Fire investigator Emma Callaway and homicide detective Max Harrison find love, passion and danger when a series of fires ignite San Francisco.
About the Author
Barbara Freethy is a #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of 41 novels ranging from contemporary romance to romantic suspense and women's fiction. Traditionally published for many years, Barbara opened her own publishing company in 2011 and has since sold over 5 million copies of her books. Nineteen of her titles have appeared on the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller Lists. In July of 2014, Barbara was named the Amazon KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) Bestselling Author of ALL TIME! She was also the first Indie Author to sell over 1 million copies at both Barnes and Noble and Amazon.
An author known for writing emotional stories about ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations, Barbara has received starred reviews from Publishers' Weekly and Library Journal and has also received six nominations for the RITA for Best Single Title Contemporary Romance from Romance Writers of America. She has won the honor twice for her novels Daniel's Gift and The Way Back Home. Barbara recently launched a new contemporary series, The Callaways, featuring a family born to "serve and protect". For more information, visit Barbara's website at www.barbarafreethy.com
Read an Excerpt
Emma Callaway walked quickly down the dark street, wishing she'd arrived at her father's party on time so that she could have gotten a better parking spot, instead of having to hike three blocks uphill. As she passed a lone guy smoking a cigarette in front of a twenty-four-hour market, she felt an odd sense of unease. The man's gaze seemed to follow her down the street, and she picked up her pace.
She wasn't normally afraid to walk at night, especially not in the West Portal neighborhood of San Francisco, but the street was filled mostly with retail and commercial buildings, and at nine o'clock on a Sunday night, they were all closed, making her feel isolated and alone.
She took a quick glance over her shoulder. There was no one following her, but the shadowy street did not ease her nerves. She told herself to stop imagining things. She was just on edge. The last few weeks of work had been challenging, and all she wanted to do was relax and spend a few hours with her family as they celebrated her father's recent promotion to Deputy Chief of Operations for the San Francisco Fire Department.
Emma was enormously proud of her father, but Jack Callaway's latest feat had only set the bar of achievement that much higher for herself and the rest of the Callaway clan. Not that the bar hadn't always been high. Firefighting had been a family tradition for at least four generations, including the current one. Three of her brothers were firefighters, and she'd started out as a firefighter as well, eventually becoming a fire investigator a year earlier.
She loved being an investigator, but it was also frustrating work. Determining whether a fire was arson was one thing, finding the perpetrator and getting justice was another. But she wasn't going to think about her open cases tonight. She just wanted to spend time with her family and friends.
Opening the door to Brady's Bar and Grill, she stepped inside and paused, surprised at the huge crowd. Her father was a popular guy, but it seemed as if half the city had come to toast his latest achievement. A long mahogany bar covered the far wall, and there was a line three deep to get cocktails. The dance floor was packed with people drinking, talking, and laughing, and every table in the main dining room appeared to be full. Gazing to the right side of the restaurant, she saw a cluster of people in the hall by the back room where darts and pool were the games of choice.
Brady's would make a killing tonight, she thought with a smile, not that they didn't do a good business most nights. Brady's was a firefighters' bar. The owner, Harry Brady, had a son, Christian, who was also a firefighter, and it wasn't uncommon for shifts to end with a trip to the bar. Wherever she looked, she saw familiar faces. She was a local girl, and Brady's was a local barthe kind of place where everyone knew each other's name.
The door opened behind her and a blast of chill November air sent a tingle down her spine. Glancing over her shoulder, that cold quickly turned to heat when she met the deeply intense and penetrating green eyes of Max Harrison, an inspector with the San Francisco Police Department.
Max had transferred from Los Angeles three months earlier, and since then their paths had crossed a few too many times. She'd found Max to be a cocky, territorial detective, whose idea of sharing information was her telling him everything she knew, and him giving nothing in return.
While she didn't like Max's attitude, she couldn't help but appreciate the way he filled out a pair of faded jeans and carried off a brown leather jacket over a cream-colored knit shirt. He was tall and athletically built with a mouth-watering physique, light brown hair that shimmered with gold, and a far too sexy mouth. But she knew trouble when she saw it, and the last thing she needed in her life was man trouble. She'd gotten out of a serious relationship a few months earlier, and she didn't need to dive into another one, especially not with someone who could heat up her body with just one look.
"What are you doing here?" she asked shortly.
