Emergency Love Services
Remember the call…
I was used to doing things alone, just me and my trusty dog, Duke. We were a solo team ever since my partner retired and I transferred over to the K-9 unit. Duke was the best police officer I'd ever worked with, and the only male I needed in my life. That was until Travis Cooper, beefcake firefighter, caught a job I'm looking into.
He was first on the scene of a major arson, and because we each had a unique set of skills, the brass thought it would be a good idea for us to work together. I'll never forget the first time he looked into my eyes and said, "You're in over your head, girl scout."
That's when I knew the gloves were coming off. I was going to give Travis a whole lot more than he bargained for, starting by knocking him down a few pegs.
What fire does not destroy, it hardens…
Another arsonist has picked up where the last one left off. Only this new guy is even more dangerous and doesn't care whether the buildings he burns are occupied or not. Hundreds of people are put in harm's way, and it's up to us to rescue them.
My firefighter boyfriend Travis—a calendar model with a sweet spot for dogs and lazy days in bed—is the last, best defense against the criminal. Every time we get a call, I hold my breath and hope that I'll see him again. And when we find our way back into each other's arms, we hold on tightly, racing to get all our loving in before the dawn.
That's when the bad guy starts leaving clues at the crime scenes. Symbols drawn in spray paint that I've only seen once before.
Never let the same flame burn your twice…
The mob boss we were after set a trap.
No sooner had we arrived at the fire than an explosion punched through the early evening, showering the streets with burning shrapnel. My boyfriend Travis, one of Denver's best firefighters, went in alone, leaving me outside to watch and hope.
The higher the flames grew, the more concerned I became. What if he didn't make it out? What if the criminal responsible added Travis's death to his growing list of homicides? I fought with my baser instincts; a raging inferno was no place for a cop. My job was afterward, sifting through the ash, looking for clues.
Just when I thought all was lost, Travis reappeared, but he wasn't alone. A beautiful firefighter was with him, carrying a child they had rescued. If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn they were a family: a mother and father braving death itself to rescue their offspring. I knew it was petty, but I couldn't extinguish the spark of jealousy their appearance ignited.
When all this was over, would Travis choose me? Or was our love fated to die in the flames that consumed the city?