Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Meet Katie and Ryan from Hot For Fireman!

 It's a hot day, but the inside is nice and cool. I walk into the interview room and wait. Today we have two very special people coming by, and I get to interview them. You don't know this couple yet, but you will soon! I had the chance of meeting Katie and Ryan and reading their story. Today, that very same story is being released into the wild. I just want to say- *stops in mid sentence as the sound of voices come from behind me. Looking up, I spot Katie and Ryan walking in, laughing about something. They look so happy and in love, it's a beautiful sight.

Clearing my throat, I stand to greet them. 

“I'm really glad you both were able to come today. It's so wonderful to meet you. I must say, your story was magnificent! How do you feel about your story going public? Oh, my. Excuse me. There I go with the questions already. Please, sit down. Get comfortable. Would you like something to drink, eat? I hope you don't mind if I sip on some raspberry iced tea. It's my addiction."

After shaking hands, the three of us sink into quite comfortable leather recliners.

“How are you doing, Katie? And you, Ryan? I'd love to catch up on your lives, see how things are going today.”

Katie: "Hi Nikki. Great place you've got. Check it out, Ryan, this recliner is just like yours! Remember that night when we …"
Ryan interrupts, clearing his throat. "We're good, Nikki. Real good. Happy to be here." He winks.

*Stifles a laugh* "So tell me, how did you approach your author about your story? I'm well aware of how those like you just pop up out of nowhere " *grins*

Ryan: "It was my idea. If Jennifer was going to put me in a bachelor auction in Captain Brody's story, the least she could do is give me my own book and my own sweetie. Though sometimes I wonder if she didn't get revenge by picking a feisty little firebug like Katie Dane …"
Katie pokes him in the ribs. "Hey. I'm right here, you know. And I'm not a firebug. I just got a little desperate for a while there. Although why Jennifer had to show my most embarrassing moments … thanks a lot, Ms. Smartass Author."

“Care to share a juicy detail about yourselves that we may not otherwise know about you? Oh, come. Let's call it a little game of truth.” *Winks*

Katie: "In high school I was named "Most Secretly Sexy. Okay, so it's not exactly Miss Congeniality, but it kind of surprised me."
Ryan: "No surprise to me. I knew it the second I laid eyes on you. The way you reached for that bottle of tequila behind the bar … mmm-hmmm."
Katie: "Oh stop. You're trying to distract us. Juicy detail, Ryan. Come on, let's hear it."
Ryan: "My life is one long juicy detail. That's all I'm going to say." He winks.

“ You're a bit vague there, Ryan! 
Is there a talent you wish you had, but currently don't have?"

Ryan: "You know those balloon animals? Always wanted to know how to make those. Kids love 'em. There's nothing like watching a kid's face light up at the sight of a balloon zebra or something."

Katie: "For my father's sake, I wish I could play miniature golf with him. My whole family's athletic, and I can't even master a game that features gnomes on the course."

“Without getting you in to trouble, either of you....what is your biggest turn off?"

Ryan: "Firebugs." He gives Katie a teasing look.
Katie makes a face at him. "People who keep lecturing you about something you already know and stopped doing about a million years ago and did only because you were at the end of your rope and … yeah, okay, I'll go with firebugs too. Especially the professional kind."

“Biggest turn on?"

Katie: "Have you ever seen five sexy firemen doing a striptease on a bar?"
Ryan: "I knew that turned you on!"
Katie: "Yes, but not for the reason you think. I was so touched that you guys wanted to help me out like that." Turns to Nikki. "They even practiced a whole routine. It was the cutest thing! You should have been there, you would have fallen in love just like I did. Hey, are you single? Maybe you'd like Vader. Or Freddy the Stud. Let's talk more when we're done here, okay?"

"I'm actually married, Katie....but I'd love to have been there. Next time you have a fun little shindig like that, i expect an invitation!" *Flashes a smile*
“Pet peeve?”

