Two very different worlds collide when an electric romance is struck up by a starlet Hollywood actress when she meets a firefighter from an up-and-coming area in Northern Idaho. He falls for her exciting, fearless take on life, she falls for his genuine nature and noble path. After accepting a movie deal in which she needs to research the role, she joins the EMT class he is an instructor for. Together they navigate the intermingling of their lives until finding themselves at an impasse when she has to decide which of her commitments to honor; her movie contract, his training class, or their relationship.

Targeted Age Group:: 16+

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?

Victim of an always active imagination, I write the books that I myself want to read. I have been involved in emergency services for many years and it has obviously been the doorway to come up with new stories to tell.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?

I write what I know. I know emergency services, and I know relationships. That being said, the characters created their own identities the more I wrote. The character Jake, was easier to put into the story as he and I have many shared traits. The love interest Anna, she was intriguing for me to try and figure out. I started with the infectous energy of a few people I've known, then wanted to balance that with a stong, sucessful, driven young woman. All the other supporting cast are inspired by real life people in one way or another which each reader can relate to as they identify the same traits other people in their lives.

Book Sample

The airport bar was cold, drafty cold, and also had a very sterile feeling. Not sterile in a clean way, sterile in a clinical, no personality type way. Nashville was a common stopover point when flying and Jake liked the area, but right now, he was feeling pretty uninspired sitting here, sipping on a hefeweizen and watching the other travelers meander this way and that. His return flight had already gotten delayed by the bad weather up north that was affecting flights across the country and he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be letting up, pushing his return trip home that much farther back.

He had just spent the better part of two weeks at the National Fire Academy dealing with incident management and resource allocation. Just the title of the conference alone made him want to order the beer he was now sipping on in the airport lounge as he waited for his flight.

The department had paid for his travel, his airfare, and lodging while in Maryland, but if he got a hotel room now it would be on his own dime until they could reimburse him. He hadn’t considered it until overhearing someone talking on the phone about how the storm was wreaking havoc with all the flights across the country. He had been attentive at the conference, learned a lot, networked a little, but after all the time off and then having to go do that side of the job he really was in need of relaxing, going out, or something, which was strange because going out was not something Jake Foster did. He knew it though, he needed some excitement in his life again. The early season snowstorm in the northwest where he was trying to get back to was seemingly intent on making sure he stayed in this mundane trap that much longer.

Another group of people appeared down the concourse headed his way. After sitting in the airport this long he was able to judge when a plane got in by the traffic flows of people walking around in the airport. Nearly everyone was on their phone, either talking or walking and staring at the screen, all probably trying to figure out how long their next flight would be delayed.

Jake shook his head light-heartedly at the herd and took another sip of his beer. Near the back of the pack, he noticed a smaller figure, a young woman with her head staring down, lost in her phone. She was petite and couldn't have been much more than five foot two but with her head down and her auburn brown hair thrown up on the top of her head it was hard to tell for sure. He wasn’t trying to stare, but as he was people watching, she had caught his eye.

His stool at the high table was at the edge of the bar area, near the walkway and her current path would bring her right close by. In his current mood he almost, almost, felt like saying ‘hi’ as she came by, mostly just to appease that little twinge of excitement he might get from an attractive young woman looking his way and smiling a hello in return, but as she came closer he politely averted his gaze to not be like every other guy that probably hit on women at airport bars. Before he did though she looked up and he was caught off guard. It was her that actually looked at him and held her eyes on him. That was why just as her mouth opened to maybe say hi, she ran into the older couple who had stopped just in front of her.

The couple merely stumbled forward slightly, remaining on their feet, but the girl went crashing down, already apologizing to them as she fell. “Oh! Oh sorry!” she exclaimed as she landed on top of her carry-on bag. Out of natural courtesy and professional habit, Jake jumped up and went to help, even knowing the mild fall probably didn't hurt her. Kneeling next to her, he hesitated, then extended a hand under her arm, gently placing his palm at her elbow to help steady her, and held out his other hand to take with hers, offering her a way back upright.

Instead of standing up to her feet, she instead rose only enough to match how he was kneeling on the hard tile floor. She looked at him in the harsh airport lighting. “Oh, hi,” she squeaked. He was handsome, nearly ruggedly so, but also in a warm, good natured type of way. Not something she was necessarily used to seeing.

“Hi. Uh, I’m Jake.”

He never had been very smooth when trying to talk to girls.

“Hi, um… I’m… mortified,” she announced, but since she said it with a smile, he knew it was ok to laugh along with her at her joke. Despite her words, her eyes never left his, not until the couple in front of her that she had crashed into had stopped to mutter an apology before continuing on their way, and then another lady that had witnessed it came by to check on her. “Are you ok, that looked really bad!”

They both bit back a snicker and she looked to the concerned lady. “I’m fine, thank you,” she said, then looked back to the man who had come to her rescue. Even kneeling there she could tell he was tall, probably over six feet, and strong. His face was clean shaven and passive, not giving away anything other than that he was obviously intelligent, observing, and measured. She hadn’t known many if any, guys like that, but somehow she knew that was the type she was looking at right now. His dark hair was close cropped and was just beginning to show the salt and pepper speckles of either heredity or stress. She couldn’t be sure of which. He was maybe a little older than her but only by a couple of years, which was funny since a magazine article had just hit the stands a few days before quoting her as saying how a little age gap didn't matter to her. It was his eyes though that held her attention. Green flecked, deep, and soulful.

“You alright?” His voice was mellow and steady, with a bit of a smile in it like he knew she was ok, other than probably being embarrassed. His normal day to day demeanor was practiced and poised, but he was having a hard time channeling that calm right now for some reason.

“Yeah, sorry. And um, thank you!” she quickly replied, never one usually at a loss for words, yet now finding them hard to find.

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