Title: Five Alarm Alphas
Authors: Lexxie Couper and more
Feeding the Flames ~ Leah Breamel: When chef Tabatha Morgan returns to Barnett Springs, her burning crush on firefighter Zac Buchanan flares back to life. Trouble is, Zac has made a promise to keep his distance from Tabby, so Zac’s best friend and fellow firefighter Quinn decides to help feed the flames of their mutual desire.
Combustible ~ Lexxie Couper: Arson investigator, Desmond Russell is the best in Australia. Cool, calm and collected, nothing ruffles him. Until he meets Outback fire brigade captain, Jess Montgomery, a woman who ignites all his sexual desires. The initial spark will engulf them both…but will their hearts survive the inferno?
Wet Down ~ Delilah Devlin: Out with the old, in with the new…Or so Sherry Thacker thinks. Problem is, her ex is always on her mind and right across the street. When a “Wet Down” ceremony to retire an old fire truck is planned by the city council she has to put aside her hurt and anger and do her job. Blake Thacker wants his wife back—in every way and he’ll use whatever means necessary to win her back. Sex is always best served WET.
Two to Spark ~ Marie Harte: When a psychic predicts that a faulty toaster, a black cat, and the wrong address will bring Cooper together with Ms. Right, he shrugs off the notion as crazy. But before long, fate has something else in store for the sexy firefighter when a spark of attraction ignites into true love.
Controlled Burn ~ Desiree Holt: Montana Wade was home after writing off the past ten years of her life, but she needed one more night of courage before she faced her family. Boone Crider, hotshot firefighter, was burned out form the rash of malicious fires. They thought one night as strangers would cure them both, but the fire they started between them soon became a barely controlled burn.
Up In Smoke ~ Lissa Matthews: Half-brothers, Josh and Jay, share everything from a house, to a love of curvy, older women. So when their dream woman accidentally sets her kitchen on fire, they ride to her rescue, sirens blaring, promising to kindle flames that may never be extinguished.
Rekindled ~ Cari Quinn: Some blazes refuse to be contained. It’s been months since ex-firefighter Katie Kemp has spoken to her former lover and squad mate, Dash Carlton. But when a late night drive down memory lane leads her to a small fire at Dash’s house, she realizes she’s not willing to turn her back on the hottest flame of her life.
Into the Fire ~ Shelli Stevens: Shannon has always prided herself on holding her own in the male dominated field of firefighting. She likes to be in control. Until she strikes a bargain with a sexy man from her past who makes her give it all up in the bedroom.
While we want as many people to enjoy this collection of original novellas as possible, it is intended for mature readers, 18 years of age and older.
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Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Having no idea how old she really is, Lexxie decided to go with 27 and has been that age for quite some time now. It’s the best of both worlds – old enough to act mature, young enough to be silly.
Lexxie lives by two simple rules – measure your success not by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try everything at least once. As a consequence, she’s laughed her way through many an eyebrow raising adventure.
A Q&A With Lexxie Couper
Was it easier to write your story knowing about the concept beforehand or was this a story you had already thought about writing? I’ve got a thing for firefighters (I’ve written four of them so far, five if you count Desmond, the hero of Combustible) and my father is a retired firefighter (no, I don’t have Daddy issues, I promise) so it’s a world I know quite well.
What inspired you to write about these particular characters? What was the deciding factor in choosing their story for this Anthology? I wish I could remember the exact moment the hero, Desmond, smacked me in the face and told me I was writing his story. Desmond was a minor (but pivotal) character in Muscle for Hire, Heart of Fame Book Two, and I always knew—even while writing that book—that he was going to come along one day and demand more of my time. I must admit, I was taken by surprise by his sexual domination side. And as for the heroine…well, Jess was one of those characters that just leapt from the page and took no prisoners. But boy, do the pair of them spark off each other (spark? Get it? Hee hee hee)
What’s your favorite line from your story? Hmmm….this is a tricky one, but I think I’m going to go with this line: By the time the chopper had landed, she was one “burn pattern indicates” away from a freaking orgasm.
Give us the inside scoop on another author in the anthology. (Share a “secret” or funny story) Oh oh oh! Ready? Lissa Mathews is a sucker for punishment…err….I mean, a goddess who deserves all the Tim Tams in the world. She offered to take on the job of being in charge of the financial side of this International affair despite it being a logistical nightmare of epic international tax rules.