Katie: "People. Except the little ones. And the old ones. And Ryan. Make that all firemen. And my family. And …"
Ryan: "You don't fool me, Ms. Heart-the-Size-of-California. You like people all right. You'd do anything for them. My pet peeve? Bullies. Can't abide a bully."

"I so agree, Ryan. Bullies are terrible.
“Other than loved ones and the absolutely necessities, what is one thing you can't live without?”

Ryan: "My sense of humor."
Katie: "My books."

"Both great answers. I can't live without my books either....If you could only see my library...my friend cringes every time she comes in there because she's such a slow reader and feels bad if she keeps buying books. I remind her that's nothing compared to mine and we enter the room." *Laughs*
“Favorite way to relax and wind down?”

Ryan: "Fishing."
Katie: "Reading. I hang out under a tree while he fishes. Works out great. Sometimes I read aloud to him. But the best part is when he takes a break and cuddles with me on the picnic blanket. That's pretty much my idea of heaven."
Ryan: "No argument there." They hold hands, looking ridiculously happy.

“Where is a place you'd love to travel to?”

Katie: "France. The closest I ever got was the Paris Casino in Las Vegas. My sister Bridget dragged me there in case she needed a translator."
Ryan, after a snort: "I'd tag along on a trip to France. You can fish there, right?"

“Biggest fear?”

Ryan: "Screwing up in a fire. I don't mind if I get hurt, but I don't want anyone else to."
Katie: "I mind if you get hurt! I don't even like hearing about that." She cuddles close to Ryan. "That's my worst fear, I think. Something bad happening to someone I love. My dad already had a heart attack and …" She breaks off, getting upset. Ryan kisses the top of her head.
Ryan, tenderly: "And she claims she doesn't like people."

“Do you have ANY idea what your author is working on next? *sly smile*

Ryan: "I heard it's Two's turn in the hot seat. Sabina Jones, one of our female firefighters. The one all the guys have a crush on. She's got some secrets up her sleeve, I hear. I'll read that book, for sure. We've all been wondering about her for years."
Katie: "I'm kind of curious about that new guy coming from New York. Everyone says he's the toughest captain on the East Coast. Plus he's a single father."
Ryan: "Now that'll be fun to watch. With a title like SEX AND THE SINGLE FIREMAN, maybe we can sell tickets."

“What good quality do you think you bring out in one another?”

Ryan: "I bring out Katie's sparkliness. She likes to pretend she's not a "people-person." But she just needs someone to bring out her sparkly side and I'm just the guy to do it."

Katie: "I bring out Ryan's grownup side. He was doing pretty well on his own, but once he met me, he started taking his life more seriously. He kept thinking he had to keep me out of trouble."
Ryan: "I did. Still do."
Katie, smiling: "And I love you for it, hot stuff."

“Well, I know you both are busy, so I don't want to keep you all day, but is there anything you'd like to share?”

Ryan: I hope people like getting to know the Bachelor Firemen of San Gabriel. It's tough working in a firehouse under a curse. You've got a bunch of single--"
Katie: "And very, very sexy."
Ryan: "--guys who just want to find true love and save a few lives along the way. Makes for some good stories."
Katie: "And some great bachelorette parties!"

*Stands* I had a blast talking to you, Katie, Ryan. Congratulations on this release day! I can't wait for the world to be able to enjoy Hot For Fireman as much as I did!  
We make our way outside, where I notice a fire truck waiting nearby 

Ryan: "Thank you, Nikki. Now I have to do one more thing, by special request from Jennifer's Facebook readers." He stands up and strips off his shirt. He looks magnificent. "This one's for you, with love from Jennifer," he says with a wink.

