Cupid's Kerfuffle: Polar Paired Romantic Comedies

By LoLo Paige

When a firefighter delivers a Valentine to the wrong person, what other mischief does Cupid have in mind?

Hold on tight as Anchorage's smoking hot firefighters turn up the heat, not only battling flames but igniting romance too! When a well-intentioned singing strip-o-gram for a breast cancer fundraiser goes hilariously wrong at a retirement home, love takes a wild detour. Get ready for a heartwarming, laugh-out-loud ride where Cupid's mischievous karma ignites fiery confusion. It's a Valentine's Day escapade that's hotter than a firehouse chili cook-off!

• Language: English
• Publisher: LoLo Paige
• Release date: Jul 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798224804221

LoLo Paige

LoLo is a former wildland firefighter, adventure seeker, and award-winning author who writes tough women firefighters and hunky smokejumpers. In 2015, The Anchorage Press published a nonfiction story about LoLo’s true life escape while fighting a dangerous fire in Alaska’s wild Interior. Her Embers of Memories story won an Alaska Press Club award, which led to her debut novel, Alaska Spark. LoLo loves writing about the trust, friendship, and pitfalls of falling in love while working in the perilous world of wildland fire. Although her stories are works of fiction, they’re loosely based on her personal experience fighting wildfire in Montana, California, and Alaska. The men and women in her stories not only battle flames, they risk everything for love. Lolo also writes romantic suspense thrillers and romantic comedies.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Marc

The last thing Marc Morales expected when he reported to work at his Anchorage fire station was a surprise ambush by his relentless chief, determined to wrangle him into yet another charity fundraiser.

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, folks! And guess what? This year we’re unleashing the hidden singing talents of our brave firefighters for this year’s fundraising extravaganza, announced Chief Sullivan with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, zooming in on unsuspecting Marc like a heat-seeking missile. This one is for breast cancer. I want one of those pink fire engines.

All eyes locked onto Marc, waffling in the crossfire of the latest fundraising wheel of misfortune. Remember last year when I risked life and limb during the ‘Fill the Boot’ for muscular dystrophy? Almost became flat as a pancake on Northern Lights Boulevard when some overzealous lady mistook me for a human speed bump and launched herself onto the median strip. Not so sure I want to risk my life with Anchorage motorists again.

You mean flat as a pancake, like your love life? Marc’s red-haired buddy, Teddy, piped up. It’s so flat it could be a Hollywood sidewalk during awards season. It’s so flat—

Alright, alright already. Marc gave his friend a dour look. Your love life flip-flops so much you can’t even get it out of the pan to stack up.

Come on, you guys. Sparky, Marc’s battalion chief, rubbed his stomach. All this talk about pancakes is making me hungry.

Marc, I’ve heard you sing. You’re the only singer in this station who doesn’t shatter eardrums like a worn-out fire alarm, said Chief Sullivan. And it wouldn’t hurt for you to channel your inner Magic Mike like you did last year for that memorable calendar shoot. Let’s add some spark and sizzle to this year’s fundraiser so you’ll have the ladies showering you with Andy Jacksons faster than a moose stampede. And I’ll get my pink engine.

No one questioned why. Everyone knew that Chief Sullivan’s wife Beth didn’t win her battle with breast cancer a few years ago.

Who knew firefighting could double as a steamy side gig? deadpanned Teddy, jumping his brows at Marc. You’ll quadruple your fan base on our calendar social media page. Imagine the follows. He dramatized with a sweep of both hands.

I don’t care about follows. Why don’t you get those Midnight Sons Chorus guys to do the singing telegrams? Singing is their thing, suggested Marc.

Uh, correction—strip-o-grams. Where’s your sense of adventure? Chief Sullivan lit up like Anchorage on New Year’s Eve. We’ll bring in more cash for our charity if we do strip-o-grams. I doubt the Midnight Sons would strip, although stranger things have happened here in the dead of winter.

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