Their meetings were always tense, the mix of anger and attraction between them making most of their encounters awkward and uncomfortable. It was bad enough they had to occasionally work together; she didn't want to socialize with him, too.
"Your brother Burke invited me. We play basketball together on Wednesday nights."
Of course they did. The police/fire basketball league was hugely popular. As a female firefighter, she'd always felt left out when it came to the basketball games. She could compete in co-ed softball, but the basketball games were all guys, and that was the way they liked it.
Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of her bag, hoping it wasn't work calling.
Frowning, she realized she would have preferred a work text than the one she'd just received. "Damn," she muttered.
"Something wrong?" Max asked.
She returned her phone to the outer pocket of her bag. "It's nothing." She'd barely finished speaking when her phone buzzed again.
"Doesn't sound like nothing," he said, a speculative gleam in his eyes. "Aren't you going to answer it?"
Her phone buzzed again, and she pulled it out of her bag to turn the ring to silent. As she did so, she saw three texts on the screen. Seriously? Jon hadn't talked to her this much when they were sharing an apartment. "I can't believe this," she muttered, then wished she'd kept her mouth shut as Max's interested gaze settled on hers. "Ex-boyfriend," she explained.
"He must want another chance."
"Men always want what they can't have."
He tipped his head in acknowledgement. "The chase can be appealing."
"I'm not good at playing games."
"I doubt that. I've seen your competitive streak."
"Not when it comes to the games of love," she corrected.
Max smiled, and with that smile came sparks, the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, the sudden dampness on her palms, the tingly feeling of anticipation shooting down her spine. They weren't standing very far apart, only a few inches between them. It wouldn't take more than a step to put her hands on his solid chest, lean in, raise her face to his.
She put the brakes on her runaway thoughts. She was not going to kiss Max Harrison. That would be reckless and stupid. It would probably also be really good, because he looked like the kind of man who knew how to kiss a woman. But she was not going to test out that theory.
She couldn't let a little lust get in the way of her common sense. They had to work together. She needed to keep things professional.
Clearing her throat, she said, "I should find my father."
"Isn't that him over there?" Max tipped his head toward the center of the room.
As the crowd parted, she could see her parents, grandparents and several of her siblings seated at a table in the center of the room. Her father was the focus of attention, which didn't surprise her. Jack Callaway had a larger-than-life personality, and like his Irish ancestors, there was nothing he enjoyed more than telling a good story and sharing a pint or two.
With dark brown hair that was now peppered with gray, wide-set blue eyes, and a big booming laugh, Jack had charisma and presence, which was probably why he'd done so well in his career; he was a natural born leader. He was also a man of high integrity and deep commitment to his job, which made him a great role model. She'd admired him for a very long time, not just as a father but also as a firefighter. She could see that same respect in the eyes of everyone at the table.
"That's him," she murmured, glancing back at Max. "You haven't met yet?"
"No. Is that your mother next to him, the pretty blonde in the red dress?"
"You look more like your mother than your father."
"I do take after my mom, but Jack isn't my biological father. He's my stepfather."
Surprise flashed in Max's eyes. "I didn't know that. You have his name."
"It all happened a long time ago. My mother, Lynda, married Jack when I was four years old. He legally adopted me as well as my older sister Nicole three years later. Since we rarely saw my biological father, we were both happy to become Callaways."
"So you and Nicole are biological sisters. What about the rest of your siblings? Who belongs to who?"
"Burke, Aiden, Drew and Sean are my stepbrothers. Their real mother died. Jack was a widow when he met my mom. After they got married, the twins, Shayla and Colton, were born. It's a yours, mine and ours kind of situation, but in reality, we're just one big happy, sometimes crazy, family."
"I can see the pride in your eyes," he commented.
"I love my family. Although I have to admit that being a Callaway comes with expectations. Jack and his father are hard acts to follow."
"From what I've seen, you're up for the challenge."
She tilted her head, giving him a thoughtful look. "Is that a compliment, Harrison?"
"Don't let it go to your head, Callaway. Who else is at your dad's table?"
"Next to my mother are Jack's parents, Eleanor and Patrick. Then there is my baby sister, Shayla. She's a girl genius, only twenty-three and almost done with medical school. And lastly there's Colton, Shayla's twin. He's a rookie firefighter. I'm not sure where the rest of my siblings are."
"It sounds like your siblings are all very high achievers."