Where did that crowd come from? I stand there, mouth agape, shocked, but the now crowded area is applauding and cheering at Ryan 

Hot For Fireman BLURB:
Katie Dane knows better than to mix business and pleasure, but her new bartender, Ryan Blake, is simply irresistible... and besides, she doesn't plan on working there much longer. That's if things go according to plan. But they never do, do they?
Ryan, the sexy heartbreaker of Station 1, is determined to rejoin the force. Tending bar in the meantime seems like the perfect idea, especially when it means he can spend his nights working next to his sultry new boss... if only the bar didn't keep catching fire.
Throw in a grizzled career criminal, a luscious-bodied barfly, a Bachelor Fireman bachelorette party, a flash-fire romance, and a million-dollar money pot, and suddenly playing with fire never seemed so much like falling in love. 

Ryan Blake needed a drink. Preferably somewhere no one would recognize him. Finding such a spot in the sun-blasted town of San Gabriel on a July afternoon didn’t come easy. The town had quaint little crafts shops up the whazoo, but so far he hadn’t spotted a single gritty, anonymous hellhole where he could prepare himself for his meeting with Captain Harry Brody.
Right on cue, he passed Fire Station 1, home of the famous Bachelor Firemen of San Gabriel and legendary for the heroics of its captain and crew. Time was, he’d been on the frontlines of those life-saving, death-defying heroics.
He slowed his pickup truck and willed himself to turn into the parking lot, drink or no drink. Lord knew, his Chevy had made the turn so many times it could probably do it without him. But this time, it drove straight past the squat brick building with the cheerful red geraniums planted out front.
Face it, Ryan wasn’t ready for his appointment with Captain Brody yet. Wasn’t ready to beg for his job back. He needed a goddamn drink first.
A green and white Starbucks sign caught his eye. Several cuties in sundresses gathered around the outdoor tables like hummingbirds around a feeder. In olden days he would have strolled right in and spent the rest of the afternoon flirting with one--or all--of them.
But unless Starbucks had started adding tequila to their iced mocha lattes, the girls would have to get along with him.
He scanned the street ahead with its Spanish-style stucco office buildings and parched palm trees. Too bad he’d never been much of a drinker. He had no idea where to find the kind of drink-yourself-stupid-on-a-Wednesday-afternoon, out-of-the-way, loserville place he needed right now.
And then, as if the phrase “loserville” had conjured it out of his imagination, the sign for the Hair of the Dog appeared on the left side of the street. Towns in the sunny California suburban desert didn’t have dark back alleys. But the Hair of the Dog did its best to inhabit one. Located on a corner, it seemed to cringe away from its only neighbor, a dry cleaner’s called Milt and Myrna’s Laundry, whose name was spelled out on a marquee along with an inspirational saying, “The bigger the dream, the bigger the reward.”
If the Hair of the Dog had a dream, it would probably be to wake up as a medieval tavern. Faced with weathered wood, it had black planks nailed at random angles across its front. Either someone had done a clever job making the Hair of the Dog look decrepit or it was about to collapse. It looked like the kind of place old geezers spent their Social Security checks, the kind of place frat boys invaded when they felt like slumming and pretty girls avoided like poison because merely walking in gave them wrinkles. The kind of place guaranteed to be serving alcohol at two in the afternoon.
Ryan pulled over and parked his Chevy as close as legal to a fire hydrant. Silly habit left over from his firefighting days, when he’d always wanted to be close to any potential action.
Time to get blotto.
When he pushed open the door, the dim light stopped him in his tracks. As did the hostile voice addressing him with an unfriendly, “What do you want?”
Tequila,” answered Ryan. “The cheap stuff.”
I’m not the bartender, moron. I’m the bouncer.”
Ryan’s eyes adjusted enough to make out a slouchy, dark-haired guy about his age who looked too skinny to be a bouncer.
