Johnny Blaze

By Delilah Devlin

From NEW YORK TIMES Bestselling and Award-Winning Author Delilah Devlin

A firefighter moonlighting as a male exotic dancer gives a librarian a birthday spanking she'll never forget...

Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published in the Smokin' Hot Firemen anthology, and has been revised. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Delilah Devlin
• Release date: May 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533745958

Delilah Devlin

Always a risk taker, Delilah Devlin lived in the Saudi Peninsula during the Gulf War, thwarted an attempted abduction by white slave traders, and survived her children’s juvenile delinquency. In addition to Saudi Arabia, she has lived in Germany and Ireland, but calls Arkansas home for now.

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Johnny Blaze

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I held my iPhone in front of me as far as my arm could reach and took a picture then quickly sent the selfie to my Facebook page. Yes! I don’t know how Syl managed to talk me into it, but I’m at HardCox!!! Happy birthday, me!

I posted the photo, then slipped my phone back into my purse, which I’d placed beneath the small round table where Sylvia, Heather, and I sat next to the raised stage.

You took a picture of yourself? Sylvia giggled and held out her hand. Give me that phone!

No way, you’ll just post pictures of the dancers’ asses.

"And their hoses!"

My eyes bugged. Don’t you even think about it! My mama would be horrified!

I was already beyond mortified at being here—a male strip club, of all places. Syl didn’t have to add kerosene to the fire burning in my cheeks. Although convincing me to come hadn’t been all that hard. She’d had me at one name: Johnny Blaze.

So I had a thing for firefighters. Or, at least, one in particular—who didn’t even know I existed. The picture on the sandwich board outside the club—of a fireman wearing suspenders attached to the hose covering his privates—had been the deciding factor after I’d dug my heels into the concrete sidewalk when I’d realized where she was leading me. His body reminded me of my secret crush. And Syl knew all about my private infatuation. She’d pointed to the board, then, while my jaw slackened, whipped me through the