Welcome, tell my readers about your new release:
Fire Dreams
By Tamsin Baker
m/m contemporary erotic romance.
(novella length)
Blurb:
Dylan is living his dream, fighting
fires and saving lives. Bruised ribs call for a doctor visit and he meets Zach.
The sexy ER surgeon tempts Dylan, with more than the casual one night stands he
usually indulges in. However Zach's life means long hours and pressure.
He's left wondering if he can cope.
Zach meets the gorgeous young Dylan,
who is the answer to his silent prayers. The hardworking Firey is beautiful,
smart and funny. What more could he ask for?
But these two shift-workers have no
relationship experience. Will their lives get in the way of their new love or
could their incredible passion conquer all?
Excerpt:
Dylan smiled up at Zach, whose
wavy brown hair had been combed and gelled today. His chin was smooth from a
recent shave and he wore beautiful casual clothes. Designer jeans and a fitted
white cotton shirt. Yum. He barely resembled the dishevelled doctor from
yesterday, yet that same confident aura was there about him.
“You fix up everyone at the
station do you?”
He’d never seen Zach around
before, but then he’d only been with this crew for twelve months.
Both Les and Zach chuckled.
“Yeah, sometimes.” Zach agreed, his eyes darkening slightly the longer he
stared at Dylan. “Wanna come with me so I can check out your ribs again? Can we
use the first aid room this time?”
The captain slapped Zach on the
back and nodded. “Yeah, go for it. I’ll be in my office if anyone wants me.”
“Shall we?” Zach smiled at him,
looking as innocent as ever. Dylan stifled the laugh as he gingerly rose and
headed off in the direction of the first aid room.
They entered the small room and
Dylan turned, coming nose to nose with his doctor, who was breathing a little
too fast.
“How do you want me?” Dylan
asked, lifting his chin a fraction to meet Zach’s eyes. He was six foot two
without shoes on. This guy would have to be six foot four.
Zach clenched his teeth, his
mouth turning down in displeasure or annoyance, Dylan wasn’t sure.
“Sit down and I’ll check your
lungs, your blood pressure and your ribs. Then we’re done.”
Dylan wasn’t sure he liked the
sound of that. He didn’t want to be done with
this guy so soon.
Zach picked up the stethoscope
with business-like air. Dylan’s belly cramped with disappointment, but he
pulled off his T-shirt and sat down, allowing Zach to examine him.
And examine him he did. Cold, professional fingers tapped on his ribs
and palpated his bruise. Zach took his blood pressure and listened to his
lungs. It was all very clinical and correct. Exactly what he would expect from
a doctor, not the man whose touch yesterday had managed to miraculously pull an
aroused response from his half comatose body.
“Headache today?”
Dylan nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t
sleep well last night.”
“Your ribs were too sore?” Zach
asked again, his voice brief and detached.
“Yeah.” Dylan agreed, unable to
believe that this was it. He’d hoped Zach liked him, would want to have a drink
with him or something. Had he been wrong? Was Zach even gay, or had he misread
all of those subtle signs from yesterday?
One more prod of his fingers and
Dylan was certain he’d got it all wrong.
“All done. No fractures, just
bruising and perhaps sprained cartilage. You were very lucky.”
Dylan dropped his eyes to the
carpet floor, picking up his T-shirt with his right hand.
“Okay, thanks.” He couldn’t bring
himself to look at this guy. He was angry and hurt. He had no reason to feel
like that and chastised himself for being stupid.
He pushed to his feet and forced
himself to meet Dr Zach Shaw’s level brown stare. He was being ungrateful and
needed to do better than that. Zach was an ER surgeon, his time was valuable
and the last thing he’d want to do on his time off was doctor people.
“It was really good of you to
help me out. I appreciate it.”
He turned the T-shirt in his
hands, ready to put it back on, but Zach reached up and grabbed it, holding his
hands still.
“I’ve discharged you from my
service. I’m no longer your doctor.”
Dylan narrowed his eyes. What was
this? Was he just trying to rub it in now? “Yeah, no problem... why...”
Zach’s brown eyes showed anger
and a muscle flexed in his jaw, tightening his whole demeanour.
“Good. If you accept that, then I
can do this.” Dylan found himself pulled forward into Zach’s arms and those
luscious lips descended to press down onto his.
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