She battles blazing fires and battles for respect...

As a woman firefighter, Marcie O'Dwyer can never let down her guard. She knows it might cost her life. However, Ray Smith just might slip past her defenses. He poses the greatest threat...to her heart.

There is no room for her in his life...

Hard-hearted Ray Smith has vowed never to fall in love again. Only Marcie is working her way under his skin. This woman has no place on the Squad. No place in his heart.

Passions burn as bright as the fires they fight...

But can their attraction survive constant doubts, a misunderstanding and the threat of a maniac arsonist bent on murdering them both?

REVIEW

Candace Gold spins an exciting tale of one woman's struggle for equality in what has traditionally been a man's world--firefighting. Is there romance? Oh yeah! Marcie O'Dwyer, though more concerned with career than passion, finds herself embroiled in a big time romance with the hunky, but mysterious, Ray Smith--who may or may not be a chauvinist.

Fast paced, riveting and exciting are only a few of the words that express this thriller. Combine a feisty, fearless female with a dozen or more reluctant male co-workers and mix in one co-worker who is reluctant at work but only too happy to be more than friends outside the job. Stir the ingredients until they come to a boil with a crazed arsonist and a mad stalker [who may or may not be one and the same] then simmer on the back burner with twists and turns galore.

Who can Marcie trust? Who is trying to kill her? With her life on the line, she strikes back, determined to find the killer before the killer finds her--unprotected and vulnerable.

A must read!

Reviewed by: Diane Davis White
www.dianedaviswhite.com

EXCERPT

Monday morning after breakfast, Marcie O'Dwyer busily swept the kitchen floor. She looked up to see a dark-haired, handsome, incredibly built guy with broad shoulders walking toward her. His well-muscled body moved with easy grace.
Before she could say a thing, he said, "Hot damn! This is some sweet deal I got myself into."

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"We'll discuss that later. I can't believe they've hired a woman to clean for the house."

She looked at him as if he were crazy. "Who did you say you are?"

"I didn't. You're pretty damn nosy for a cleaning woman."

"I'm not the cleaning woman! I'm a firefighter, bud."

"You?" He chuckled. "You're putting me on, right?"

She shook her head, blood pounding in her ears. Leaning on the broom handle, she glared directly into his green eyes. "Damn serious!" she squeezed out between clenched teeth.

"A female doesn't belong in a firehouse. She belongs in a house surrounded by a white picket fence with a bunch of kids to take care of."

His reply knocked the heated banter squarely back into her court. Marcie gripped the broom handle so tightly her knuckles turned white. She had a mind to whack the guy right over his thick skull with it.

"O'Dwyer, I see you and Smith have met." Assistant Chief Lenny Wiebolt walked into the kitchen. "He's the new transfer from downtown, replacing Logan."