This place needs a bouncer?” He surveyed the interior of the Hair of the Dog. Just as crappy as the outside promised. Everything was painted in shades of black ranging from soot to shoe-polish, except for the booths, which seemed to be a formerly hunter-green color. Just as he’d expected, a motley collection of oldsters slumped on the bar stools. He squinted. Was that an oxygen tank? The old man attached to it gave him a snaggle-toothed grin. He nodded back.
Yep, this place was perfect.
My so-called job is to weed out the jerkwads,” said the bouncer.
Yeah? What’s your name?”
The friendly question seemed to throw the dude off. “Doug.” He added a menacing frown.
Hey, Doug, nice to meet you. I’m Ryan.” He shook the bouncer’s hand before the guy knew what was coming. “You’re doing a great job, keep up the good work. How ‘bout I buy you a shot when you get off?” He breezed past Doug with the confidence of someone who’d been in too many fights to seek one out with someone who wouldn’t even provide a satisfying brawling experience. If Ryan wanted a fight, he knew how to find one. Right now, he just wanted a drink.
The bouncer seemed to get the message. Ryan heard no more out of him as he made his way into the darkness up ahead.
Was this a bar or a haunted house? Maybe the men on the barstools were ghosts still hanging around for a last call that never came. A couple of them certainly looked ghoulish enough, although the intensely unflattering light provided by the overhead fluorescents might be misleading. Maybe they were captains of industry enjoying the tail end of a three-martini lunch. Maybe the atmosphere added thirty years and several age-related illnesses.
A dark-haired girl rose from behind the scuffed-wood bar, her head clearing it by barely a foot. She fixed snapping black eyes on him, nearly making him take a step back. What had he done? Why did everyone seem irritated that a customer had walked into their bar? The girl had big dark eyes, straight eyebrows like two ink marks and tumbled hair pushed behind her ears. She would have been pretty if not for that frown. No, scratch that. She was plenty pretty just as she was.
He gave her the smile that had made so many women his eager laundry-doers, tax-preparers, and back-massagers. Not to mention other parts of his anatomy.
She scowled even harder at him. And geez, was that a snarl? Maybe she was some kind of creature of the night, hanging out with the ghosts.
Well? Are you going to order or just smile for the security camera we don’t have?” Her throaty voice, though grouchy, set off a pleasant shiver at the base of his spine.
Is that why you need a bouncer?”
Because you tell everyone off the street that you don’t have a security camera?”
Would you order? I don’t have all day.”
Yes, I can tell this place keeps you busy.”
Could her scowl get any deeper? Ryan cocked his head and scanned her face, amazed that he still wanted to look at her anyway. Why, he couldn’t say. Stubborn-looking mouth, a nose that turned up at the tip, long eyelashes, flashing dark eyes that took up half her face. Small, too, like those kittens who have no idea they’re half the size of the dogs they try to beat up. Probably a few years younger than him, maybe mid-twenties.
She shrugged and turned away.
Shot of tequila,” he said quickly. Something told him this girl wouldn’t mind blowing him off and refusing to take his order.
With a sidelong look that told him how close he’d cut it, she folded her arms and surveyed the bottles lined up on the wall behind the bar. “We have Patron Silver and Patron Gold. The Gold’s a little dusty.”
All of the bottles looked dusty to Ryan.
What’s inside’s still good, right?”
Got me. Any of you guys tried the Patron?” She flung her question to the geezers at the end of the bar.
Tried a glass back in Ninety-Two, Saint Patrick’s Day. Thought it said Patrick, not Patron. Hit the spot.”
The first hint of a smile brightened the girl’s face. “You’re the man, Sid.”
Any time, Katie, my love,” crooned Sid.
He has the memory of an elephant when it comes to his liquor,” she told Ryan.
So that was her name. Katie. He liked it. A lot. It made her seem more human. He stared at her, fascinated by the change a whisper of a smile brought to her face. Good thing he caught it, because it disappeared in the next second.
So? Silver or Gold?”
Cheap,” he said.
