Author: Kim Redford
Series: Smokin’ Hot Cowboys, #2
ISBN: 9781492621508
Pubdate: January 3, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Western
He’s
all the heat she’ll ever need.
Lauren
Sheridan’s return to Wildcat Bluff after the death of her husband is
bittersweet. Thirteen years have passed since she set foot in the place that’s
always held her heart…and the sizzling memories of her high school sweetheart.
Kent
Duval has it all. A proud rancher and volunteer firefighter in the small town
of Wildcat Bluff, he’s missing only one thing from his life: passion. Kent last
saw Lauren Sheridan when she was sweet sixteen and they were head-over-heels in
love. Now she’s back, spunky daughter in tow, and he no longer knows which way
is up. As the heat between them builds, Kent can’t help but wonder if past
flames can be rekindled and second chances really do exist.
A Note from Kim Redford:
I’m excited to share one of my favorite firefighter
characters!
The Towering Inferno (1974) was adapted from two novels: The Tower (1973) by Richard Martin Stern and The Glass Inferno (1974) by Thomas N. Scortia and Frank M.
Robinson. The movie received eight Academy Award nominations, won three Oscars,
and was the highest-grossing film of its release year. In San Francisco, an
electrical short starts a fire on the 81st floor of the 138 stories
of the Glass Tower. SFFD Chief Michael O’Halloran (Steve McQueen) guides
firefighters in their quest to rescue occupants and stop the blaze. Architect
Doug Roberts (Paul Newman) braves the fire to help rescue trapped people that
includes his fiancée Susan Franklin (Faye Dunaway). Chief O’Halloran, as well
as Doug Roberts, demonstrates the crucial traits of American heroes in skill,
bravery, and determination to save others.
He's one hero who inspired my
Smokin’ Hot Cowboys series of contemporary cowboy firefighter novels.
Enjoy this sneak peek:
In Wildcat Bluff County, Texas . . .
Kent Duval joined other firefighters in front of a burning
barn. He wasn’t wearing much firefighter gear, so he’d pump water and roll hose
from the booster while another volunteer used the nozzle to wet a perimeter around
the structure.
Streams of water hit the building and steam rose along with
smoke as Kent and the other first responders fought to bring the blaze under
control. Even so, the fire quickly expanded in size as it ate up oxygen. Soon
the wooden barn was fully engaged and pumping smoke. Flames surged higher into
the sky. They kept up the water barrage, beating back the blaze despite the
orange-and-yellow flames spitting and licking and clawing to take back what was
lost. Every fire had its own personality. This one reminded Kent of a dangerous
wild bull.
And just when he thought they had the blaze contained, a
piece of shake-shingle roof was
ripped off by the wind and whipped across firefighter
heads to land in the adjacent pasture. Flames immediately set the dry grass
ablaze, and a line of fire headed straight for the nearby house at Twin Oaks.
“Watch my pump!” When Kent got a nod of understanding from
another firefighter, he took off running, hoping he could stomp out the fire
with his cowboy boots before it took hold and swept away from them.
He got ahead of the blaze, but the flames were quickly consuming
the grass. He stomped hard, making a little headway, but he quickly realized he
wasn’t able to do enough fast enough. And the other firefighters couldn’t leave
the barn. He’d have to call for backup, but he feared the engine couldn’t get
there in time.
Just as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, he heard Lauren
calling to him. He glanced up. She’d crossed the road, dragging a heavy fire
extinguisher in each hand, up to the barbwire fence. He could’ve cheered
because she might just have saved the day.
He pocketed his cell, ran over to her, grabbed the canisters, and
set them down on his side of the fence.
“Hold up the barbwire and I’ll crawl under,” she said as she went
down on her knees.
“Lauren, I don’t want you in danger.”
“I’m not letting that fire get anywhere near my daughter at Twin
Oaks.” She lay down and started to crawl on her stomach under the fence.
He quickly raised the bottom strand of wire so she wouldn’t tear her
clothes or scratch her back.
Once she was on the other side, she grabbed a can and dragged it
toward the leading edge of the blaze.
He used the black strap to hang the other fire extinguisher over his
shoulder and caught up. He tried to take the canister from her, but she gave
him a no nonsense look.
“Two of us are faster than one,” she said. “I remember how to use
these cans, so let’s get to it.”
He grinned, loving her sassiness even as he wanted to keep her safe.
He knew better. This was his Lauren, and she didn’t back down for nothing or
nobody. “Let’s do it.”
Together, they got out in front of the fire and started spraying the
potent chemical on the blaze, leaving a trail of yellow. They continued to
relentlessly douse the flames till nothing was left except charred grass. When
their fire extinguishers were empty, they tossed them aside, and then stomped
on the crisp grass to make sure there were no hot embers left that might
reignite.
Finally, Kent picked up one empty canister and hung it from his
shoulder by the strap before he put the other strap over his free shoulder. He
couldn’t resist leaning down and giving Lauren a quick kiss.
“Don’t you know I’m too hot to handle?” she teased, chuckling with a
sound caught somewhere between delight and relief.
“Guess I’m looking to get burned.”
“I think we’re both a little on the scorched side.” She pointed
toward the barn. “But that building took the brunt of it.”
He looked in that direction. He felt a vast sense of comfort when he
saw the old barn was nothing more than a pile of black rubble with a red-orange
glow of banked embers here and there. He glanced back at the blackened patch of
pasture. He’d been cocky tonight—maybe because being with Lauren had made him
feel like Superman. He knew better. You could never count on a fire doing what
it was supposed to do, and particularly not when it was a raging bull of a
blaze.
He clasped Lauren’s hand and threaded their fingers together. “Guess
you’re a Wildcat Bluff volunteer firefighter all over again.”
She squeezed his hand. “I feel like I’ve never been gone.”
“Let’s get you home.”
“Twin Oaks will look mighty good.”
But Kent hadn’t been thinking about that place. He’d been thinking
about his own farmhouse on Cougar Ranch.
About the author:
Kim Redford is an acclaimed author of
Western romance novels.
She grew up in Texas with cowboys, cowgirls, horses, cattle, and rodeos for
inspiration. She divides her time between homes in Texas and Oklahoma, where
she’s a rescue cat wrangler and horseback rider—when she takes a break from her
keyboard. Visit her at kimredford.com.
Author Website: www.kimredford.com
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