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In Too Deep
Station Seventeen #3
Kimberly Kincaid
Station Seventeen #3
Kimberly Kincaid
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: October 17, 2017
Publisher: Kimberly Kincaid
Romance
As Station
Seventeen’s rookie, Luke Slater knows his fire and EMS training will be both
rigorous and risky, but he never imagined having to partner up with the one
woman he wants to keep at arm’s length most of all. Quinn Copeland is as
wide-open as Luke is reserved. He has no interest in letting the sweet and sexy
paramedic rock his hard-earned control. But the need for composure becomes the
need to survive when they find themselves in the crosshairs of a brutal gang
leader on their first shift together.
Paramedic Quinn
Copeland’s station mates aren’t just her friends. They’re her family. She’d do
anything to keep them safe—including reluctantly trusting her
impossible-to-read, impossibly gorgeous new partner with the one thing she
holds close. As the passion between Luke and Quinn goes from a slow burn to a
sizzle, their steps grow more and more dangerous, both in the fire house and
out. Can they outwit a cold-blooded killer and face the fears that could cost
them everything? Or are they in too deep?
Copyright
© 2017 Kimberly Kincaid
Shae moved her gaze over their surroundings
in a methodical sweep, the eyes she’d squinted against the glare of the
late-morning sunlight going round and wide as they landed on Quinn. “So,” she
said, dropping her voice but not the ear-to-ear smile that told Luke nothing
good was going to come from their now-private conversation. “About Quinn.”
“What about her?” Luke stared holes in the
pick-off strap he’d pre-rigged before the drill, willing his fingers to
steadily fasten the stupid thing to the main attachment point on Shae’s
harness. Rope rescue. Safe transfer. Focus.
“You two have been spending some time
together lately, huh?”
His stomach knotted before dropping toward
his hips. “Quinn has been helping with my paramedic training,” he said,
selecting his words with care. After a really hairy call had led the house to a
gruesome arson/murder scene three months ago, Luke had been surprised to discover
he had a fear of blood. But since he also wanted to help people as a first
responder, he couldn’t let that fear—debilitating as it had been—stand in the
way of him doing the job that would keep people safe.
So he’d done what he always did. He’d taken
a step back to quietly attack the problem, devoting himself not only to the
rest of his fire and rescue training, but to earning his certification as a
paramedic at the same time. Yeah, the workload was intense, and no, balancing
both didn’t leave him much time for luxuries outside of sleep or hot meals. He
wasn’t exactly a stranger to balls-out hard work, though. In fact, he and hard
work were more like what his seventeen-year-old sister Hayley would call
“besties”. Not that Luke had any freaking clue what that might actually entail,
since he never got past the handshake and Heisman stage with anyone.
That whole arm’s length thing? So not an
overstatement.
At any rate, Luke had his sister and their
grandmother, Momma Billie. He didn’t need a bunch of Lifetime Original moments
to distract him from his goal. He’d attained his full qualifications as an EMT
six weeks ago. Official paramedic status would be in his reach before the year
was out, provided he could continue to keep his seemingly sudden-onset fear of
blood at bay. He was well on his way to becoming a full-fledged firefighter,
like he’d always wanted. Just as long as he could keep both his focus and his
distance, he’d be fucking stellar.
Quinn looked up with a grin and a wave
before heading back into the fire house, and Christ, did she really have
to have a set of cutely sexy dimples he could see all the way from here?
“Helping you with your paramedic training,”
Shae echoed, her quiet murmur tumbling him right back to the here and now of
the side wall of the engine bay.
Luke concentrated on the equipment in his
hands, the clink of the carabiners and the soft hiss of the nylon ropes as he
continued with the rope transfer while he spoke. “Sure. She’s been giving me
tips and tricks to remember different procedures, telling me the fastest ways
to safely do workups. Stuff like that.”
“Ah.” Shae waited a beat while he clipped
the backup carabiner for the line transfer into place. “You know, it wouldn’t
be terrible if you liked her.”
“I do like her.” The words shoveled out of
his mouth by default. He double-checked the carabiner. Adjusted the slack in
his line. Mentally kicked himself square in the nuts. “She’s nice.”
Shae made a noise Momma Billie would have
described as unladylike. “You know what I mean, Slater. Don’t be a dumbass.”
And that was the problem, right there. He was
a dumbass. He didn’t just like Quinn in a casual friends, good co-workers,
she’s-helping-me-with-my-training kind of way. Nope. He was attracted to
her. From the minute he’d clapped eyes on Quinn on his very first day as a
rookie, Luke had had this reckless desire to kiss her. To hook his fingers in
that waterfall of blond waves spilling down her back, to part her lips with his
tongue and taste her until he ran out of air.
And he didn’t want to
stop at her mouth.
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the
difference between sexy and sweet and hot and edgy romantic suspense. When
she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather
Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up
anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose
in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2016 and 2015 RWA
RITA® finalist and 2014 Bookseller’s Best nominee who lives (and writes!) by
the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly
patient husband and their three daughters.
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