SYNOPSIS
Melanie
Kincaid is a trust-fund baby with a knack for sassy comebacks and unnecessarily
complicating her privileged life. So, of course she would have to fall in love
with a man she can't have.
Jameson
Hayes is a NYC firefighter for Manhattan’s oldest ladder company with big shoes
to fill and a city to protect. He’s strong, sexy, and not looking for the
complications Melanie brings. But he can't stay away from her either. The
attraction between them is immediate and the pull between them is crazy
powerful. But she's only home for the summer and long-distance relationships
never work.
Unfortunately,
Melanie’s beauty and smart mouth are a lethal combination and Jameson isn't the
only Hayes who's interested. As if his brother isn't enough to compete with,
now the city's most famous arsonist wants to claim her as his next prize.
Jameson can't stand to watch Melanie get hurt and she can't seem to keep
herself out of trouble.
Fall
for Me is the first Ladder Company novel, a stand-alone companion series about
New York's most elite firefighting family with hot alpha heroes, snarky
heroines, and an arsonist hell-bent on destruction.
EXCERPT
“Mom!” I move through the foyer
and into the open great room— a large, open living/kitchen combo— where I leave
my suitcase and kick off my flats before I hit the carpet. What the hell is she
doing with gas? That stuff is toxic.
“Well?” Mom says, appearing
at the edge of the hall on the other side of the kitchen. She has a hand towel
around her neck and one of her many yoga-specific exercise outfits on. This one
is a light blue and she’s barefoot. Monica Kincaid is dedicated to many things
in life— her husband Christian, her daughters (the youngest, especially), and
her charity projects— but yoga is the one out of all of it that I don’t
understand. It puts her at peace, she says.
“Well?” I ask and drape the
dress bag over the island counter top in the kitchen and move around to prop myself
up on one of the bar stools. God, that gasoline smell is driving me mad.
“Are we planning a spring
wedding yet or what?” Mom says with a grin. Her nose wrinkles, catching the
scent of the gasoline, I’m sure. “Janet and I have been taking bets.”
“God, Mom,” I say and place
my head in my hands.
“No really,” she says, “Tell
me.”
“Nothing happened,” I say.
Verbalizing it is even more disappointing than it probably should be.
Apparently, Mom and Dad were also in on Jameson and Royal’s surprise trip. It
took all of an hour after they landed for Janet Hayes to text me telling me she
wishes she could have been there. It was sweet, but then she suggested she
needed to leave me alone so I could spend as much time as possible with
Jameson. And that we shouldn’t be disturbed. While the level of investment our
mothers have in our has-yet-to-happen relationship is borderline creepy, the
support is pretty awesome. It’s a rarity to find a woman as kind and loving as
Janet Hayes is. Even if she doesn’t really know appropriate boundaries and
likes to talk about when her sons were starting puberty… in all the gory
details. I know more about Jameson’s solo activities when he was a kid more
than I care to.
“You must be joking,” she
says and heads to the fridge where she pulls out a single-serve cup of yogurt.
“That man flew down to that god-awful place—,”
About the author:
As
a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say,
some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the
sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her
head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay
Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she
rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a
climate more beautiful.JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.
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