"Jack told us the Callaways were born to serve and protect, and most of my siblings have followed that tradition: four in firefighting, one in medicine, one in search and rescue, and one in teaching. My brother Sean is the only one who didn't follow the plan. He's a musician, a fantastic singer and songwriter," she added, not wanting Max to think she wasn't proud of Sean. "He couldn't come tonight, because he's touring the Pacific Northwest."
"How does he get along with your father?"
"They have their moments, but Sean has always moved to a different beat. That's my family. Tell me about yours."
"Nowhere near as interesting," he said shortly.
"Let me be the judge."
"Maybe another time. Can I get you a drink? It looks like the line for drinks is thinning out."
She wasn't surprised he dodged her question. He'd been remarkably reticent when it came to his private life. She'd been tempted to do a little research on him more than once, but she'd always stopped herself. The less she knew about him, the better.
"I'll take a sparkling water if you're going to the bar," she said. "I'm on call this weekend."
As Max turned around, he was almost run down by one of her longtime friends, Tony Moretti.
Tony was an attractive thirty-two-year-old of Italian descent. He and his twin brother, Jarod, had grown up around the corner from her.
"Emma," Tony said, opening his arms wide. "I was hoping you'd be here. I was looking for you at Mass today, but I didn't see you." She gave him a quick hug, aware that Max hadn't actually gone to the bar as he'd proposed. Instead, he lingered a few feet away watching them. She wondered why he was so interested.
"I didn't make it to church this morning," she said, turning her attention to Tony. "I've been really busy at work."
"I couldn't believe someone torched the school at St. Andrew's. Do you have any suspects?"
"Not yet. But I haven't given up."
"Speaking of not giving up, you owe me a date," Tony said. "Remember? I helped you move out of your ex-boyfriend's apartment, and you offered to buy me dinner."
"I do remember. I'm sorry I've been busy."
"So let's make a date."
She saw the determination in Tony's eyes and wondered where it came from. She'd known him since she was six years old, and while they'd been a part of the same social group for years, they'd never gone out alone together, and she wasn't sure she wanted to change that. She liked Tony a lot, but he was a flirt, and she didn't want them to end up in an awkward situation. Their families were friends.
"I'll take a look at my calendar tomorrow, and we'll find a day that works," she said.
"What's good?" another man asked.
She smiled at Tony's brother Jarod. The Morettis were fraternal twins but looked almost identical with their dark hair and dark eyes.
"Is my brother hitting on you again, Emma?" Jarod asked.
"We're just talking," she said. "How are you doing? How's the construction business?"
"It's picking up." He cocked his head to the right, giving her a thoughtful look. "I don't think I've seen you since you became an arson investigator. How's that going? Are you working the fire at St. Andrew's?"
"Yes, I am." She paused. "I need to say hello to my dad. I'll talk to you guys later, all right?"
"Don't forget to call me," Tony said as she walked away.
As she moved through the crowd, her gaze drifted across the room. Max had gone to the bar, and she felt relieved that he was no longer watching her. She didn't need any more tension in her life, and that's what Max brought with him every time he came around. Hopefully, he wouldn't stay at the party long.
As he waited for their drinks, Max felt restless and irritated. Emma Callaway always got under his skin, and tonight was no exception. Usually, he could keep the attraction between them at bay. Usually, he saw her in uniform or in firefighting gear, her blonde hair covered by a helmet, her slender body in thick, shapeless overalls, but tonight, in a short turquoise dress, her sexy legs bare, her feet encased in high heels, her blonde hair styled, and her blue eyes sparkling under thick black lashes, she'd stolen the breath right out of his chest.
Damn! He really shouldn't have followed up on Burke's invitation. But he'd been tired of his own company, and he'd wanted to see Emma outside of work. Now that they'd seen each other, now that his pulse was racing and his entire body was on edge, he realized his mistake. It was too late to retreat, but he could make this a short night. He'd buy her a drink and then he'd head home. She wouldn't miss him. She had her huge family to keep her company, not to mention all the single guys in the bar.
It would actually be easier if she were dating someone. He didn't poach other men's women. But she was single and so was he. And as much as she annoyed him with her stubbornness and independence, she also impressed him. Besides being beautiful and sexy, she was strong, courageous and smart.
He needed to stay away from her. They couldn't hook up; they had to work together. And they couldn't have a deeper relationship because he wasn't a relationship guy. So the only option was to take a hands-off approach, which would be a lot of easier if he didn't want to touch her so badly. For a second earlier, he'd had the strangest feeling that she wanted to kiss him. He'd probably imagined it.
