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by N.J. Walters
This is a revised edition of a novella that originally appeared in the Into the Flames boxed set.
When a raging fire engulfs her apartment, Martha Benson can do nothing but send up desperate prayers that she might somehow be rescued--until she suddenly finds herself being carried out in the powerful arms of the one man she never expected to see again, Frank Ellis. When he miraculously parts the demonic wall of flames and leads them to safety, she's stunned to realize that this ruggedly handsome man who once broke her heart can still stir sensual desires she'd long given up on ever feeling again.
As a young man, Frank was consumed by a haunting connection to fire that he did not understand and lived in fear that he might accidentally harm Martha. Forced to walk away from her for her own safety, he still dreamed of her and their youthful passion. And now that he has found her again nearly twenty years later, he's determined to never leave her, and he knows he must learn to harness his mystical power to win her trust and make her his own.
As their reunion sparks their desire anew and forges a deep emotional and erotic bond, Frank and Martha must both confront their fears to rise from the ashes of their past and rekindle a love that can never be extinguished...
"A cute, fiery story full of passion, suspense and gut wrenching emotions."
4 Stars--Stormy Vixen's Book Reviews
"For a quick read, this novella was packed with story, action, and some paranormal elements. This was a great second chance romance with just enough twists and turns to keep me reading."
5 Stars--Dark Thoughts Reviews
"...I really enjoyed it!"
4 Stars--Donna's Book Blog
Excerpt from Rescue Me
©2015 & 2019 N.J. Walters
"I'm going in." He pointed to the right. His instincts were driving him hard and he never ignored them.
Frank had barely taken a step when his head jerked around, almost of its own volition, to focus on the apartment on the left side of the hallway. The fire licked up the walls and the heat was ramping up. He knew Sanchez had to be finding it difficult to navigate.
"We need to go back." He heard Sanchez's voice over the radio but ignored it. "Damn it, Ellis," his friend yelled when Frank didn't turn back.
"Wait here," he told him. "And get out if it gets too bad." The fire couldn't hurt him, wouldn't hurt him. The others might burn but not him. He and the fire were one.
Frank knew he'd get in trouble for his actions--he often did--but that didn't stop him from doing what he knew was right. The apartment door was like a wall of fire when he approached it. Frank didn't hesitate. He lifted the axe in his hand, drew back and slammed the heavy head of the tool into the area just below the lock. The door flew open and he stepped inside the inferno.
The flames reached out as though trying to stroke his skin. They were so beautiful, so alive, it was tough not to become mesmerized by them. He shook his head to clear it. Ignoring the heat and smoke, he headed to the far end of the apartment. It took precious seconds for him to check the bedroom. Damn the smoke. It was so thick he could barely see his hand in front of his face.
He felt along the wall and found another door. He twisted the knob and shoved it open. It was the bathroom. He took a step forward and almost stumbled over a towel that had been shoved against the bottom crack of the door. His heart sped up.
Over his radio, he could hear the chief ordering everyone out. He ignored it. He was too close to stop now. The room was small and he knew there was only one place the occupant would be--the bathtub. He made his way there and, sure enough, a woman was curled up with what looked to be a damp towel over her head.
Frank set his axe aside and lifted the woman into his arms. He prayed he wasn't too late. Her eyes fluttered open and his heart nearly stopped. In spite of the smoke and the fire, he could see her eyes. They were eyes he knew well. They'd haunted his dreams for half his life.
by N.J. Walters
Part of Blue Collar: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology
When it comes to love...Blue Collar is better!
It's time to set aside those sexy billionaires and enjoy stories about the everyday, even sexier bad boys you meet in real life. They may have dirty hands and wear tool belts and jeans instead of Rolex watches, but they're earthy alpha males unafraid to get down and dirty when face to face with a woman in need--whatever her need may be!
Roadside Assistance by N.J. Walters--When a woman's car breaks down, she gets a little "roadside assistance" from her ex... could this be their second chance at love?
In "Elevation" by Megan Mitcham, an always-in-control policewoman trapped in an elevator shaft gets a sexy rescue from the handsome repairman. A lonely woman drives a thousand miles to meet an oil field roughneck ready for a long night of laying pipe in Mia Hopkins' "We Drill Deep While Others Sleep". Jennifer Kacey shows the lengths to which an enterprising gal will go to get the owner of an oil change shop to check her fluids in "The Boss". And those are just a few of the sexy stories inside this collection about the everyday hero next door.
