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Fireman Dad (Love Inspired) Kindle Edition
Widowed mother Marissa Hawthorne's little boy wants to be like his new herofirefighter Jacob Greene. But Marissa and her son lost too much to the profession of firefighting already. She can't possibly let either of them get close to the man, no matter how noble he is. Especially because her own father is Jacob's boss. But when Jacob hires her to plan a special birthday party for his niece, Marissa soon learns that Jacob is a hero in many ways. And that taking risks for love is what life and faith are truly about.
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She stared at the flat rear tire of her wellused SUV, as if her glare might somehow put more air into the rubber. "Great." Swiping a loose strand of blond hair out of her eyes, she let out a sigh. Just when she thought she'd finally adjusted to widowhood over the yearsthe empty right side of the bed, the leftovers from dinner, the struggles of single parentingtimes like this highlighted the fact that she was truly alone.
Marissa tilted her head and studied the tire. She could probably figure out how to put on the spare, but she doubted her ability to jack up the car by herself. Not to mention the late morning Louisiana humidity had already sent a trail of perspiration down her back, despite the lingering remains of spring. At least she had made it to the parking lot of her event planning office, Your Special Day, before the mangled tire bent the rim and added that expense to the incident. She'd dropped Owen off at school and had turned on Spruce Street to head to work, when she felt the telltale thumping of the wheel.
Marissa braced one arm against the door of the hatch and briefly closed her eyes. Nothing to do but give it her best trycalling her dad was out of the question, nor did she want to shell out extra cash she didn't have to spare for a road service crew.
God, You know I don't ask for a lot of favors anymore. But can't I get a break? Just one? She opened the rear door and tugged at the flooring that covered the spare. Here went nothing.
"Need a hand?"
Marissa jerked upright at the deep voice breaking the silence of the parking lot. A tall, darkhaired man wearing jeans and black sunglasses strolled toward her. She'd been so caught up in her own turmoil she hadn't even heard his truck pull into a space across the lot. Marissa forced a smile, a polite no ready to roll off her lips, when the stranger whisked off his sunglasses. Pale blue eyes stared into hers, and her heart stuttered. The stranger's cleanshaven jaw broke into a smile that could have easily thawed winter's chill if the April sun hadn't already long done so. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find her voice.
"I'm Jacob Greene." He held out his hand and she shook it, mentally kicking herself for the distraction. He's only a man, Marissa, not a celebrity. Although he certainly could have been, with those chiseled good looks. In fact, he almost seemed familiarbut she couldn't place how.
She cleared her throat. "Marissa Hawthorne. I own Your Special Day." She released his hand and pointed to the store behind them.
"Then you're the lady I was coming to see." He smiled again, his teeth white and even against his tanned skin. His gaze drifted to her SUV. "And it looks like I was just in time."
You have no idea. Maybe God was still in the business of answering her prayers after all. Marissa smiled back. "I hate to play the damsel in distress, but I have to admit, this one has me stumped. I'd say I was having a Monday, if this wasn't Wednesday."
Jacob laughed. "I know what you mean. We all have those days." He easily removed the tire from the hatch and set it on the ground. "I can have you ready to go in a few minutes."
"I really appreciate it. It's not a big rush, since I'm already at work. I just need to be able to pick up my son later this afternoon from school." She pushed up the sleeves of her thin, peasantstyle blouse, trying to force her eyes away from the tight lines of muscle in Jacob's arms as he worked the lug nuts loose on the flat.
Jacob's eyes darted to hers, then back to the tire as he worked. "That shouldn't be an issue. How old is your son?"
"Owen's seven." Marissa tugged absently at the necklace she wore every dayan amethyst symbolizing Owen's February birthdayher stomach churning at the realization of how quickly her baby boy was growing up. Time was flying fasttoo fast. Kevin had been dead almost five years now, and she'd been back in her hometown of Orchid Hill, Louisiana, for a little over a year. Sometimes it seemed as if the last few years were nothing but a dream.
Sometimes a nightmare.
"I have a niece who is about to turn seven." Jacob wrestled the jack into place and began to hike up the SUV. He grunted with the effort. "She goes to Orchid Hill Elementary."
"So does Owen."
Jacob grinned. "Small world."
"I'm not sure about that, but it's definitely a small town." Marissa looked away, her fingers zipping over the necklace chain as she pretended to study something over her shoulder. Did he have any idea the effect of those dimples? They were downright dangerous.
She shouldn't notice such things. Dating was not a priorityOwen remained planted at the top of that short list, which meant work lingered a close second in order to provide for her son. Thankfully business had been good. At least the recession didn't seem to stop people from celebrating the milestones in their lives.
A familiar tsunami of regret washed over Marissa, mingling with the wind that teased the loose hairs from her hastily applied clip. Happy as she was with Owen, Marissa couldn't help the melancholy that sometimes took over when she was planning a wedding shower or anniversary party for a client. She and Kevin might not have had the happiest of marriages, and he might have put his firefighting career over his family to a fault just like her fatherbut it was still hard to face the fact that she would likely never get to celebrate an anniversary again. As a single mom and a business owner, who had time for anything else?
She tore her gaze away from the navy Tshirt stretching across Jacob's broad shoulders. Nope, no point in noticing his dimples. Or his muscles. Or the way his dark hair curled over his forehead
Marissa jerked as the wrench clattered to the pavement. Jacob removed the flat tire and began to assemble the spare. "Be sure not to drive on this thing for very longor very fast. The last thing you want is a blowout."