Excellent choice.” She gave him a sarcastic look and reached for the bottle of Patron Silver. Up she stretched, high on her tiptoes, higher and higher. Ryan held his breath as her black top inched its way up, up, until it pulled away from the waistband of her jeans, revealing a sliver of gracefully curving, ghostly white flesh. It bugged him that his mouth watered at the sight, that he wanted to run his tongue from the soft tip of her lower rib along the delicious slope that led to her hipbone. This girl had serious friendliness issues.
But she was kind of hot, in her own particular way.
The view slammed shut as her heels hit the floor and she yanked down her top. She plopped a shot glass onto the bar and sloshed golden liquid into it. “That’ll be four dollars.”
Can’t I run a tab?”
No tabs at the Dog.” The old man with the oxygen tank cackled. “Case you croak before you finish your drink.”
Katie smirked, even though Ryan could tell she was trying hard not to smile. “It’s the policy of the Hair of the Dog to request payment with each drink. If you have a problem with that, you’re free to go down the street to T.G.I. Friday’s. They have that super-fun trivia game there.”
She wasn’t going to get rid of him that easily. “It’s Wednesday,” he said, pulling out a fiver along with his smile. “Wouldn’t be right.”
She snickered. Then looked so annoyed with herself that she turned away and headed for the cluster of men at the other end of the bar. He watched her every step of the way. Each line of her body radiated energy. She didn’t walk in the flirty way he was used to. He’d watched many a girl sway her hips back and forth on her way to the ladies’ room during a date. He always looked forward to the moment a girl would excuse herself and give him a show, a tempting promise of what was to come later on.
Not this girl. She had a direct and to-the-point stride, and was either unaware of her sexiness or in deliberate denial. Her odd choice of clothing—long-sleeved black top on a hot day—could go either way.
He tossed back his tequila. As the liquor entered his system, the dingy room acquired a lovely, blurry sheen. Just what the doctor ordered. And the doctor would definitely recommend another dose. He tapped the glass on the scuffed wood of the counter. Katie glanced down the length of the bar at him, pinning him with a look of disgust. “You aren’t planning to get drunk, are you?”
Do you interrogate all your customers about their future plans?”
Only the troublemakers.” She graced the geezer brigade with a glowing smile and headed back his way. For one moment, Ryan wished he’d brought his grandfather. Maybe this girl had a thing for older men.
What makes you think I’m a troublemaker?” He motioned for her to refill his glass. “I’m all about peace and harmony. Kumbaya, my friend, kumbaya.”
She looked revolted.
We have more in common than what keeps us apart,” he added wisely, after downing the second shot. He’d always loved a good affirmation, especially with a buzz on.
You can stop now.”
Ah ha. He’d found a sore spot.
A hand offered in friendship opens more doors than a fist raised in anger. You catch more flies with sugar than vinegar.” Okay, that last one wasn’t an affirmation, but he threw it in for free.
Do you want me to kick you out of here?”
Make friends with your anger.”
Doug!” She called to the bouncer.
Ryan laughed. “You’re cute as a button when you’re mad.”
I’m not cute. And I’m not a damn button. Doug!”
But Doug didn’t answer. Scuffling sounds came from the front door. Ryan turned on his barstool, which wobbled a bit. Doug must be outside, because his bouncer stool was empty. Something or someone banged against the front door.
Uh oh.” Katie didn’t sound irritated anymore. A quick look in her direction gave him a glimpse of dark eyes round with alarm.
Sounds like your bouncer’s getting a chance to earn his pay.”
Bouncer.” She snorted. “Doug doesn’t even know how to throw a punch. I gave him the job because he can’t tend bar. He’s no good with people.”
Maybe it was the tequila talking, but Ryan found so many aspects of that statement hilarious that he laughed out loud.
What’s so funny?”
Oh, I don’t know. A bouncer who can’t fight? Or the fact that apparently you’re the one who’s good with people?”
The Glare reappeared. This time Ryan was prepared. It even felt warm and fuzzy to him. Must be the tequila.
Never fear.” He took the bottle, poured himself a shot, downed it, then stood up. “Sir Ryan to the rescue.”
What? No, that’s ridiculous. Sit back down. Seriously.”