These are men who've built their powerful muscles from hard work rather than inside any gym, and they sure know how to use their hard-earned skills to pleasure a woman...
Excerpt from Roadside Assistance
©2017 N.J. Walters
"No. No. No." Esme Jenson stared in her review mirror at the tow truck that had just pulled in behind her. She couldn't be this unlucky.
But even though the evening was closing in and dark clouds threatened rain, there was no mistaking the lean form of Vincent Durango as he stepped down from the driver's side.
Big and hard and tattooed. She was intimately acquainted with her rescuer. Had dated him during high school. Even back then he'd seemed older, more mature than any other boy she'd known. They'd both gone their separate ways after graduation, her to college and him into the army. They'd tried to make it work for that first year but their lives had taken different paths.
Now it looked as though their paths were about to converge once again. He'd gotten out of the service, settled back in their hometown, and opened his own garage specializing in custom body work and restoration. From what she'd heard he had clients from all over the country.
He'd always been good with his hands.
He strode up to the side of her car and knocked on the window. She forced herself to roll it down. He propped one arm on the hood and leaned down. "Hey, Esme."
She was practically hyperventilating and all he could say was, "Hey, Esme." She forced herself to look at him, hoping to see some gray in his hair or some lines around his eyes. Anything to detract from his rugged good looks. No such luck. His hair was still as inky black as ever. There were a few fine lines fanning out from the corners of his eyes, but they only made him more appealing.
He was still watching her, waiting for her to speak. She cleared her throat. "Hey, Vincent."
"Heard you were back in town." The smile he gave her made her want to squirm in her seat. Even wearing jeans that had seen better days and a plain black T-shirt, the man was lethal to her senses.
She wasn't surprised he knew she was back. That's the way it worked in a small town. Her mother had told a few friends, who told a few friends. It had probably taken less than a day for the entire town of Sorrow Creek to know she was home to stay.
He nodded toward the hood of her car. "Trouble?"
"Yes. I was about to call a tow truck." It was her misfortune or fortune--she wasn't quite sure which it was yet--to have him pull in behind her seconds after she'd broke down.
by N.J. Walters
Part of Stranded: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology
What could be sexier than strong women in risky situations who are also, happily, vulnerable to their rescuers?
Undercover Lover by N.J. Walters--A DEA agent working undercover as a waitress in a dangerous biker bar is stranded without backup until a man from her past walks in.
Excerpt from Undercover Lover
©2019 N.J. Walters
Mind racing to try to figure a way out, she glanced toward the door when it opened. Her heart stopped. The entire bar dropped away. She no longer felt Deke's hands on her. All she could see was the man who’d just walked in.
He stood about six-eight, his shoulders nearly as wide as the doorway. He was all muscle, which was on display as he wore nothing more than an open leather vest, a pair of faded jeans, and leather biker boots.
"Ellis," she whispered.
"What was that?" Deke demanded, giving her a shake.
That drew the attention of the man. He looked their way and his gaze narrowed. "That's my old man," she told him. Deke was so surprised, he released her.
Praying she wasn't making a mistake that might cost her dearly, she hurried over to the man she hadn't laid eyes on in ten years. He watched her, his eyes still as blue as a lake in summer. His shaggy blond hair fell to his shoulders.
She put her hands on his shoulders and went up on her toes. "Kiss me," she whispered. Not giving him time to object, she laid her lips against his.
Ellis Smith was off balance. Not something easily accomplished given his size. When her lips touched his, it was as though all the years they'd been apart had never been.
She tasted just as good as he remembered. Better, if such a thing were possible.
He had no idea what the hell Sherry was doing here, but the desperation in her voice had all his protective instincts surging to life. She eased back before he was done, so he looped one arm around her waist and reeled her back in.
This time, he kissed her.
He sensed her surprise, but then she was kissing him back. Tongues tangling, breath mingling, he took her mouth like he owned it. She wasn't a short woman, but he was still a lot taller, so he lifted her off her feet.
As she always had, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as he devoured her. He’d had more than his share of women over the past decade, but none had ever held a candle to her. She was the only one who’d ever touched his heart.
That brought him back to reality with a thud. It was the reason he'd walked away. He was the son of a biker and a prostitute. She'd always been destined for more.
