Her Fighter: A Firefighter Romantic Short Story

By Summer Cooper

 

Liam loves women of all shapes and sizes and hadn't met one that could turn him down... until he met Ivy.

A beautiful, best-selling author, Ivy never let her disability stop her from getting what she wants. But right now, all she wants is some fun in life—in the bedroom! She needs a man to do manly things to her... and Liam could be the one.

But Liam can't help but treat Ivy like a delicate flower, and just as she's about to break it off... an accident happens that could change both of their lives forever.

Author's Note: This ebook contains mature language and themes, intended for adults only.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lovy Books Ltd
• Release date: Jun 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223777519

Book preview

1

Ivy Simonett prepared for the evening ahead as most women do. She had a light snack, immersed herself in a nice relaxing bath, shaved her legs, lined her jade eyes with makeup, dried her short black hair in an attractive way that framed her face, and put on a beautiful black silk dress that complimented her slim frame and olive complexion. Then she left her apartment and waited for the taxi scheduled to pick her up, to take her to the awards banquet she was headed to. Her latest novel had won a prestigious award and she was on her way to accept it. Happiness, success, and independence were hers.

Ivy listened as a car pulled up and a heavy person stepped out of the car. Ivy smiled at the person as they walked over to her and waited for the greeting.

This way, please, Ms. Simonett. A hand at her elbow guided her in the direction of the car and Ivy settled in.

My name is John, ma’am, I’ll be your driver this evening. Is your destination still the Plaza Hotel? The driver asked as he put the car into gear and moved away from the curb.

Yes, John, it is. Is traffic bad this evening? Ivy asked, her face pointed in his direction.

Not bad at all, ma’am. We should be there in ten minutes. He replied, and Ivy settled back into her seat.

When she arrived at the Plaza, her door was opened and a female voice greeted her. Ivy held her hand out and slid out of the car.

Good evening, Ms. Simonett, I’m Avery, an employee of the hotel. We’ll sort out the taxi for you. Please, if you’ll follow me we will get you to the banquet hall unless you need to make any stops first? Ivy liked the sound of Avery’s voice, the scent of her perfume.

Ivy replied that she didn’t need to make any stops and followed along with the woman who had her elbow.

As she walked past the courtesy desk, she heard some of the people there talking and smiled to herself, pride in her accomplishments quite evident.

That’s Ivy Simonett, she’s here tonight for an awards ceremony. You’d never believe she was blind would you? the speaker used a whisper but Ivy could still hear them, her hearing better than most people’s.

Ivy smiled knowing that her hard work had paid off and she was gliding across the floor as if she could see what was in front of her. Ivy wasn’t ashamed of being blind, but she hated being treated like an invalid and that was how most people treated her when they found out she was not sighted. She sometimes needed a hand, a little guidance, but she’d made an effort to face the world bravely and being treated as though she wasn’t capable of taking care of herself was vastly frustrating. Her thoughts were interrupted by something smashing into her and knocking her down.

Oomph! Was all Ivy managed to get out before a male hand was slipping into her own, pulling her up from the floor.

Oh, please excuse me miss, I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going. Are you alright? It was a nice voice, deeply pitched and warm, with a note to it that said laughter was never far away. Ivy liked the sound of it and the way the man smelled, cologne mixed with a warm spice, cinnamon perhaps. Moving her face in his direction, Ivy smiled and brushed off the concern.

I’m fine, don’t worry over it. Are you alright? She asked, hoping to deflect attention.

Oh, I think you’ve stolen my heart with that smile of yours, but I’ll live without it. The man’s voice still had that laughter in it but it wasn’t aimed at Ivy but at himself. She liked that.

Well, perhaps I’ll give it back some day but for now I’ll keep it. Ivy wasn’t sure what had come over her, a corny line such as that one deserved a sneer and a dismissal but there was something to this man that made her hesitate and play along. Maybe it was that note of self-confidence that seemed to say that the man could get away with such antics because he wasn’t the usual man but something special. She wasn’t sure but she was going to be late if she stood in the hallway with him much longer as Avery reminded her quietly.

It was very nice to meet you; I hope you enjoy your evening, sir. Ivy held her hand out in the direction she could sense he was standing in and wasn’t surprised when he took it, slipping a card into her palm as he did so. Now what was this, she thought with a quirk of her eyebrow. She’d have her assistant check it later.

Good evening, miss, I hope to hear from you soon.

Ivy’s smile widened as Avery walked her away from the man and guessed the card included a phone number. She decided to let some of her private thoughts show through and asked Avery a question.

Was he wearing a wedding ring, Avery?

Avery’s response came quickly, No, Ms. Simonett. I believe he’s with the group of firefighters having their annual ball in our ballroom this evening. I can find out more about him if you’d like?

Ivy dithered for a moment; not sure it was a good idea but decided to throw caution to the wind. Yes please, and can you tell me what this card says?

Avery took the card stock, presumably a business card, and spoke to Ivy, This says his name is Liam Howell and lists his phone number and address. I can find out more about him with that information.

Thank you, Avery. I’ll be sure to meet up with you before the end of the evening. Ivy stopped as soon as Avery’s movements revealed the first