of their misconceptions about her. But when someone begins setting deadly fires, Ellie faces the biggest challenge of her life. Especially when sparks fly with one of the volunteers on her crew: Pastor Dan Matthews. As Ellie battles to do her job and win the respect of her crew, she finds that there is one fire she can't fight—the one Dan has set in her heart. Tyndale House Publishers

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  • ISBN-13: 9780842381192
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/28/2004
  • Series: Deep Haven Series
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.85 (d)

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The Perfect Match


By SUSAN MAY WARREN
TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.
Copyright © 2004

Susan May Warren
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ISBN: 978-1-4143-1385-6



Chapter One Leo Simmons had made good on his mumbled threats.

Pastor Dan Matthews stared at the pager address, and the taste of condemnation swept through him like poison-down his throat, through his blood, into his bones-and pooled in his soul.

Diving into his turnout gear, Dan tossed his fire helmet onto the front seat and gunned his VW Bug toward Leo Simmons's old log house.

Leo might have set the fire, but just as surely as if Dan had struck the match, he had ignited the explosion that brought Leo to this desperate moment.

Dan should have recognized the gathering heat, the greed, the grief, and not a little small-town shame that had fueled this inferno.

Leo's pastor had failed him.

Dan wrestled his guilt as well as the steering wheel while he floored it around Tenth Street East and screeched to a halt behind firefighter Joe Michaels's green pickup. Deathly images ravaged the night as Dan got out, buckling his helmet. He hesitated, transfixed at the flames raging through the bottom floor of the Simmonses' two-story log home. They licked out of the broken windows like the tongues of death; black smoke curled around the porch beams and spewed toxic fumes into the fall night. Despite its status as a historical site, the house sat bordered by newer homes-ramblers and bungalows-on the piece of cleared forest that had once been the old Miller homestead.

A clump of onlookers-some in bathrobes, all wearing expressions of horror-pressed against the envelope of danger, aching for a closer look.

Dan's breath came in short gulps. Please, Lord, let the family be out!

An explosion shook the ground as another window blew out. Flames and sparks tore the fabric of the night sky. The howl of the fire as it consumed wood and oxygen set Dan's fine neck hairs on end, reviving the analogy of fire being a living entity, needing oxygen and food to survive. It rattled Dan free and sent him running toward the Deep Haven pumper engine. "Mitch!"

"Get back!" Mitch Davis yelled to the gathering gawkers. Attired in his turnout coat, bunker pants, and helmet, the captain wielded his axe like a billy club. "I said get back!"

His gaze settled on Dan before he turned back to the house and shouted commands at the other volunteers. Although Davis hadn't yet been named fire chief to replace the sudden vacancy left by Kermit Halstrom when he suffered a heart attack, the forest ranger had already moved into the position with some arrogance.

Dan raced to old engine two. Two hose lines snaked out from the truck, and Craig Boberg bent over the hydrant at the end of the block, struggling with the coupling.

The heat blasted from the house like a furnace. As Dan ran to help Joe Michaels, who battled to unhook the fifty-five-foot house ladder from the truck, his eyes began to water. "Is everyone out?"

Despite the fact that Leo had set a fire two years ago that had nearly succeeded in killing Joe's wife, Mona, Joe wore a gut-wrenching, grim look at the tragedy before him. "The first story was engulfed by the time we got here. We can't get in."

Dan's thoughts closed around Leo's family-Cindy, the baby, the boys-and he fought the grip of terror. Through the darkness, the haze of smoke and tears, he saw that the fire hadn't yet consumed the second floor, although the toxic fumes rising through the house may have already asphyxiated Leo's sleeping family.

"The second story!" He seized the end of the ladder. Joe read his mind. He hustled to the far end of the house and propped the ladder against the porch roof. Dan jumped on it nearly before Joe had a chance to secure it.

Dan heard screams as the crowd reacted to his courage.