So what the fuck was she doing working in a place like this.
by N.J. Walters
This is a revised edition of a novella that originally appeared in the Taming the Alpha boxed set.
Kansas Fielding and Tobias Slater had always been friends, so when the two indulged in a kiss out of simple curiosity, the depth of the passion they ignited caught them both by surprise, and left them with an insatiable hunger for more. But the next day Tobias was gone, disappearing into a secret life Kansas knew nothing about. Now, two years later--years Kansas has spent building a life and forgetting Tobias--he's returned, disillusioned and uncertain of his future.
Despite the unanswered questions hanging between them, neither can ignore the deep longing stirred up by that one long-ago kiss, and they recklessly surrender to the intensely erotic feelings. And while Kansas knows she'll do whatever it takes to make Tobias admit his true feelings for her, it's Tobias who will have to trust in himself to know he's come home for good.
Excerpt from Coming Home
©2015 & 2017 N.J. Walters
He was about to step around the hood of his vehicle when he heard voices off to his left. He froze and his hand went to the small of his back, where he'd hidden his gun. When he realized what he was doing, he pulled his hand away. Instincts, finally honed after months of living among people who would have killed him in a heartbeat if they'd found out his real identity, couldn't be forgotten overnight.
The last thing he wanted to do was shoot some poor guy who'd run out to the store for a six-pack. Still, he pulled back and blended with the shadows. Better to watch and wait until they were gone.
His gaze narrowed as he watched a woman striding toward him with two men dogging her steps. One of the men grabbed her arm and spun her around. Tobias caught a glimpse of the woman's face in the streetlight and every muscle in his body tightened.
He froze, unable to look away from her. Then her voice cut through the night.
"Let me go."
"You need to keep your nose out of other people's business, bitch."
Tobias didn't wait to see what happened next, he stepped out of the darkness and walked toward them, purposely letting the soles of his boots make noise against the pavement.
All three of them glanced toward him. The two men frowned but the woman's eyes lit up and the anger on her face ebbed away.
"You want to take your hands off the lady." Tobias studied the men. They were in their mid-twenties, both around six feet in height and they'd had the look of men who'd been in plenty of trouble. He knew the type.
"And you want to mind your own business." the one holding the woman told him.
Tobias slowly shook his head. "Afraid I can't do that."
The man's friend was getting twitchy and started to reach behind his back. Tobias moved, swung his body around and kicked out with his booted foot. At six-four he had very long legs. His size thirteen foot connected with the other man's stomach and knocked him on his ass. His head bounced once against the concrete sidewalk and he didn't get up.
Tobias turned his attention back to the other man. "Hurt her and you're a dead man." He might have given the better part of his life to upholding the law but there was one person in this world who'd he'd kill for. Die for. And this asshole happened to be holding her arm.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" the man demanded.
"Someone you don't want to fuck with." Tobias didn't want to draw his weapon if he didn't have to. Firing a shot would bring attention and possibly even the cops. He just didn't want the hassle.
"I ain't afraid of you."
He could fight the man but it might be easier to just make him go away. Tobias reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thin leather wallet. He flipped it open to display his credentials. "DEA. I can make trouble for you and your buddy for the next twenty years of your life or you can walk away. Your choice."
The man released the woman's arm as though it was too hot to touch. He backed away, his hands held in front of him. "Hey man. No need to get worked up about things. I was just trying to explain something to the bitc-- "He broke off when he caught the expression on Tobias's face.
Tiring of the posturing. Tobias took a step toward the man. He stumbled back and almost tripped over the curb.
"Take your friend with you."
The man on the ground moaned but his friend yanked him to his feet and the two of them disappeared down the road.
The woman stood silently beneath the streetlight and he drank in the sight of her. Her shoulder-length brown hair was gone, replaced by a short, sassy cut. And it was now cherry red. Such an obviously fake color shouldn't have looked good, yet it suited her perfectly and enhanced the delicate features of her face. High cheekbones, a slender nose and porcelain skin made her beautiful. Her green eyes held intelligence and her lips turned up in a smile.
"Still making friends with your winning ways, Tobias."
He closed his eyes briefly as the affection in her voice warmed him all the way to his cold heart. "I could say the same thing about you."
