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Driving Chloe Wild: A Smoke Jumper Short Story
Driving Chloe Wild: A Smoke Jumper Short Story
Driving Chloe Wild: A Smoke Jumper Short Story
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Driving Chloe Wild: A Smoke Jumper Short Story

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Originally included in Smoking Hot as bonus material, "Driving Chloe Wild" is a short story (5800 words or 20 pages) intended for readers of the When SEALs Come Home and Smoke Jumper series who enjoy sexy firefighters, starting over, and first kisses.

When the newest member of the Strong smoke jumper team spots a runaway bride by the side of the Nevada highway, he offers the lady a ride…and sparks fly.

For more fire fighter romances, check out the When SEALs come Home series!

Burns So Bad (Book 1)
Smoking Hot (Book 2)
Sweet Burn (Book 3)
Yours for Christmas (Book 3.5)
Heated (Book 4 – February 2015)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAnne Marsh
Release dateJul 16, 2014
ISBN9781501458057
Driving Chloe Wild: A Smoke Jumper Short Story

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    Driving Chloe Wild - Anne Marsh

    The bride by the side of the Vegas highway stuck her thumb out when she spotted his truck. Hitching for a ride, he thought, when she should have been riding high in a limo. A bright red roller bag decorated with polka-dot duct tape peeked out from behind the enormous white mountain of her wedding dress. She shifted as he drew closer, waving her thumb frantically, and he caught a glimpse of pink Converse sneakers. It wasn’t a sight a man saw every day—and that was saying something, since Adrian Henry had spent the last two years working a Vegas firehouse. He’d seen plenty of things, some of which he would have given his right nut to unsee.

    From the looks of the bride, she’d had a similar day. Her mascara had run, giving her a raccoon-like look (as the baby brother to three older sisters, he’d been the unwilling subject of far too many make-overs and had learned the difference between waterproof and wash-off when he’d had to go to first grade sporting mascaraed lashes). She wasn’t crying now, however. In fact, she looked angry. Maybe she sensed he had no intention of stopping. He probably wasn’t the first to pass her by, even if the highway was empty now. The dress billowed around her, one of those big puffballs of white and gauzy stuff.  Her veil fluttered from the outer pocket of the roller bag.

    The only thing missing was the groom.

    When he blew on past her, going fifty because he couldn’t put Vegas behind him too fast, she blew him a quick kiss and flashed him the bird. Oh, she was trouble. He respected her fuck you attitude, however. Whatever had happened to her, she’d done her crying and now she was getting on with living. Like him.

    His foot hesitated, shifting from the gas pedal

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