Griffin
I've spent three years making sure nothing on this mountain gets close enough to cost me again.
Seven minutes.
That's how long I waited once, and it's the reason I run every call by procedure, double-check every read, and never let anything matter enough to make hesitation dangerous.
Then Ashley -Ash- Baker walks into my command room like she's already decided the fire's going to lose.
She's fast. Reckless. Allergic to standing still.
She's also right more often than I'd like to admit.
I tell myself keeping her at arm's length is protocol. Command doesn't get personal. It can't afford to. Not when one bad call already cost me everything once.
Then Black Timber Peak lights up on every side at once, and Ash runs straight into the fire I'm supposed to be commanding from a distance.
That's when I learn exactly how far arm's length actually stretches when it's her life on the line.
Some ghosts only let go when you stop waiting.
Ash
I've jumped into fires alone for six years because trusting someone else's read felt more dangerous than the flames.
Then I meet Griffin Hale, with his steady voice, locked jaw, clearing drop zones like he's got all the time in the world while my lookout is running out of his.
He drives me insane.
He's also never wrong, which is somehow worse.
I don't do slow. I don't do careful.
And I definitely don't do falling for the man holding the radio while I'm the one on the ground doing the falling — literally, into smoke and ash and every kind of trouble he warned me about.
But the mountain doesn't care what either of us planned on.
When the fire jumps every line we drew, Griffin and I are the only two people standing between disaster and the people counting on us— and somewhere in all that smoke, I stop needing anyone else to keep up.
Maybe he's not a distraction from the job.
Maybe he's the first thing I've ever wanted to stop and catch.
High above the Black Timber Peak wilderness, firewatch towers stand sentinel over miles of untamed forest and in each one, a Firehawk who’s made peace with the silence. Until the wrong woman shows up and shatters it completely. Rugged, possessive, and utterly alone, these alpha men are about to discover that the most dangerous thing on the mountain isn’t the fire. It’s her.
High towers, instalove, short love stories, and enough heat to light up the entire range all with guaranteed happily ever afters, no cheating, and no cliffhangers.
The Black Timber Peak Firehawks are watching. And they never let anything burn unchecked. Come get hot today!
Genre: Romantic Suspense
I've spent three years making sure nothing on this mountain gets close enough to cost me again.
Seven minutes.
That's how long I waited once, and it's the reason I run every call by procedure, double-check every read, and never let anything matter enough to make hesitation dangerous.
Then Ashley -Ash- Baker walks into my command room like she's already decided the fire's going to lose.
She's fast. Reckless. Allergic to standing still.
She's also right more often than I'd like to admit.
I tell myself keeping her at arm's length is protocol. Command doesn't get personal. It can't afford to. Not when one bad call already cost me everything once.
Then Black Timber Peak lights up on every side at once, and Ash runs straight into the fire I'm supposed to be commanding from a distance.
That's when I learn exactly how far arm's length actually stretches when it's her life on the line.
Some ghosts only let go when you stop waiting.
Ash
I've jumped into fires alone for six years because trusting someone else's read felt more dangerous than the flames.
Then I meet Griffin Hale, with his steady voice, locked jaw, clearing drop zones like he's got all the time in the world while my lookout is running out of his.
He drives me insane.
He's also never wrong, which is somehow worse.
I don't do slow. I don't do careful.
And I definitely don't do falling for the man holding the radio while I'm the one on the ground doing the falling — literally, into smoke and ash and every kind of trouble he warned me about.
But the mountain doesn't care what either of us planned on.
When the fire jumps every line we drew, Griffin and I are the only two people standing between disaster and the people counting on us— and somewhere in all that smoke, I stop needing anyone else to keep up.
Maybe he's not a distraction from the job.
Maybe he's the first thing I've ever wanted to stop and catch.
High above the Black Timber Peak wilderness, firewatch towers stand sentinel over miles of untamed forest and in each one, a Firehawk who’s made peace with the silence. Until the wrong woman shows up and shatters it completely. Rugged, possessive, and utterly alone, these alpha men are about to discover that the most dangerous thing on the mountain isn’t the fire. It’s her.
High towers, instalove, short love stories, and enough heat to light up the entire range all with guaranteed happily ever afters, no cheating, and no cliffhangers.
The Black Timber Peak Firehawks are watching. And they never let anything burn unchecked. Come get hot today!
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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