Would you consider doing this type of collaboration again? This is my second (the first was the Down and Dirty box set with Sami Lee, Jess Dee and Rhian Cahill). Both have been awesome experiences so yes, I’d love to do it again with the right people 🙂 The question is, could those people put up with me?
What’s up next for you? Writing wise, way too many different manuscripts to list here, but amongst them is the third book of the Outback Skies series (the first book in the series releases January next year) and a super special secret I can’t really talk a lit at the moment but it involves a sexy Aussie bodyguard and a reclusive horror writer from his past…
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? I rarely write typical heroes and or heroines. I’ve written ADHD-suffering heroes, heroines who have Parkinson’s disease, heroes whose parents were murdered in front of them, heroines who didn’t know they were a dragon-shifter and heroes who discover they are the father of a 15yr old son. In one of my latest WIPs, my hero had third-degree burns over 40% of his body, including half his face and his genitals. I seem to like to see how difficult I can make my characters’ lives…and as a consequence, how difficult I can make find their HEA for me 🙂 I suspect my muse is a sadist.
Can you share a little of your current work with us? Absolutely. This is an (utterly) unedited snippet from Sliding Down, the first book in my Solo Dads series, which hopefully will be available early next year (I’ve set myself a Dec 1 deadline for getting it finished. Fingers crossed!) Ready?
Even as Grant Phillips laughed his way down the slide, hugging Sasha to his body as they twisted and banked up and down its wet sides, a part of his mind kept returning to the woman in the skimpy purple bikini.
Damn, she’d been—
The cry, frantic and terrorized at once, sounded behind him, a second before something slammed into him.
Something warm and soft with legs. Legs that suddenly appeared either side of his hips. Long, feminine legs.
“Oh God,” the warm soft thing with legs gushed behind him, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
It took a second for Grant to register the warm soft thing now pressed to his back was the woman in the skimpy bikini, her legs damn near wrapped around his hips, her hands clinging to his shoulders.
It took another second for his brain to register her breasts were squashed against his back, her sex nestled against his ass. A further second to acknowledge her wet skin was slipping and sliding against his as they barreled down the waterslide, a friction way more evocative than his brain as prepared for.
He twisted as much as he could to look at her over his shoulder, hugging Sasha—now laughing and squealing with delight at their abrupt acceleration—harder as he did so.
The woman in the purple bikini clung to him, eyes squeezed shut, a look of mortified dismay twisting her face.
He opened his mouth to say something—who knows what. Hi, I’m Grant, maybe—a heartbeat before they hit one of the slide’s notorious hairpin curves and any hope of doing anything but ride out the g-forces and splashes of water was destroyed.
Sasha squealed with excited joy again, no doubt on an adrenaline high. The woman let out a strangled eep, her arms wrapping around his torso with desperate strength. Her breasts mashed to his back, warm and soft and undeniably there. Her thighs pressed at his hips, squeezing him in the same way a bareback rider holds a horse.
Grant ground his teeth at the contact and, gripping his daughter tighter, fixed his stare on the rush of water and blur of blue tubing ahead of him.
It was that or—
Another hairpin bend whipped the unformed thought from his mind.
All three of them banked up the side of the slide, Sasha laughing the whole way, the woman in the purple bikini slipping against his back, her apologetic cries echoing through the tunnel.
Cries that became giggling squeals as they continued their rapid, wet decent. Giggling squeals that became almost euphoric pants and gasps. Pants and gasps that sent wholly inappropriate thoughts and images through Grant’s head.
But Christ, were they infectious.
Despite the situation, despite his body’s unsettling response to the damn near naked woman pressed against him, despite the fact all three of them were moving way too fast for his peace of mind, he found himself laughing as well.
Laughing and giving himself over to the rush of it all.
Their laughs filled the narrow tunnel. At every whiplash-fast bend the woman’s thighs gripped him tighter. At every banking corner her breasts slid against his back. On every straight, she laughed out one apology after the other.
And then, in an assault of sunlight and hot air, they were flying through the air, momentum impelling them from the end of the slide into the shallow pool at its conclusion.
When you start a book, do you already have the whole story in your head or is it built progressively? I am a panster through and through. I’ve only ever plotted one book (Suspicious Ways) and I have to admit, I almost didn’t write if after doing so. I already knew the ending 🙂 Every book I write is a surprise journey to me. I never know what’s going to happen.
Tell us something that people would be surprised you know how to do. Break a person’s clavicle with my palm. I used to be a martial arts instructor and damn, could I kick butt!