Ignite on Contact

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New York Times bestselling author Jaci Burton is back with a friends-to-lovers romance sure to melt hearts as one smokin’-hot fireman turns up the heat on love.

Relationships. Firefighter Rafe Donovan avoids them whenever possible. He loves dating women, but he makes sure they know up front that he’s in it for fun, great sex and nothing more.

Fun. As an ER nurse and official caretaker of her disabled grandfather, Carmen Lewis doesn’t have time for fun. But Rafe has been there for Carmen–and her grandfather–time and again, and he’s clearly interested in her. She knows he’s a player, but she’s tempted by his charm and incredible body. And maybe a little fun isn’t a bad thing, as long as she keeps her heart away from this fiery game she’s enjoying with a very hot man.

Love. It doesn’t take Rafe long to realize that until now he’s only been playing at romance. With Carmen he feels searing passion and heart-tugging emotion for the first time. Now he has to convince Carmen that what they have together is the real deal.“Ignite on Contact is Burton’s best book yet, a great romance about two good people who have to work hard for their HEAs in a world that is anchored by the serious reality of their jobs.”
—All About Romance

“Spicy love scenes and charming supporting characters…. Burton will delight existing fans and win herself even more with this sweet, sexy romance.”
—Publishers Weekly

“A steamy story with two relationship-shy neighbors whose stubbornness fans their passions.”
—Library Journal

“Jaci Burton’s stories are full of heat and heart.”
—Maya Banks, #1 New York Times bestselling author
 
“Jaci Burton’s books are always sexy, romantic, and charming!”
—Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author

“Jaci Burton is a stalwart in the romance genre.”
—USA Today

“A wild ride.”
—Lora Leigh, #1 New York Times bestselling author, on Riding the Edge

“One to pick up and savor.”
—Publishers Weekly, on Surviving Demon Island
 
“Jaci Burton delivers.”
—Cherry Adair, New York Times bestselling author
 
 “Captures everything I love about a small-town romance.”
—Fresh Fiction, on Hope BurnsJaci Burton is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Play-by-Play series, the Hope series and the Wild Riders series, and part of several anthologies with Lora LeighChapter 1

Flames licked all around Rafe Donovan, the heat from the house fire causing sweat to drip down his face and inside of his SCBA mask. Since he couldn’t wipe his face, he blinked instead, clearing the perspiration from his eyes.

Rafe firmly gripped the lead hose to douse the blaze threatening to drop a fiery ceiling on their heads. Tommy Rodriguez had his back, feeding him more line. They soaked the flames in the living room, pushing through the dining room and into the kitchen, driving the beast back.

“It’s wearing down,” Rafe said, watching as the inferno tried to roar, then inched back into the walls as he blasted it with water. “You don’t win today, you bastard.”

“You tell that fucker, Rafe,” Rodriguez said.

Fire was his nemesis, the thing that had almost killed him back when he was a kid. It had also saved his life, turned it around and given him a new beginning. But it still had to die. Every day he faced it, it had to die.

When the blaze was finally extinguished, he exhaled. The Engine 6 team did a walk around, pulling down walls to make sure fire didn’t lurk in the Sheetrock, waiting to reignite. He made his way outside and pulled off his mask, sucking in a deep breath of Ft. Lauderdale’s hot summer air.

It might be humid as hell, and he might be drenched under his turnout gear, but he’d survived. No one was inside the house when the fire broke out, so he’d call this one a success.

He looked at the one-story ranch, charred but still standing. It looked a little beaten down, but the old house would come back.

“Nice job in there.” Jackson Donovan, his brother and his lieutenant, patted him on the back.

“Thanks.”

He grinned and headed back to the truck, elation blasting through him as it always did when they were successful.

He loved his job. If he could do it every day, he would.

They began to wrap up. They were folding the hoses and packing up equipment when smoke started pouring from the roof.

“Dammit,” Rafe said. How had they missed that? He heard Jackson’s voice ordering them to get back into the house. Rafe loaded a fresh tank of oxygen on his back and put his mask on, then waited for his backup.

Rodriguez was right behind him as they returned inside.

“Be careful in there, all of you,” Jackson said. “I don’t like the looks of that smoke.”