Max glanced across the room. Emma had made her way to her father's table and was giving her dad a hug. There was a lot of love in the warm smile they exchanged, and for some reason, that shared look tugged at Max's heart, reminding him of a connection he'd lost a long time ago.
The bartender set down his drinks. He was grateful for the interruption. He handed over cash and then headed across the room feeling oddly nervous. He'd never been good at meeting the parents, and even though this wasn't that kind of moment, he still felt tense.
Emma accepted her drink with a cautious smile. "Thanks."
"No problem." He could see various members of the Callaways giving him curious looks. He had a feeling Emma's family was as protective of her as she was of them.
"Let me introduce you," she said. "Dad, this is Max Harrison. He's an inspector with the SFPD. My father, Jack Callaway."
Jack got to his feet to shake Max's hand. His gaze was sharp and direct. "Nice to meet you. Hank Crowley speaks very highly of you."
"I have the utmost respect for Captain Crowley," he replied, at the same time wondering why his mentor had been talking to Jack Callaway about him. Hank knew he preferred to stay under the radar, and if there was ever a man who wasn't under the radar, it was Jack Callaway.
"How do you know Emma?" Jack asked.
"We worked on an arson/homicide case last month."
"Max is a recent transfer from Los Angeles," Emma added. "But maybe you already knew that if you've been talking to Captain Crowley." Emma shot her father a speculative look.
"Hank mentioned that. How does it feel to be home?"
"Home?" Emma interrupted, glancing from her dad to Max. "You're from San Francisco? You never told me that."
"You never asked," he replied.
"Where did you live?"
"On Noriega Street in the Sunset District."
"I had a place on Noriega Street once," Emma's grandmother said.
Max looked across the table at Eleanor Callaway. She had white hair and blue eyes that seemed a little hazy, dreamy almost, as if she wasn't quite present.
"When did you live on Noriega, Grandma?" Emma asked.
"A long time ago," she said. "When your father was in high school. It was such a pretty house." She turned to her husband. "You painted the wall behind our bed blue, remember?"
"Just like your eyes," Patrick said, his loving gaze on his wife.
There was clearly a strong connection between the two, Max thought, wondering what it would be like to be in love and married to someone for fifty years. He couldn't even imagine it.
Eleanor smiled at her husband. "We had so much fun in that house, big dinners with all the kids around the table. I was happy." She paused, her smile fading. "But then we had to leave. We had to move after that bad, bad day."
"No one wants to hear about that," Patrick told his wife, his tone sharp and purposeful.
"It's going to be okay, isn't it?" she asked, worry in her eyes as she gazed at her husband. "You said it would. You promised."
"It's fine," he assured her. "It was a long time ago."
"What was a long time ago?" Emma asked.
"Don't add to the confusion with questions," Patrick said, giving Emma a harsh look.
Emma quickly apologized. "I'm sorry."
"I'm Patrick Callaway," her grandfather said, his attention turning to Max. "And this is my wife Eleanor."
"I'm very happy to meet you both." He wondered how he could extricate himself from a situation that seemed to be turning more awkward by the moment. He had no idea what Emma's grandmother was talking about, but her odd comments seemed to have left everyone at the table speechless.
Eleanor suddenly stiffened, confusion in her expression as she pointed her finger at Max. "You're not Emma's boyfriend. You're not Jon."
"No. I'm Max."
"I like Jon." She gave Emma an annoyed and bewildered look. "Why aren't you with Jon? He always brings me those hard candies."
"Jon and I broke up, Grandma."
"But he loved you. You loved him. You were going to get married and have babies."
Emma cleared her throat. "We decided it wasn't right."
"So this man is your new boyfriend?" Eleanor demanded, not looking at all happy about it.
"No, he's a colleague. We work together sometimes. That's all." She looked relieved when Burke arrived at the table, interrupting their conversation. "Burke," she said with relief. "You're here. And Max is here."
"So I see," Burke said, shaking his hand. "Did you meet everyone?"
"Emma was just introducing me," he replied.
Emma waved her hand toward the other members of her family. "My mom, Lynda, sister, Shayla, brother, Colton."
Her mother and siblings said hello. Colton appeared more interested in whatever he was reading on his phone than the conversation at hand. Shayla gave him a very curious look. Fortunately he did not have to talk to anyone, as a group of people approached the table to offer Jack congratulations.
To give the newcomers more room, Max moved a few steps away. Emma did the same.