Or stupidity. He'd left his SCBA gear beside the engine, totally abandoning every scrap of training. Firefighting 101: Don't go into a burning house without equipment, namely, a mask, breathing apparatus, and an axe. Safety first. But Dan's well-thought-out actions hadn't netted any outstanding successes over the past fifteen years, and now wasn't the time to ponder the choices.

It would be so much easier if he didn't have to go through life with hindsight flogging his every step. A preacher who spent less time conjuring up past scenarios might have spotted the psychotic signs in Leo's demeanor, taken seriously Leo's morbid self-depreciation and moans of "Cindy would be better off if ..." Instead of following Leo down to the local pub to listen to his problems, gently hoping to befriend the man, a true man of the cloth would have hauled Leo out, forced coffee down his gullet, and shaken him clear of his downward spiral.

Then again, with the way Dan's words rolled off his congregation of late, he could have beat the man over the head with a hefty King James Bible and still not made an impact. The thought sent a shudder through him when he dived into the burning house to rescue Leo's family.

Jumping onto the roof, he felt profoundly grateful for the steel-toed, insulated boots that let him walk over what seemed like live coals. He had an uneasy sense that little time remained until the place exploded into a torch that would light up half the North Shore. He hoped someone had already dispatched the St. Francis Township fire crew.

But by the time they arrived, the Simmons place would be a carbonized smudge on the landscape. Dan prayed the scars wouldn't include the two boys and their little sister. His eyes burning, he staggered toward the window. Black pressed against the window ... smoke or simply the fragments of night? He couldn't remember who slept in this room, but he hoped he'd find someone alive.

A second before he cracked his elbow into the glass pane, his firefighting science kicked in. If toxic fumes had gathered in the ceiling, raising the temperature in the room to a combustion point, the sudden inflow of oxygen would ignite a back draft that would blow him clear off the roof.

And kill whoever was inside.

He yanked his arm back. "Mitch!"

Mitch had already climbed halfway up the ladder.

"Your axe!"

Mitch barreled past him and sent the axe in hard-over his head, near the soffits of the house, next to the ceiling. Dan felt the house tremble with the blow. Three more quick blows and the room purged smoke, a stream of black, toxic fumes.

"Now!" Dan yelled.

Mitch sent the end of his axe handle into the top half of the window and cleared it in less than five seconds.

Dan gulped clean air and dived in. The smoke invaded his nose, burned his eyes, suffocating with its grip. He hadn't even worn a handkerchief, and air evaporated in his lungs. Dropping to his knees, he scrabbled around the room, feeling a rocking chair, a dresser, then-oh no, a crib? Crawling up it like a prisoner begging for escape, he climbed over the edge and made his way around the bed.

A soft form. He dug his fingers into the clothing and hauled the baby over the edge, not gently, into his arms. Baby Angelica. He wanted to howl.

"C'mon!" Mitch's voice turned him around as he fell back to his knees, clutched the baby to his chest, and scrambled out. His lungs burned, now begging for air. He passed her over into Mitch's arms as black swam through his brain.

And then hands grabbed his jacket, dragged him over the window frame into the night. Joe called out to him, yanking him to semiconsciousness as someone dangled him over the roof. His hands slapped at air, and he managed to find three ladder rungs before landing on the ground, curling over and coughing out the poison in his body.

"She needs oxygen!" A woman's voice broke through the haze-he couldn't place it. It didn't sound like Anne, their volunteer EMT.

Joe crouched next to him. "Dan, you okay?"

"The ... boys ..." He coughed hard, feeling as if his lungs might expel from his chest.

Joe clamped him on the shoulder, squeezed.

Dan turned back to the house. Flames shot from the window of baby Angelica's room. "They're ... in the back!" Struggling to his feet, he sprinted around the house, pinpointed the room. Black windows, no flames. "Joe, get the ladder!"

Dan rushed back to the front of the house, desperation filling him. Jordan and Jeffrey were only eight and six. The memory of their round eyes on him Sundays as he taught the children's sermon, their smiles in the face of personal sorrow had nurtured his own hope. He gripped the ladder, began to muscle it from the porch.