The Gift of Shayla|
by N.J. Walters
2011 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited
Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises LImited
Adam Lancaster has been in love with Rob McKeith--and attracted to Rob's wife, Shayla--for years, but he fears their friendship would be over if they knew the truth. So he's thrilled when his secret fantasy becomes reality and the couple offers him a very special gift: a sensual Christmas Eve in their bedroom...
" Ms. Walter's has a true gift for combining scorching erotica with deep emotion, and she uses that gift with a master's touch in this story...This lady can flat write her butt off. This would be a terrific story to read by a cozy fire with a significant other while the elements rage outside. It is a guaranteed heart pumper."
--Blue Shedevil, Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears
"I ate this story up like a duck on a junebug. The Gift of Shayla was one of the hottest little stories I've run across in a looong time. Ms. Walters plies her craft with a master's touch in this story, mixing erotica with deep emotion for the perfect holiday stocking stuffer."
--Wendy Mitchell, You Gotta Read Reviews
"The sex of course was amazing and written spectacularly and shockingly there was growth to it as well. (Get your minds out of the gutter and let me explain). Typically with these types of novels the sex just starts with a bang and goes from there, but in this novel the sex starts slow and exploratory and gets more emotional and deeper from there. This is a great example of how packed a little novel can be."
B+--Nicole, Romance Book Forum
Excerpt from The Gift of Shayla
©2011 N.J. Walters
Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A.
The wind brushed against the house and it made a lonely hollow sound that matched how he was feeling. It was cold outside with about six inches of snow on the ground and the wind blowing it around. Inside it was warm and cozy.
Not tonight, he thought. It was Christmas Eve. The last thing he wanted was to be booted out of his best friend's life because Rob had finally noticed how Adam looked at him.
Bottom line--he wanted Rob. Had always been attracted to him. When they were kids, it had been strictly as a friend. He liked Rob. Admired his athletic ability, his loyalty. The two had been inseparable as kids and that hadn't changed as they'd gotten older. The problems started when puberty hit. Adam had found himself watching not only girls, but Rob as well.
Adam felt adrift. He was different. Had never been quite like the other guys. He was bisexual. It had taken him years to finally admit that to himself. He'd hidden his attraction to Rob from his friend and himself for most of his life.
It had become more difficult when Rob started dating Shayla. Beautiful, kind, quiet Shayla. She wasn't society's idea of a classic beauty. She wasn't tall or blonde or skinny. No, Shayla was a throwback to a time when men enjoyed women with curves.
About five foot four, she had long black hair that fell all the way to her waist. He'd spent many nights with his hands wrapped around his dick while he daydreamed about her. He could easily picture her on her hands and knees in front of him, sucking his cock. Her hair would be fisted in his fingers and he'd guide her movements while he admired her full lips as they slid over his length.
Her eyes were warm brown. Inviting. Sometimes shy. Her face was heart-shaped and her nose turned up slightly at the tip. Her breasts were full and firm, her hips rounded.
And not only was she beautiful--that might have caught Rob's attention but wouldn't have held it--but she was super intelligent. She made her living as a freelance writer and her work was regularly published in major magazines. Nothing sexier than a smart woman.
Fuck, he felt like an idiot for lusting after not only his friend, but also his friend's wife. Not that he'd ever do anything about his fantasies. Not only no, but hell no. He treated Shayla with the utmost respect and kept his distance. She was Rob's wife and no way would he ever do anything to hurt Rob.
Yet the feelings still lingered. There was something wrong with him. Had to be. He plowed his fingers through his hair. He was a fucking mess.
"Adam." There was an edge to Rob's voice now. Adam knew his friend too well to think he was going to drop whatever was on his mind.
"Where's Shayla?" He desperately tried to divert the conversation. It was strange he hadn't seen her. She must be out somewhere, but he couldn't imagine where she'd be. Not at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Eve.
When Rob didn't answer, Adam finally turned his face toward him. His friend's expression was more serious than he'd ever seen it. Shit. He picked up his glass and gulped down the rest. A waste of good scotch, for sure, but he needed the hit. Not that one drink would have much affect on him, but it was better than nothing. He needed something to dull the coming pain.
"I've seen how you look at me," Rob began.
Adam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. The liquor he'd just drunk burned in his gut. He could still salvage this. He had to. The alternative didn't bear considering.
He opened his eyes and chuckled. "Of course I look at you. I see you all the time." There, that sounded casual enough.
"I've also seen how you look at Shayla."