The Firehouse Diaries: Entry Three: Born of Fireworks

By Chasity Breeze

Just out of a bad two year relationship, her paraplegic mother dying of heart failure and her criminal attorney father in prison the past six years for taking bribes, Rheagan Baumy has had enough. With the job she loves in LA offering a chance to move back to her home town of Bennett, Colorado, Rheagan plans to visit her long time best friend, Serafina Torres, who still lives there, for a couple of weeks to get the ball rolling on her move. With the pictures and stories that Sera would email, Rheagan planned to have a hot summer fling with one of her mess of smoking hot firefighter friends she was always talking about. From the looks of these hunks in the pictures, any one of them would serve her purpose. But, when Jake Polanski enters the equation, her plans quickly change to more than just a fling. One look from him and she’s like hot molten lava.

Jake Polanski has been a fireman at Station #12 for the past couple of years and had become good friends with each member of the crew. He’d already been friends with Chance Raeburn since college, along with Sera Torres and McKenna Phelps. He’d had his share of beautiful women, but never anything serious enough to be a steady relationship. He never had the desire to have one either. But once he laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, the desire for something more in his life came crashing down on him like a meteor. Having Rheagan Baumy was all he could think about from the moment he saw her walking toward him in that damned bikini at the Fourth of July celebration at the lake. With the whole crew there gawking at her as if they'd never seen a woman before, Jake's protective and possessive instincts kicked in and he made his move the first chance he had.

Fireworks exploded, both in the night sky and between Jake and Rhea. Their feelings for one another morph into something much bigger than they ever imagined. But, danger lurks nearby and triggers catastrophe. Lives are endangered, including Rhea's. Trapped by flames deep in the woods by the lake in a cave, she fears death and never seeing Jake again. But, when he comes to her rescue only to be trapped by the raging inferno, as well, a misunderstanding throws a monkey wrench into Jake's plan to make her his for good. Under Rhea's misconception that Jake only wanted a good time with her, he flew into an angry rage and unwittingly attacked her. After realizing his mistake, anguish and shame cover him and when Rhea retreats in fear, all hope of having her in his life is lost.

Will hope find its way back and allow Rhea to forgive Jake? Can Jake forgive himself for hurting the only woman he'd ever loved and only wanted to protect? Would he be able to convince her to stay if he did forgive himself?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chasity Breeze
• Release date: Jul 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301070671

Chasity Breeze

I, Chasity Breeze, am what most people would call outgoing and friendly. A social butterfly? Not really, but I do love to collect friends of all kinds. At the same time, I do like my privacy and a lot of it. In the normal world, people see me as a sweet, innocent and never naughty little house wife and mother. But, people who really know me know better. I am married to the most wonderful and sexiest man alive. Brock and I have been married a few years, but we don’t like to count them. Counting just makes you feel old. We like to think we’re still somewhat close to newlyweds. Dating is one of our favorite things to share. Brock never ceases to amaze me with romantic surprises and secret interludes. We live just West of Fort Worth in Texas, cattle country. We are excited about our future and many more wonderful, but naughty, years together. Brock and I share a love for erotic books and we have our favorite authors to thank for inspiring me to write about our own adventures. Brock is my strong foundation and keeps me going in the right direction, which is a full time job for him. With him by my side, I feel I can do anything. I started my writing adventure in October, 2012. My writing is in its infancy and I hope to improve it with time. My love for reading has always had me dreaming of becoming a writer, so, here I am...I’ve written my first short story and working on another. When I’m not diving deep into writing a book, I am a domestic goddess and the best mom in the world, or so I’ve been told. I love to be with my family, whether it be going on a fun-filled vacation, or just sitting at home, all of us curled on the couch watching movies. I love to be outside in the fresh air, so I sometimes grab my laptop and head somewhere outdoors to work on a book, or I just take my dog for a stroll in the park or down the main street in our small hick Texas town. “Swingers” is intended to be a series of adventures that Brock and I share with others. However, I will be writing about fictional adventures as well. You’ll just have to guess which ones are fiction and which ones are true life stories. I do hope you enjoyed this book and will read more from me. Remember...a good book can put a smile on your face. A great book can change your outlook on life.

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The Firehouse Diaries: Entry Three: Born of Fireworks

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Chasity Breeze

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Acknowledgements

To the many authors/readers/reviewers whom have drifted into my naughty little world, I thank you for all of the love and support you’ve given me.

I’d like to thank two authors in particular who, so selflessly took me under their wings and encouraged me to be myself and to write erotica with no holds barred. Thank you Laura Cooper for befriending me so easily and Christopher Cooper for showing Brock how he could be actively involved in my work.

A special thanks goes out to Braxton Cole for nudging me into writing this book at just the perfect time to land it on the very holiday for which it was written. Thank you Braxton for all of your support and encouragement, along with the rest of the authors on the Go Indie for Independence Day promo, Sarah Daltry, Scarlett Metal and Belle Aurora and the Book Enthusiast for putting it all together.

Thank you to each member of the Chasity Breeze Street Team. You have been a tremendous help in sharing my work within your own circles of influence. I am proud to have you all on my team and hope that you have had as much fun as I have in working together.

And, I would like to thank my wonderful husband and the love of my life, Brock. You have been my constant, my rock, my protector and my muse. Thank you for all of the late night hours and hard work you’ve poured into my books…our books. As hard as I am to please with cover art and choosing just the right models for my characters, you have gone beyond pleasing me and with very little effort. Thanks for putting up with all of my bullshit. I know it’s a full time job. And, thank you, Brock, my love, for loving me so fiercely and so unconditionally. I love you more than you will ever know.

