Fire Rescue

By Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Aislin Tiernan is a high school English teacher by day and a psychic medium in her spare time. When a long dead Scotswoman interrupts a session, she delivers a warning for her grandson and wants Aislin to make certain he receives it.

Morgan Carmichael turns out to be one sexy hunk of a firefighter and a determined skeptic. Despite his lack of belief, sparks fly when they meet and the attraction is intense. As they get acquainted, they find more in common and by the time they tumble into bed, they are both halfway to falling in love.

Aislin’s visions confirm his grandmother’s warnings and when the major fire that could take Morgan’s life happens, she’s on the scene. Her rash action puts both their lives in jeopardy and they must fight to survive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772332735

Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Growing up in historic St. Joseph, Missouri, Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy scribbled her stories from an early age. Her first publication – a poem on the children’s page of the local newspaper – seems to have set her fate. As a full time author, she has more than twenty full length novels published along with assorted novellas and short fiction. A contributor to more than two dozen anthologies, her credits include Chicken Soup For The Soul among many collections of short fiction. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Missouri Writers Guild, and the Ozark Writers League. Lee Ann earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from Missouri Southern State University as well as an Associate Degree from Crowder College. She has worked in broadcasting, retail, and other fields including education. She is currently a substitute school teacher. As a wife and mother of three, she spends her days penning stories, cooking, reading, and other daily duties. She currently makes her home in the Missouri Ozarks, living in what passes for suburbs in a small town.

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Copyright© 2015 Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

ISBN: 978-1-77233-273-5

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Kerry Genova

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To all the firefighters who battle blazes and keep us safe and to all the psychics who see more than any pair of eyes ever could…

FIRE RESCUE

Romance on the Go TM

Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

The scent of lavender, sweet and fresh as a spring garden, wafted in advance of the old woman. She moved with silent grace, gray hair pulled into a tight topknot and eyes as vital as if she were alive. Her navy skirt and the crisp ironed white blouse with a cameo brooch in place dated her. She either had crossed over a long time ago or had been old-fashioned because elderly women today tended to wear jeans and faux pearls. Aislin nodded in acknowledgment but whatever the woman might want, she’d have to wait until the reading now underway ended. As if she understood, the spirit turned into the parlor and sat down on the vintage crushed gold velour sofa. Then she folded her hands into her lap, prim and proper.

Your sister shows me paper dolls, Aislin told her client. But they’re not store bought. From what I can see, she’s holding up images clipped from a catalog.

OMG, Lindsay Mace said with a nervous giggle. That’s what we used to do, cut out the models we liked from the pages of the catalog. If we were careful, we could get most of their body and clothes. No one knows that!

It’s Annette’s way of validating the communication. Aislin schooled her voice level and bright, but she wearied of the never-ending explanations. Her gift often seemed as much a curse as a blessing and a lot of people couldn’t accept it. They wanted to nitpick or doubt the evidence she provided. Now, your sister wants you to be sure and tell your mother there wasn’t anything she could have done. There wasn’t any way your mom or you or anyone else could’ve known Annette would be stung by a bee then veer off the highway and across the median because she turned out to be allergic. Nobody’s to blame.

I’ve always felt I should’ve known, somehow, Lindsay stated with a sob behind the words. Are you sure it’s my sister, though?

Annette’s spirit smiled as she communicated to Aislin, Tell silly old bear it’s me. Who else ever put chocolate milk on their cereal?

Aislin repeated the message and Lindsay began to cry. Oh, it’s ‘Net, she gasped. It really is!

Fifteen minutes and half a box of tissues later, Lindsay departed, still offering thanks. Aislin shut the front door and leaned against it for a long moment, drained. Readings made her weary. It required energy to bridge the physical plane with the spiritual realms and if it hadn’t been for the old woman waiting in the parlor, Aislin would’ve headed upstairs for a long, hot soak in the tub. Instead, she summoned up her last bit of energy and joined the visitor in the parlor. She sat down in her great-grandmother’s timeworn rocker