"No, Dan!" Joe grabbed him, dug his fingers into his turnout coat. "No!"

"Yes, Joe." Dan growled and wrenched free. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard common sense shouting as he ran with the ladder and bumped it up next to the back. Still, no flames.

He flew up the rungs. This time he didn't stop to vent the soffits. Adrenaline pumped into his veins, and he swung his elbow high and hard. Pain splintered through his arm while smoke roared out the opening.

He sensed the flashover two seconds before it ignited. The hiccup of time, a sudden gulp of air, as if the flame took a breath, then-

The window exploded out with the force of a land mine. Dan fell off the ladder and landed on the ground in a blinding flash of agony. His breath whooshed out, and blackness crashed over him. So this is death.

Somewhere on the back side of consciousness, he heard screams.

"Breathe!" A female voice, this time harsh and angry. He tried to obey, but the pain clamping his left shoulder fought him. "Breathe!" Forcing himself to inhale, he moaned in anguish.

"There you go."

He felt hands on him, feminine and strong, cupping the back of his neck, unbuckling his helmet, easing his head to the ground. "Stay still." The voice gentled, as if tempered by relief. A cool touch on his forehead brushed back his hair. "You're lucky you didn't land clear in Canada."

He wanted to smile but couldn't push past the grief that squeezed his chest. He'd killed those boys. Not only had he failed Leo, he'd failed the man's family.

His throat burned, probably from the smoke he'd inhaled. Somehow he screwed his eyes open. Through a watery haze, he watched the inferno engulf the house, flames four stories high climbing into the night, frothing black smoke. Shingles exploded off the roof; red-hot cinders and ash fell like snow around him. He tried to raise himself on his elbows and earned a fresh burst of torture. His left arm felt like a noodle at his side, and the pain nearly turned him cross-eyed.

Then he saw her, the woman who had dragged him from the house. She had turned to watch the fire, a frown on her fine-boned face. She wore two short, stubby braids and had flipped up the collar on her jean jacket, like he had on his fire coat. Almost absentmindedly, she had her hand curled around his lapel, the other pointing to some unknown sight in the flames.

A short and spunky angel. He had to wonder from where she'd materialized. She seemed to be transfixed by the fire, and something about her profile, her clenched jaw, the way she stared at the blaze with a defined sorrow nearly broke his heart. She shouldn't be here to see this. He had the sudden, overwhelming urge to cover her eyes and shield her from the horror.

She looked at him. Eyes as blue as a northern Minnesota sky speared through him with the power to pin him to the ground. "I gotta get you away from the flames. Brace yourself. This is going to hurt." She stood, clutched his coat around the collar, and tugged.

Okay, she hid serious muscles somewhere inside that lean body. He nearly roared with pain as she propelled him back, away from the shower of ash, the mist of water and smoke. She didn't even grunt.

"Who are you?" he asked in a voice that sounded like he gargled with gravel.

She knelt beside him again, pressed two fingers to his neck, feeling his pulse. "I'll go get you a stretcher," she said, not looking in his eyes.

He reached up and grabbed her wrist. "Wait ... are you a dream?"

* * *

Ellie Karlson had seen men fly out of the sky before, but never had it wrenched her heart out from between her ribs. The way this fireman had looked at her left her feeling raw and way too tender, as if he'd hit a line drive straight to the soft tissue of her heart.

She attributed it to the fact that she'd nearly lost her first firefighter-before her watch even began. At least she'd found out his name-Dan. She'd have to look up his file and figure out how many years he'd been fighting fire. He'd shown the courage of a veteran but the panic of a probie-a first-year rookie.

Ellie stopped her pacing, leaned into the hospital wall, and touched her head to the cool paint. The quiet in the ER ward pressed against her, tinder to every cell in her body that wanted to howl in frustration. Fire she could face. The somber tones of sorrow ... she could not. The smells of antiseptic and new carpet added to the simmer of the post-fire adrenaline that never left her veins without a fight. She should go back to her hotel, do about a hundred sit-ups, or even hop on her bike for a very early morning ride.