But Ryan was three Patron shots past listening. Whether she wanted it or not, she was getting a goddamn act of derring-do. Or should that be derring doo-doo, considering where they were?
He chuckled. Yep, definitely the tequila. Not to mention the anticipation of a good knuckle-buster. He’d sworn off fighting as part of his effort to rehabilitate himself and get back on the force, but when circumstances demanded it…
He flexed his fists and opened the door. Doug fell into him. Ryan caught him and ducked the hard punch that came next. While the man with the flying fists regained his balance, Ryan propped Doug against the wall, out of the line of fire. When he stood up, two men faced him. Two tough-looking dudes in black leather and black beard stubble.
Man, am I glad to see you guys,” Ryan told them with a big smile.
True, so true. Tequila was nice, but a throwdown was even nicer.
He braced himself. The second man, who also happened to be the larger of the two, came after him first. Ryan lowered his head and caught him under the left arm. He lifted him up in the air and spun him around so his legs mowed down man number one, who stumbled to his knees. Ryan dumped the larger man on top of him. Painful groans ensued.
Ryan went into his fighting stance. It wouldn’t be fair to kick the men while they were down. He wasn’t fighting for survival here. This was strictly recreation. The two men scrambled to their feet. The larger one, who had so recently been twirling through the air, roared and charged him. The next few minutes passed in a blur of vicious punches and ducks and parries and all the tricks Ryan knew from his years as an impulsive hothead.
God, it felt good. Even the punches he took hit the spot. He knew from experience he’d suffer the consequences later. But that’s what ice was for. He’d recovered from plenty of brawls, with nothing worse than a slightly off kilter nose. And, frankly, he was grateful for that one flaw in his looks. Without that, someone might think him nothing but a pretty-boy.
Hey, pretty-boy,” growled the large man.
That did it. No one called him that without paying the price. Time to stop playing with these guys. Ryan kicked into turbo drive.
A jab to the kidney. An uppercut to the jaw.
When he got serious in a fight, whether against a man or a fire, he saw things in quick flashes moments before they happened. As if he existed in a time warp a few seconds earlier than the rest of the world.
A head jerked backward. Bloody slobber slung through the air. A man fell to his knees. The other man slumped on top of him. A hand lifted in submission, then dropped limp to the floor.
When Ryan stopped moving and things returned to their regular pace, he stood panting over the two fallen bodies of the intruders. By their movements and the whimpers filling the air, he knew they were fine. Pissed as hell, but fine. He wouldn’t want to meet them in a dark alley, but then again, San Gabriel didn’t have any dark alleys.
He shook out his shoulders and arms. He had a cut on the middle knuckle of his right hand, and what felt like a massive bruise on the left side of his ribcage. Nothing too serious.
He glanced over at the bouncer, Doug. His eyes were half-closed in pain and his arm seemed to be hanging kind of strange. Someone better get the guy some help.
Call 911,” he called to the bar. “I think his arm is broken.”
Already did,” said Katie, so close he jumped. Christ, she was right behind him. She must have been with Doug. Then he saw the baseball bat in her hand and took an alarmed step back.
What was that you were saying?” She stepped toward him with blazing eyes. “Right before you got my bar all bloody?” Another step forward. Was she really going to whack him with a bat? After all he’d done for her?
Um, Kumbaya?” he ventured, hands in the air. “My friend. Kumbaya?”
Yes! That was it.” She drew back the bat.
Now, now, Katie,” came a wheezing voice. “Put down the bat.”
Never had Ryan been so glad to see an old man with an oxygen tank, especially one who moved that quickly across the floor. He took advantage of Katie’s moment of inattention to pluck the bat from her hands.
She stomped her foot with a furious look. “I wasn’t going to bonk you, but if I did, you’d deserve it.”
He shook a finger at her. “Peace and harmony, my friend. Peace and harmony.”
Too late, he realized he should have taken away her left foot along with the bat.