Table of Contents

1) Best Summer Ever!

2) The Cookout

3) Hungry Eyes

4) Sweet Eden

5) Dangerous Games

6) Lost and Found

7) Deep Burn

8) Separate Ways

9) Vacation Cut Short

10) Day of Atonement

11) Clubs and Hearts

12) Diamonds and Spades

13) My Dearest Diary

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Best Summer Ever

Diary of Rheagan Baumy

July 4, 2012

Dear Diary,

Today I will see my best friend, Sera for the first time in two long years. She was one of the only girls in high school to treat me like a ‘normal’ person and not like everyone else did. I was the head cheerleader, President of the student counsel and Homecoming Queen our senior year at Bennett High School. I was treated like royalty, but when push came to shove and my father ruined my life and my mothers, I learned who my true friends were.

My dad was a high priced attorney, one of the best in the state. He was the prosecutor for the court and in his younger days, was known for putting a lot of bad guys away for life. But, when mom almost died in a car accident and was left paralyzed, his life started to spiral down so fast we never even saw his lowest point coming.

He began drinking and working late, all hours of the night, and my mom suspected he was having an affair with his assistant. She didn’t blame him since she could no longer provide what he needed, so she turned the other cheek and let him go on with his wild escapades.

His drinking got worse and he started taking bribes from defendants whom he was prosecuting. After letting the third guy off the hook, a real bad seed who was a known rapist and all around thug, he was busted. One of the younger and deceitfully ambitious attorney’s at his firm suspected he was up to no good and hired a private detective to follow him and investigate his shady business meetings.

Dad was careless and didn’t cover his tracks very well. He’s been in prison now for six and a half years. My so called friends turned their backs on me and showed their true colors. They weren’t black and gold with school spirit, that’s for sure. No, they were just cold black hearted people who admired me for what I was, not who I was…the real me.

Serafina Torres, McKenna Phelps and Chance Raeburn were the first to come to my aid in my time of need. Sera, especially, would come to my home and just hang out with me so I wouldn’t feel alone. The three of them would sacrifice their weekends to do things with me so I didn’t fall into a deep slump of depression and possibly become suicidal. I’ve never forgotten what they did for me. I will always cherish their friendships.

My mom and I moved to LA to be near her family and a special medical facility just after graduation. Sera and I kept in touch through mostly texting, emails and facebook. She sent me pictures of her and her friends often and told me all about what was going on in Bennett, Colorado. I would visit her from time to time and her and McK came to LA once.

Then life sort of happened, I got a job working as a marketing consultant and we hadn’t been able to see each other in two years, so, when mom died of congestive heart failure, I decided it was time.

Sera and her friends are having a big party at the lake today for the Fourth of July and she invited me to come along. My flight lands in half an hour and I’m so excited to finally see her and meet her new man.

Sera is in love with a hot sexy firefighter named Max. He’s a real hunk from what I’ve seen in her pictures and I can’t wait to meet him. If only I had a man like him. My ex, Barry Hargrove, is such a jerk for running off with that ditzy bikini model. He told me he wanted to marry me, then, boom…two weeks later he was in the Bahamas with Stacy Dickson. He didn’t even have the decency to break up with me in person. He emailed me that he’d met Stacy at a party that I didn’t get to go to, and they fell in love instantly. Asshole!!

In all honesty, after the shock of it was over, I realized I felt more relieved than heartbroken. I was in love with the idea of being married, but not with Barry.

Oh well, maybe I’ll meet some hot guy to have a summer fling with to take my mind off him. I suppose it does still hurt that he could dispose of me so easily. But, what the hell? Sera has sent me some pics of some of her firefighter friends and every last one of them are smokin’ hot. I fully intend to let loose with any one of those guys while I’m there. I’ve been so sex deprived since Barry left. I gotta find some relief somewhere.

Okay, my plane is about to land, so I have to shut down my iPad.

:D Wish me luck on a sexy summer romance!

Loves…Rhea

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The Cookout

Jake Polanski wiped his sweaty forehead with his forearm. Whew! It’s fucking hot out here!

Yeah, well, when you’ve been standing over that grill for the past hour, you kind of tend to get a little hot! McKenna giggled as she sat on Matt’s lap on the tailgate of his Dodge Ram. "Of course, you don’t have to stand over a flame to be hot, Jake!" She teased him flirtatiously.

Jake rolled his eyes at her as he grabbed a soaked beach towel from a lawn chair. He casually twisted it into a tight rope, whistling and looking around innocently.

Jake Polanski! McKenna cried in terror. Don’t you dare…

Before she could get the rest of her words out, Jake lunged toward her as she jumped from Matt’s hold, screaming. A loud pop cracked through the air and a high pitched shriek followed as Jake popped McKenna’s barely covered bikini clad ass with the wet towel.

Running frantically through the trucks parked close to the edge of the grass where it met the sandy beach, McKenna screamed in mock anger at him. Jake! No! You’ve already got me once!

Jake laughed as he twirled the towel tightly once again and gave it a swift snap, just missing McKenna’s ass as she scrambled to hide behind her best friend, Chance Raeburn.

Chance stepped aside. Oh no you don’t. I’m not getting in the way of that weapon of choice! He laughed. He turned to Matt who was laughing hysterically still perched on his tailgate. Matt! You better come and defend your woman if you know what’s good for you!

Matt took a final sip of his Bud Light and tossed