Or maybe she could find a piano and pound out a few rounds of Chopin's Fifth. Something other than this mindless, useless pacing. She noticed a man and a woman sitting huddled against the wall across from the firefighter's room. Maybe praying. Ellie was a woman of action, and praying only seemed to slow her down. Besides, God knew her thoughts, didn't He?

She shot another glance at the man and remembered seeing him at the fire, helping the less-than-brilliant victim in the next room. Fatigue etched into the lines on his sooty face, layered his burnished brown hair. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, fiddling with the buckle on his helmet. A woman, whom Ellie assumed was his wife, rested her head against his shoulder, her blonde hair flayed out, her eyes closed. He'd shed his turnout coat onto an adjacent vinyl chair, but even his flannel shirt looked dirty. He was probably some lumberjack down from the north woods.

A nurse, blonde pigtails belying her starched appearance, charged down the hall in their direction, shot a sympathetic look at the couple on the chairs, then entered the man's room. Ellie caught a glimpse of a white-coated doctor blocking her view before the door closed.

She might have to tackle the nurse when the woman exited. Ellie blinked back the sight, right behind her eyes, of fireman Dan flying off the roof, his arms flailing against the backdrop of flame and ash. It still caught her breath in her throat. He'd landed practically at her feet with a gut-tightening thwunk and an outcry of pain that echoed through the chambers of her soul.

And then he'd looked at her like she was some sort of heavenly being-or at least an earthly dream come true. He must have jarred a few brain cells loose. She'd never been anyone's dream. Ever. Their worst nightmare, however, oh yes. She'd been called that more times than she could count. This fireman definitely wasn't the hottest spark in the fire. Fifteen years of scrabbling for respect in the very masculine world of firefighting told Ellie no one considered her a dream come true when she stepped over the firehouse threshold.

But she didn't care. She wasn't in town to win the firemen's affection. Respect, obedience, and loyalty, though, yes. And pacing outside this wounded firefighter's hospital room seemed a good way to seed a reputation that said she cared about her men.

Since when had she started lying to herself? The black, scuffed tread she'd worn on the floor wasn't only about gaining a foothold of respect. Something about this firefighter tugged at the soft, hidden places in her heart. Setting aside his smoky gray eyes and his bravado in the face of tragedy told her he wasn't an ordinary soul ... then again, none of the rank-and-file firemen who deliberately threw themselves between life and death could be called ordinary. Still, something about this jakey's gutsy determination told her he would be a man to count on in a fire.

She had to meet him face-to-face, away from the raging adrenaline and confusion of a conflagration. And, truth be told, she did like hearing his crazy, pain-filled words. Even if they'd die the second she introduced herself.

The door to his room opened. The nurse strode out.

Ellie was hot on her tail. "Is he going to be okay?" Her voice sounded exactly like the person she'd become. Hard. Demanding. Blunt. She wanted to cringe, then decided that she might need to build her reputation in this town on those merits.

The nurse stopped, turned. Her blue eyes considered Ellie with the slightest edging of sympathy. "Who are you?"

"Concerned bystander." Ellie offered a slight smile. It wasn't exactly a lie, but dodging the truth always made her feel grimy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2011

    I like the way S M Warren's words and thoughts flow...

    Another relaxing read with realistic situations and truth written in each line. Good one, Susan!

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  • Posted January 12, 2009

    The Perfect Match

    When I first read the description of this book I knew I had to read it. For me often the back cover decides if I will read a book. I was intrigued by Ellie and admire her passion and dedication. I also enjoy seeing a different side of her. Dan also is interesting in how her views women. The way Susan weaves this story kept me interested and wanting to know what next. Who is the arsonist and I admit I changed my mind several times, What will Ellie do next, What will Dan do next. These questions made me keep reading. I would recomend this book to anyone who enjoys strong charactors who don't always fit into the traditonal mold.