"Sorry about that," she said. "My grandmother is in the early stages of Alzheimer's, and we never know what is going to come out of her mouth."
"I'm sorry to hear that she's ill."
"It's hard to watch her deteriorate. She was a very sharp woman when I was younger. I couldn't get anything past her." Emma frowned. "I can't believe she remembered Jon. He hasn't been around the family in months."
"Apparently, the candies he brought her stuck in her head."
"I brought the candies for her birthday. He just took the credit." Emma's gaze drifted back to her grandmother. "I don't know what she was referring to when she alluded to some bad, bad day. It was such an odd thing to say."
"It sounded like your grandfather knew what it was about. He was quick to cut her off."
Her gaze swung back to him, her eyes questioning. "I thought so, too. It's the second time in the last few weeks that Grandma has mentioned a secret, and the second time Grandpa has changed the subject. But I can't imagine what secret she would be keeping.
"Have you asked your grandfather about it?"
"No. You don't ask my grandfather things like that. To be honest, I've always been a little scared of him. He's the only one in the family who ever made me feel like a stepchild."
Her comment surprised him. Emma seemed so confident, so sure of her place in the world, but in this moment he could see uncertainty in her eyes, and he wondered if she had to be good, had to be right, in order to prove herself to her family because she wasn't a Callaway by blood. It might explain why she was so determined to win, to succeed, to be the best at everything.
"Anyway," she said, turning her focus back to him. "How come you never told me you grew up here, and don't say it's because I didn't ask. I spoke to you about Los Angeles and your reason for transferring, and you never said anything about the fact that you were actually coming home."
"I haven't thought of this city as home in a very long time. I left when I was eighteen. That was fourteen years ago."
"Is your family still here?"
"Some of them."
"Why did you leave and why did you come back?" she asked, as she took a sip of her water.
"I left to go to college, and I came back because it was time."
"That's deliberately vague, Harrison."
"Maybe you should take a hint and drop the subject, Callaway."
She gave a dramatic sigh. "Another person with a secret. I seem to be surrounded by them tonight."
He smiled. "I don't know about that. Your Italian boys seemed up front and outgoing."
"The Moretti twins? I've known them forever. They're not to be taken seriously."
Her dismissive words made him feel oddly better about the interaction he'd witnessed earlier. "Are you sure about that? The first one looked really into you."
"Tony is a huge flirt. He's that way with everyone."
"If you say so."
"I do say so," she said firmly. "What about you? No date tonight?"
"You do like to be the man of mystery, don't you?"
"I've heard it adds to my charm."
"Charm? You think you have charm?" she asked doubtfully.
He couldn't help but grin at her disgruntled expression. "Apparently, you don't think so."
"Tonight is the first time I've ever seen you smile. So maybe there's more to you than I thought."
"Maybe there is."
She stared at him, then said, "Well, I don't have time for mystery men. I have my hands full at the moment."
He should be relieved by her answer, but he found himself oddly disappointed.
"I should go and mingle," she added.
"You should," he said, downing his drink. "I have to take off."
"I have an early morning. Have a good night."
He set his empty glass down on a nearby table and moved quickly through the crowded restaurant. When he stepped outside, he was surprised to see a guy peering into the windows of the bar. He wore jeans and a big sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head. The man jerked when he realized Max was looking at him. He turned quickly and walked away.
Uneasiness ran down Max's spine. His car was in the opposite direction, but something made him follow the guy down the street. The man picked up his pace when he reached the corner. Max did the same, but when he jogged around the block, the guy was gone.
Max stopped, frustrated that he'd lost him, even though he didn't really know why he was in pursuit. But he'd trusted his instincts for a very long time, and most of the time his gut did not steer him wrong. Maybe this time, however, his instincts were off. He was on edge. His life was about to change in a big way, and he didn't know if he was ready.
Turning, he walked back the way he'd come. When he reached his car, his phone rang. He pulled it out and saw his mother's number. His stomach muscles clenched.
"Mom? What's up?"
"I just want to make sure you're going to pick me up at eight o'clock tomorrow," she said.
"I promised I would," he replied.
"Don't be late. Your brother has waited long enough for this day."