"No kidding." Marissa shuddered. "Thank you again for your help. I'd have been stuck." If not physically stuck, then financiallyor emotionally if she'd been forced to cave and call her dad to bail her out.
Jacob tightened the last of the lug nuts and stood, swiping his hands on the legs of his pants before placing the tools and the flat back into the hatch. "Think nothing of it. I'm glad to help awhat'd you call yourself? Damsel in distress?" He grinned, then shut the rear door and wiped sweat from his forehead with his shirtsleeve.
Marissa's business skills snapped back into effect at his tired gesture, and she motioned toward her office. "Come on inside, let me get you some water. It's the least I can do."
"That sounds good." Jacob fell into step beside her as they crossed the lot to her small, but functional, office space. He opened the door for her. "Ladies first."
Apparently chivalry wasn't dead in Orchid Hill, after all. Marissa thanked him and hurried to grab a bottle of water from the dorm fridge she kept beside her desk. She handed it to him. "Have a seat."
"Nice place." Jacob twisted the lid off the bottle and took a long sip as he looked around the open room, painted yellow with a mural of balloons and children on the far wall, and she couldn't help but warm at the compliment. He paused to touch the top of a bobblehead clown on the bookshelf that held party theme books. "Festive. Olivia would love that."
"Olivia?" His girlfriend, probably. Good thing she decided to put thoughts of his dimples far away. Marissa sat down behind her desk, grateful to be back on her own turf. She might not know anything about changing tires, but she knew party planning. Maybe she could offer Jacoband Oliviaa discount for his help.
"Olivia is my niece." Jacob took the chair across from her desk and finished his water with a quick swig.
Niece. Not girlfriend. Marissa tried to ignore the relief that seeped into her stomach and nodded for him to go on.
"That's why I came to your store in the first place, actually," Jacob continued.
"So it wasn't because you received my desperate SOS signal?" Marissa grinned, then regretted the way her heart thumped when Jacob smiled back, dimples on high alert.
"I thought I heard something." He laughed. "Seriously, though, I was hoping to hire you to plan my niece's birthday party."
"Sounds good." Marissa flipped open her leather day planner and fanned through the pages. Hopefully he wouldn't choose the weeks coming up that she had blocked off for the upcoming fundraiser. A city budget cut had recently led to a decision to lay off six firemen, and members of Orchid Hill Church asked Marissa to organize a big fundraiser for the affected families. As the daughter of one fireman and the widow of another, Marissa could relate all too easily to the families involved and was glad someone had come up with a way to help.
Even if her father, Fire Chief Lyle Brady, wasn't nearly as thrilled by Marissa's participation.
Marissa tapped her calendar with her pen. "What date did you have in mind?"
Jacob offered a sheepish shrug. "That's where my next question comes in. It's sort of short notice."
Marissa looked up. "How short?"
"Less than three weeks away."
"How much less?" Marissa's eyebrows rose.
Jacob's lips twisted to the side. "Four days?"
She couldn't help but laugh. "The party is supposed to be in two weeks and three days?"
"Hey, you're quick with math." He winked, and her stomach flipped with regret at the thought of di...--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- ASIN : B0055PQQBW
- Publisher : Love Inspired; Original edition (August 1, 2011)
- Publication date : August 1, 2011
- Language : English
- File size : 358 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 221 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,418,265 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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Betsy St. Amant knows the world of firefighting since her husband is one, and it shows in this book. The characters and their character growth is realistic and compelling. The added mystery of threats to the fire department adds a little spice to this sweet romance. Fans of Christian romance will enjoy this book.
Enter good looking and irresistible Jacob who came at a time Marissa really needed him. She'd been feeling lonely and wishing she still had her husband to help with the little things when he came. They started seeing each other, but when he found out who she was (the daughter of the fire chief) and when she found out who he really was (a fireman), they fought their attraction.
This book was about healing relationships and learning to move on. It's about living again. The author did really good at bringing all of this together. It was a sweet story. One thing I'll not, though, is that I got a little upset with Marissa a couple of times with her getting upset that a firemen came to her son's school to talk about fire prevention. The fact that she was made because now her son wanted to be a fireman when he grew up - how many little boys had that dream and grew out of it? But she still let Owen have his fire toys and talk about it so I can't fault her too much.
The story was a good example at how we can let circumstances make us judgmental and resistant to things in life.
Underlying all the romantic tension is a very real threat to Jacob's job and his family, as the fire department has been downsized, and Jacob's brother has lost his position. This adds a reality to the story, as so many cities are facing similar cutbacks. In fact, Betsy shares at the end of the book that her own husband was downsized by the fire department in their city a few years ago. And you can feel the depth of her understanding of this struggle throughout the book.
This is a fun read not just for those who know and love a fireman. A heartwarming tale of learning to trust God and allowing yourself to fall in love.
With a workaholic fire chief father and late husband who died in the line of duty, Marissa Hawthorne carries more than her share of baggage when it comes to interacting with firemen. Date one? Not a chance. But then Jacob Greene appears on the scene as her personal hero. He is everything she could want in a man: a gentleman, kind to her son, giving, attractive. But he works in the same profession that killed her husband and stole her father's time with her. Jacob is just as attracted to Marissa but has his own obstacles to developing a relationship with her. But when he decides to leap past those obstacles, watch out! Jacob is one of the most attractive "nice guys" I have met in a romance.
How St. Amant brings these two characters together is a lovely combination of longing, love, and lessons in trusting God. A bit of suspense running through the book makes the reader turn the pages a bit faster but it was the courtship of Jacob and Marissa, set against the background of modern day struggles, making me race to the epilogue.