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  • Posted January 8, 2009

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    Lady Fire Chief

    Ellie Karlson, the protagonist, faces an uphill battle as interim fire chief. Chauvinism is alive and well in this small town, and she has her hands full as the boss of a firehouse full of men. Written in omniscient voice, this novel is one that I happily read beginning to end. I like getting inside the heads of the characters to better understand their thinking.<BR/><BR/>The characters are well-rounded. Ellie never feels good enough and carries a chip on her shoulder. This creates a good bit of tension that equates to interesting reading. When people are hurting, Dan, the town preacher, is uncertain which words to use or Bible verses to quote. He's a loving pastor who wrestles with his inadequacies. How refreshing!<BR/><BR/>Minor characters, Joe and Mona, go through difficult times and face a tough decision.<BR/><BR/>There's drama in this novel. There's romance. There's mystery with a crime to solve. What more could a reader of Christian Fiction want? I give this one a thumbs UP!

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  • Posted January 7, 2009

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    Flames of Love

    The third book in the Deep Haven series introduces us to the gustiest heroine of the series. I really liked Ellie because she did everything she could to prove that she was good enough to be fire chief. It was cool to read about a female firefighter who can stand up to the tough guys. It was great seeing characters from the other books pop in and make appearances. I still really want to visit the bookstore and hang out there for a day. It was also good to finally read about Dan's story as he's popped up in the other books before. Volunteer firefighting just amazes me because people risk their lives and don't get paid for it! The part that I had trouble with was the constant resistance to the men's acceptance to Ellie as their chief. While I can understand that some men have problems with this, it just kept irking me that it doesn't matter how far women can go, we will always be looked at as inferior because of our gender. Thus my disappointment with the ending of the book. It just made me feel that Deep Haven is not the place to be if you are a women and want to be in a higher up position. I just don't like the chauvinistic attitudes of the men. I did enjoy the book though. I did like the story, the chemistry between Ellie and Dan is great. The mystery is played out very well. I learned a lot about firefighting too, they are incredible and extremely brave for what they do. I have extreme respect for them, it's definitely a job I could never perform myself. I wish there would be another book in the series. I feel that Liza needs her story told as well. Perhaps one day....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2004

    Another Can't-Put-Down by Warren!

    I thoroughly enjoyed The Perfect Match, Book 3 of the Deep Haven Series. Susan May Warren is an extremely gifted story teller, always keeping her readers in suspense to the end. Her eclectic cast of characters layers this fascinating story with diverse relationships and unexpected plot twists ¿ always a treat for voracious readers! Through main character Ellie Karlson, we take an adventure into the unique and dangerous world of firefighting, complicated all the more since Ellie is the new captain of Deep Haven¿s all-male volunteer fire station. Through Dan Matthews, we experience the life of a single pastor in a small town -- who also happens to be a firefighter. The stage is set for a troubled road for these two when the town is sabotaged by an unknown arsonist. The sparks that fly between them (pun apologies) make us wonder if they¿ll ever be able to break through the past and present obstacles to make this relationship work. Susan May Warren¿s books are guaranteed to entertain, thrill, and inspire. Without question, they fall in the Can¿t-Put-Down category! I¿d also like to commend Julie Chen¿s creative artwork on the covers for making all Susan¿s books jump off the bookshelf. Outstanding! This is a trilogy you¿ll want to own and share with all your friends. It¿s that good!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2004

    Perfect Match

    This third DEEP HAVEN series book by Susan May Warren kept me enticed to my seat all day and in bed all night! I could not figure out the solution to the 'crimes' until the very end of the book along with Ellie and by then so had she... Our independent heroine, Ellie, was spunky and a wonderful role model for all. Good enough for all ages to read! Loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2004

    Perfect Match

    This is the third Inspirational Romance of the DEEP HAVEN Series so far and THE best!!! Even if you have never read the other previous three check-out this one!!! I loved it!!! I read it in about one sitting of six hours because I just couldn't put it down!

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