Sexting the Fireman: A Firefighter, Secret Baby Romance: The Unexpected Daddies Series

By Natalia Rosewood

He answers a wrong-number sext with three words: I'm listening.
Now a by-the-book planner is playing with the hottest kind of fire—a firefighter who doesn't do half-measures, or half-truths.

Callie Morgan only wants to blow off steam. Jake Maddox, smoke-streaked hero of Station 47, offers command, comfort, and chemistry that scorches straight through the screen. One meet-up turns into a no-guards, no-games connection—stolen kisses in the bay, midnight rides, a bed that feels like home. But Jake's job runs on sirens and risk, and Callie's past is full of control and caution. When a single, life-changing secret lands between them, desire isn't enough—they must choose trust, tenderness, and a forever that doesn't play safe.

Sexting the Fireman is a steamy, full-heart contemporary romance featuring a protective firefighter, a good-girl gone brave, wrong-number texting, dirty talk, found family at the firehouse, and a love that burns brighter than the blaze. Come for the heat. Stay for the promise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natalia Rosewood
• Release date: Aug 26, 2025
• ISBN: 9798232171391

Book preview

Chapter 1: The Text Dare

Callie Morgan had never been the wild one.

She was the planner. The responsible one. The one who triple-checked her alarm and set a reminder to water her plants—even though half of them were fake. But tonight? Tonight, she’d downed two glasses of cheap white wine, kicked off her shoes, and let her best friend Amber talk her into something utterly reckless.

A dare’s a dare, Amber grinned, holding up her phone like it was a weapon of mass mischief. And you lost at Never Have I Ever. So... time to sext a random number.

Callie blinked. Sext?

Amber nodded, practically bouncing on the couch. Come on, Cal. Just one spicy message. Something flirty. Harmless. You need this. You’ve been all work and no play for months.

Callie laughed, but it was nervous, tight in her chest. She’d been the good girl too long. Her last date had been a yawn-fest, and her vibrator was starting to feel more like a sad necessity than a luxury. Maybe she did need a little harmless mischief.

Fine, she said, snatching Amber’s phone. But I’m picking the number.

She tapped out a string of digits—half from memory, half at random—and opened her own messages app. She stared at the screen like it might bite.

What should I even say? Callie muttered.

Amber leaned over, eyes gleaming. Make it bold. Naughty. Like... ‘I’ve been thinking about your hands all day. Wondering what they’d feel like on my thighs.’

Callie groaned, heat rising to her cheeks. You’re evil.

And you’re stalling.

With a deep breath, Callie typed:

I’ve been thinking about your hands all day. Wondering what they’d feel like on my thighs.

Her thumb hovered over the send button. Her heart pounded.

Do it! Amber urged.

Callie hit send.

Immediately, she dropped the phone like it was a live grenade. Oh my God. What if it’s someone I know? What if it’s my dentist?

Amber was doubled over laughing. It’s a random number! Relax. No one will answer.

But Callie wasn’t so sure. Her stomach was in knots, the kind that came from a strange cocktail of embarrassment and excitement. The wine had made her bold, but now that boldness was fizzing into pure panic.

She was just reaching to delete the message when her phone buzzed.

One new message.

Callie froze.

Amber squealed. No way. Someone replied?

Callie swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she opened the message.

You’ve got the wrong number. But go on... I’m listening.

Her jaw dropped.

Amber screamed and yanked the phone from her hands. Holy shit. That’s not just a reply—that’s an invitation.

No, no, no, Callie whispered, grabbing the phone back. This is a mistake. I can’t do this.

But you are doing this, Amber said. Come on, Cal. What if he’s hot?

Callie stared at the screen again. The number wasn’t familiar. No name popped up. Just a gray little bubble with a teasing, dangerous promise behind it.

Go on... I’m listening.

Something about that message made her insides twist. Not in fear. In anticipation.

She typed back before she could stop herself.

Rough day at work. Thought about blowing off steam... letting someone else take control for once.

Send.

She stared at it in disbelief.

What did you say? Amber asked, eyes wide.

Callie showed her. Amber shrieked.

You minx!

I don’t even know who he is!

Doesn’t matter. This is sexy as hell.

Callie’s heart was thundering. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Sexting a stranger? This wasn’t her. She was the vanilla latte of human beings.

But another message came in, fast.

You sound like someone who’s been holding back. I’d love to help you let go.

And there it was.

That thrill. That electric heat curling down her spine.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Callie wasn’t bored or lonely or tired. She was alive. And maybe, just maybe, she was ready to play with fire.

She had no idea that fire had a name.

Jake Maddox.

And he was about to burn her whole world down.

Chapter 2: Firefighter on the Line

Jake Maddox stood in the firehouse kitchen, drenched in sweat and soot, his turnout gear hanging open as he downed a bottle of cold water. The call had been a nasty one—a small warehouse fire on the edge of town—but nothing he hadn’t handled before. Flames, smoke, panic. Just another day on the job. His crew was already settling down, cracking jokes, cleaning up. But Jake couldn’t shake the lingering tension in his shoulders.

He wasn’t built for slow nights. He thrived on chaos, on action. On saving something—or someone.

So when his phone buzzed in his pocket, he didn’t expect it to be anything more than a shift update or maybe a message from his sister. But the moment he read the text, he froze.

I’ve been thinking about your hands all day. Wondering what they’d feel like on my thighs.

Jake raised an eyebrow. The number wasn’t saved in his contacts. No name, no context. Just one hell of an opening line.

He read it again, slower this time, like maybe he’d hallucinated it. But no. It was real. The kind of message that hit low in his gut and stayed there, warm and heavy.

He leaned back against the counter, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Whoever this was, she wasn’t shy.

He should’ve ignored it. Brushed it off. Blocked the number. But instead, his fingers moved on their own.

You’ve got the wrong number. But go on... I’m listening.

He hit send and waited.

Jake wasn’t the type to flirt with strangers. He didn’t do hookups anymore—not after the last one had turned clingy and messy and left him with more baggage than pleasure. He kept his life private, his relationships simple. Firefighting was enough risk. He didn’t need it in his personal life, too.

But something about this girl’s message—it didn’t feel like a setup. It felt spontaneous. Hot. Raw.

When the reply came in, he was already halfway through another water bottle.

Rough day at work. Thought about blowing off steam... letting someone else take control for once.

Jake’s hand tightened around the bottle.

This woman wasn’t just teasing. She was craving something. Powerless submission wrapped in confidence. She wanted to be handled. Taken. And she’d messaged him.

He didn’t even know her name, but suddenly, he needed to know everything.

He took a second, rolling his neck, letting the tension loosen. He wasn’t at the fire. He was here. In the quiet. With a choice to make.

He texted back.

"You sound like