The Fireman & The Cop
Cover By Meredith Russell
The Book
Rescuing cop Finn Ryan from a burning precinct was easy; it's keeping him alive Max Harrison finds difficult.
Firefighter, Max Harrison, is running from the city and finds peace in the sleepy Smoky Mountains town of Ellery. Finn Ryan is one of only three cops in Ellery, and someone is out to hurt him. Can Max find the arsonist, and keep Finn alive?
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Excerpt
“I like firefighters,” he whispered and coughed.
“Sorry?” Max leaned in to hear him over the noise and chaos outside the rig.
“Firefighters… I can never find a gay one.”
Well, I like cops, Max thought.
He’d had proposals of marriage before from grateful women he’d rescued, but of course, he was way too professional, and too gay, to take them up on their offers. Was this cop coming on to him?
The guy was clearly delirious or oxygen-deprived or something. Max was used to this kind of reaction, and he generally played along. The people he rescued being very thankful was a given, and Max always took their comments in good humor, as did any firefighter in his position.
“Your bodies are fiiiine,” the patient was slurring. His expression was less focused and tending more toward unconsciousness. “And your hoses. Never find a gay one, though.” Then he started mumbling and suddenly closed his eyes.
Max moved swiftly out of the way and found himself watching as the rig moved off with the cop inside—to St Martin’s Hospital, he guessed.
A gay cop had come on to him, and then slumped into unconsciousness. They’d meet again—this was a small town—but the chances that the cop, Finn, would recall anything of what had just happened were slim.
Typical.
Max resolved to go and visit the guy in the hospital; only to check and see if everything was okay. That was all. Nothing to do with the whole men-in-uniform thing. Or the fact that the gay cop had the greenest eyes against the bloodshot red.
“Look lively, Max,” Chief Quinn instructed.
It was a long time until the all clear. Even longer back to his small rented house and to the shower. He’d fit in a visit before work tomorrow, which, according to the clock on the microwave, was less than three hours away. The downside of volunteering was showing up at work, as usual, the next day. He knew his new employer would allow him some leeway, but it was only his second day working for the mayor of Ellery, and he hoped to hell the newness of the position would keep his feet moving and his brain alert.
Otherwise, he was fucked.
Rescuing cop Finn Ryan from a burning precinct was easy; it's keeping him alive Max Harrison finds difficult.
Firefighter, Max Harrison, is running from the city and finds peace in the sleepy Smoky Mountains town of Ellery. Finn Ryan is one of only three cops in Ellery, and someone is out to hurt him. Can Max find the arsonist, and keep Finn alive?
Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Smashwords | Barnes & Noble | KOBO | iTunes
Excerpt
“I like firefighters,” he whispered and coughed.
“Sorry?” Max leaned in to hear him over the noise and chaos outside the rig.
“Firefighters… I can never find a gay one.”
Well, I like cops, Max thought.
He’d had proposals of marriage before from grateful women he’d rescued, but of course, he was way too professional, and too gay, to take them up on their offers. Was this cop coming on to him?
The guy was clearly delirious or oxygen-deprived or something. Max was used to this kind of reaction, and he generally played along. The people he rescued being very thankful was a given, and Max always took their comments in good humor, as did any firefighter in his position.
“Your bodies are fiiiine,” the patient was slurring. His expression was less focused and tending more toward unconsciousness. “And your hoses. Never find a gay one, though.” Then he started mumbling and suddenly closed his eyes.
Max moved swiftly out of the way and found himself watching as the rig moved off with the cop inside—to St Martin’s Hospital, he guessed.
A gay cop had come on to him, and then slumped into unconsciousness. They’d meet again—this was a small town—but the chances that the cop, Finn, would recall anything of what had just happened were slim.
Typical.
Max resolved to go and visit the guy in the hospital; only to check and see if everything was okay. That was all. Nothing to do with the whole men-in-uniform thing. Or the fact that the gay cop had the greenest eyes against the bloodshot red.
“Look lively, Max,” Chief Quinn instructed.
It was a long time until the all clear. Even longer back to his small rented house and to the shower. He’d fit in a visit before work tomorrow, which, according to the clock on the microwave, was less than three hours away. The downside of volunteering was showing up at work, as usual, the next day. He knew his new employer would allow him some leeway, but it was only his second day working for the mayor of Ellery, and he hoped to hell the newness of the position would keep his feet moving and his brain alert.
Otherwise, he was fucked.