“Yeah, got it,” Rafe said. He didn’t like the skittering feeling crawling down his back. He had a sixth sense about fire, and which scenes posed a danger. This one didn’t feel right to him. Something was off.

Inside looked clear, which meant the smoke was hiding in the walls somewhere. Hendricks and Richards were inside, too, helping them inspect. They’d broken off, going in the opposite direction.

“There’s no heat, no smoke,” Rafe said as they made their way around the house, testing more walls for fire. “So where’s the smoke coming from?”

“Attic, maybe,” Rodriguez said.

“Already up in the attic and cleared it,” Hendricks said into his radio. “So whatever we saw, it isn’t up here.”

Damn. It wasn’t unusual for a fire to snake along the walls, lurking, moving from one location to another. Which meant they’d have to check behind the drywall in every room until they found it and extinguished it. Rafe used his drywall hook to cut open a section of wall, checking for smoke in one of the smaller back bedrooms.

“Anything?” Jackson radioed.

“Still looking,” Rafe radioed back. “Not finding anything.”

“I don’t like this,” Jackson said. “Keep a sharp eye.”

Rafe was already doing that. The whole team was in here now, cutting through and dragging down sections of walls to search for smoke, looking for hot spots.

When Rafe got to the closet in the hallway, he felt the door. It was hot, and the paint on the outside of the door was bubbling.

“There you are,” he whispered, then turned to Rodriguez. “We need to vent this through the roof.”

He was about to notify Jackson that they were exiting when he was knocked back off his feet by an explosion.

And then everything went dark.

–

Busy shifts in the emergency room at Ft. Lauderdale Medical Center were Carmen Lewis’s jam. It was a big-city emergency room, serving a large population that made for demanding days. Carmen’s shifts went fast because she rarely stopped moving. She relished the fast pace, but even more, she loved helping the sick and injured.

She was charting in the station when her friend and fellow nurse Tess Blackstone stopped by. “The patient in room seven is ready for discharge according to Dr. Lange. Scrip for pain meds and a follow-up with his personal physician in a week. Room six is still waiting for someone to take her up for a CT scan. I just administered another bolus of morphine to room eight with Dr. Chan’s approval.”

Carmen nodded and updated the patient charts, signing off on the discharge for room seven. “Call CT-again-and tell them we’ve been waiting an hour and a half for that scan. What’s the status on the patient in room three?”

“Waiting to be taken up for an angiogram.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“I’ll see what’s up with CT-again,” Tess said, picking up the phone and rolling her eyes at Carmen.

Carmen grinned, confident Tess would do her job well. All her nurses did. She had the best staff in the hospital, in her opinion. As triage nurse and supervisor of the department, Carmen had her hands in everything in the ER, which meant she was always managing chaos. Just the way she liked it.

EMTs rolled in with a firefighter strapped to a stretcher, bringing Carmen to instant alert. She recognized Rafe right away since he and his brothers lived in the house next door to hers. As a nurse running an ER, she never panicked, but she hated seeing someone she knew on that stretcher.

His face was covered with ash and grit, but she was happy to see he was awake and seemingly alert as she directed the paramedics to take him into room five.

The attending physician came into the room at the same time to do an assessment.

“Explosion at a house fire,” EMT Miguel Acosta said. “He took a pretty good blast that knocked him unconscious.”

Acosta and his fellow EMT Adrienne Smith unstrapped Rafe and moved him from the stretcher onto the ER bed.

“But as you can see,” Rafe said, “I’m not unconscious now.”

“Patient was down for approximately three minutes but roused quickly,” Miguel said.

“And then he was a royal pain in the ass in the ambulance all the way here,” Smith said, glaring at Rafe. “So he’s alert and oriented times three.”

“Any vomiting?” Dr. Lange asked.

“None,” Smith said.

“Thanks, Adrienne,” Carmen said. “We’ll take it from here.”

Miguel smiled at Rafe. “Behave yourself.”

Rafe tried to sit up, but Carmen laid a firm hand on his shoulder. “Nope. Stay put until we assess you.”

Dr. Lange did a physical and neurological exam.

“No burns, but he does have a bump on the head. No external injuries. Get him set up on an IV and EKG and do his vitals and blood work,” Dr. Lange said. “Let’s order a CT scan.”