"I won't be late," he promised. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and then opened his car door and slid behind the wheel, his heart racing a little too fast as he thought about the next morningabout the sixty-mile drive north to the prison where he would pick up his brother.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Very enjoyable contemporary suspenseful romantic story. Looking forward to the next book. LA-TXN
Romantic suspense at it's very best. The Callaways are a wonderful family. Emma is a strong woman who loves her job as an Arson Investigator. Max, her love interest is a Homicide Detective. Sparks fly in more than the fires. The Callaway family is a bigger than life family. Love meeting each and every one, and seeing how their separate and family lives intertwine in each book. You will never go wrong choosing a Barbara Freethy novel.
Great read!! Recommend very highly!!!
This is the second in the series and it like the first one was a great book. It introduced us to new members of the Callaway family, along with bringing us back some of the characters from the first one. It's the perfect mix of suspense and romance. Its a page turner.
Enjoyed this one without reading #1 - Great family story!
Emma Calloway is a former fire fighter, now fire investigator. She loves what she does and she is good at it! When Max Harrison, a homicide detective, starts showing up at 'her' scenes, she is very annoyed even if she is secretly attracted to him. Emma is a few months out of a relationship, not looking for another one, and Max considers himself not a relationship guy. Both of them are afraid of love, and on the surface two very different people. Emma is an optimist, her glass is always half full. Her family is big, nosy, and loving. Max's glass is always half empty and he has some problems with his family that he needs to work through. He also thinks he and Emma are too different to work... Some day Emma wants to have a family of her own, Max has no desire for that. Between multiple arson's, a missing person and a body, Emma and Max end up working together far more often than either of them wants to. Soon they find they work really well together...in fact they do a lot of things really well together! Both are determined not to let things get serious, especially since they have to work together...but will they really have a choice? With Emma as the common demonimator in the arson's, then threatened, Max wants nothing more than to keep her with him and safe. The sparks are flying and not only at the fires Emma goes to investigate! Neither of them expected the spark between them to flame into something much more...but is there any chance a relationship between them can work out? Can Max admit to himself and to Emma before it's too late how he feels? I loved this second book in the Calloway series by Barbara Freethy! Emma and Max's story is a hot, romantic read that will really make you feel for the characters, especially Max. Honestly I loved Emma and Max, they were people with real emotions and real issues. I also really like that they are mature, with some life experience behind them to (hopefully) grow from. Once again Barbara gives us an excellently written peek into the Calloway family (who I love!)! While Emma and Max are the focus of So This is Love, it was great to catch up with Sara and Aiden as well as other family members. The other family members weren't as prominent as they were in On a Night Like This (first book in the Calloway series), but we still got glimpses of them and what's to come! I also really like that Barbara finishes Emma and Max's story, but leaves us enough mystery and intrigue with the rest of the family that we're satisfied, not left hanging, but rather eagerly anticipating her next Calloway book. Barbara manages to weave a perfect romance filled with laughter, love, a lot of heat, and just the right amount of suspense. I highly recommend So This is Love to anyone looking for a sexy romance with characters you will love!
Big ole Irish family, lots of bickering fun, family secrets and excitment. There' s even sex to read or skip but do get the book anyway you will enjoy.
This is a must read,once you start to read I guarantee it will be hard for you to put down. Great author!!
K i dont mean to be rude at all, but it needs a lot better details in the emotional sense and in the plot. Come to cody result one to find out what im talking about. It was good other than that though :)
PLEASE WRITE MORE
Great story. Love this family and their strong commitment. Must read
I really enjoyed this love story. You will love it too if you like good raomancenovels.
Love the Callaways, and this book is no exception! The characters are interesting, fun, and keep me on my toes, and the suspense of the book is classic Barbara - which is to say, awesome! Highly recommend if you are interested in romance and mystery!
I loved the story of Aiden and Sarah so I knew this book would not disappoint. Looking forward to picking up the following one.
Fantastic read! I love the Callaway family. Emma & Max are a great couple. This book took up where the previous one left off with the arson fires. There was laughter, sadness, family and of course, love. Looking forward to reading more in this series.
Emma and Max are goals. They are they everyday couple...... Iwnt to know more about them
Wish it was longer
love this series. GREAT AUTHOUR!!!!
Loved the story
Emma Callaway and Max Harrison do not get along. Max, a police detective and Emma, a fire investigator do not see eye to eye on anything. Both are dealing with upheavals within their personal lives. Emma dealing with a tough breakup and being the only female fighter feels she has to prove her worthiness in male dominated field. Max is dealing with the guilt of heartbreak that he feels from family. When these two team of to solve an arson/murder case, will they find comfort and redemption in the most unexpected of places? Or will the danger be too much to take? An action packed book with two strong characters. Good story.