Amazon Author Page amazon.com/author/jenniferbernard

There are details to a contest Jennifer is holding on her Facebook and website! I do hope you'll check it out!  I was able to obtain an early copy of Hot For Fireman, and I must say, I absolutely enjoyed it!  So get your copy ASAP, and don't forget to check out Jennifer's other book, The Fireman Who Loved Me, which was the first book released, and does feature Ryan in it a little bit. Hot For Fireman is Ryan's story. 


  1. Fun interview....loved the excerpt. Sounds like a must read book :)

    Congrats on your release Jennifer!

    1. Thank you, Christine! Release days are always so fun. Thanks for being part of mine!

  2. Hot - that's the only word for the whole blog.

    1. Good word, "hot"! I like it. Thanks, Daryl!

  3. Great interview, this sounds like a fun read.


    1. Thanks, Francesca! I had fun with both the book and the interview. ;-)

  4. I'm having to type this on a borrowed computer as my laptop burst into flame while I was reading this post and gawking at the nice fireman's picture. Great post and I'm eager to read this book!

    1. ROFL!! I hope a sexy fireman burst through the door to put out the flames. ;-) Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

  5. Ryan Adam Blake! This is your author speaking. Put your shirt back on! LOL. Thanks for the fun time, Nikki! Ryan and Katie are still talking about what a blast they had.

  6. LOVED THIS POST!!!Great job, Nikki!!
    Congrats to Jennifer on this HOT new book ... Can't wait for the next one!!

    1. Thanks, Amy! Nikki did an awesome job, didn't she?? Yay, Storm Goddess!

  7. Great "interview"! Loved Jennifer's first book and already have #2 pre-ordered and just waiting for Amazon to do it's shipping thing. Sigh. What we do for free shipping! Anyway, can't wait. Great new author to enjoy. And great blog, too!

    1. Thank you so much! I'm thrilled you loved the first one, hope you have fun with the second one too! Come on, Amazon. You can do it. ;-)

  8. Loved the character interview and enjoyed the excerpt. I have this series on my wishlist for the moment. Thanks for sharing with us:)

    1. Thanks, Maria! I'm honored to be on your wishlist. ;-)

  9. Great character interview. I have this book on my list to read. Might just have to move it up a couple of places. :)

    1. Hi Kelly - I hope you enjoy the book, whenever its moment comes! I always pick my next read depending on what mood I'm in. And my list is very long. ;-)

  10. Great character interview and definitely hot. Can't wait to read the book.

    1. Thanks, Janna! I hope you enjoy it!

  11. Enjoyed the character interview! These two are going to be fun to read! Book sounds wonderful. Gonna pick it up. Congrats on the release!

    1. Thanks, Jennifer! I really enjoyed writing these two characters. It was fun revisiting them. Hope you enjoy!

  12. Ha, I loved that excerpt. Sounds like a very entertaining book. I'll be marking it down on my TBR list. Congrats on the release.

    1. Thank you so much, Melissa! I aim to entertain, LOL.

  13. GREAT interview---I am reading this right now and LURVING IT Jennifer. Ryan is simply lighting many fires in and around my girly bits. I feel like a charcoled briqette.
    GREAT book, GREAT series and I can't wait to see more from you.
    LOVED,LOVED, LOVED, the bar scene with all 5 men wiggling their nekked hineys.
    You are a very visual and gifteed writer!

    1. Thank you very much, C.S.! Ha, you picked my favorite scene. ;-) Can't you just see that in a movie? I'd watch! LOL.

  14. I love this post! A friend just read this book and she really liked it. I plan to get this one soon too. Thanks

    1. Hi Taryn! So glad your friend liked it, hope you do too! ;-)

  15. Oh my gosh, this was such a blast! Thank you EVERYONE for coming by and showing Jennifer (And the blog) some love! Jennifer, happy release day, and I can't wait for more hunky firemen. Hurry up and write them!! LOL :)

    1. Thank YOU, Nikki! I had a ton of fun. You have some lovely readers here on your blog, thanks to all who stopped by. Now back to writing! LOL.

  16. Great interview and I think I'm love and out of luck. I'm sure Katie would have something to do with that...

    Congratulations on the release.


  17. Hi Marika! Let me tell you, I totally fell in love with Ryan too. That Katie's a lucky girl, LOL. Thanks for the congrats!