She nodded and Dr. Lange stepped out. Carmen went to the cabinet to get the leads and everything else she’d need, then alerted one of the other nurses to bring her IV fluids.

“I shouldn’t even be here,” Rafe said.

“You know the protocol, Rafe,” Carmen said, giving him her standard nurse stare. No one ever argued with her stare. It was pretty fierce.

Rafe, apparently, wasn’t fazed by her glare.

“Whatever, Carmen. I’m fine.”

“Sure you are. Let’s get you out of that turnout gear.”

He grinned. “Getting me naked. Now we’re talkin’.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Can you sit up?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She held out her hand. He grasped it and sat up, much too fast for her liking.

She noticed he winced, and then he wobbled on the table a little.

“Head hurt?”

He reached for his forehead, cradling it in his hand. “A little. Damn backdraft caught me unaware, and the door knocked me backward. And out cold, I guess.”

She’d known Rafe and his brothers since they moved next door to her four years ago. Rafe helped her all the time with her grandfather. Over the years, they’d grown close, and the thought of him being hurt made her hurt.

She helped him unlatch his jacket and slide it off. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

He shrugged out of his coat, and Carmen couldn’t help but admire his broad shoulders encased in his tight T-shirt, something she shouldn’t be noticing right now.

“Can you stand so we can get the rest of your turnout gear off?”

“Yeah.”

“Hold my hand.”

His lips curved, revealing his amazing smile. “Carmen, I never knew you were interested.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Up. Hold my hand.”

He took her fingers and dropped his suspenders, letting the pants fall while he stepped out of his boots.

The hottest man she knew was undressing in front of her. At least partially undressing. Even in his T-shirt and standard uniform pants, standing this close to him made Carmen feel things she hadn’t felt since-

Longer than she’d like to admit. Which she wasn’t going to think about, because right now Rafe was a patient. And that’s all he was to her.

“Come on, climb back into bed. Shirt off.”

“See, you flirting with me like this makes my head feel a lot better.”

She shot him a look. “At least your sense of humor is still intact.”

He gave her a lopsided grin. “Always.”

He pulled his shirt off, and she refused to notice his wide shoulders and muscled chest, or the very interesting tattoo on the back of his right shoulder.

Okay, she did notice the tattoo, the Maltese cross with the three fists and the words “Brotherhood by Fire” surrounded by flames. She wanted to ask. She didn’t. He was hurt and she was his nurse and it was none of her business. She got him into a gown and hooked up to the machines so they could chart his vitals, all of which were ridiculously normal. She checked his eyes, which were dilating normally as well-a very good sign.

Amy, one of the nurses, brought her the fluid bag, so she started the IV. Rafe didn’t even flinch when she inserted the needle, which wasn’t a surprise. The guy was tough. She wet a washcloth with warm water and brought it over to clean the soot and grime off his face.

“I didn’t know a bath was included,” he said, his warm brown eyes studying her the entire time.

Heat sang through her body. Normally, cleaning a patient was an emotionless task. She did it because it was part of her job. But with Rafe it felt . . . different. Intimate. Unnerving.

“I thought we might want to clean off some of this residue from the fire.”

“A nice hot shower would feel really good right about now.”

She swept his thick dark hair away from his forehead and finished cleaning his face. Such a gorgeous face, too, with angular lines and a very strong jaw. “Can’t do that for you, but does this feel better?”

He reached up and wrapped his fingers around hers. “You touching me feels good.”

That heat she felt earlier was replaced by an incredible tingling sensation that settled somewhere in the vicinity of her sex.

Whoa, girl, back up.

Which she did. “Okay, I can actually see your face now.”

He smiled, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on her.

She needed to remind herself that Rafe Donovan was a patient, and her neighbor, and that nothing was ever going to happen between the two of them.

Ever.

No matter how many times she’d fantasized about him.US

Additional information

Dimensions	0.7700 × 5.4200 × 8.2100 in
Series	Brotherhood by Fire
Imprint	Berkley
ISBN-13	09780440001379
ISBN-10	0440001374
Author	Jaci Burton
Audience	General / adult
BISAC	FIC027000, FIC027350
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