Ignite on Contact: Brotherhood By Fire Read online

  Copyright © 2020 Jaci Burton, Inc.

  Excerpt from The Best Man Plan copyright © 2020 by Jaci Burton, Inc.

  Cover image © Claudio Marinesco

  Author photograph © Steve Ervin

  The right of Jaci Burton to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Published by arrangement with Berkley, A member of Penguin Group (USA) LLC, A Penguin Random House Company.

  First published in this Ebook edition in 2020

  by HEADLINE ETERNAL

  An imprint of HEADLINE PUBLISHING GROUP

  Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may only be reproduced, stored, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, with prior permission in writing of the publishers or, in the case of reprographic production, in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Cataloguing in Publication Data is available from the British Library

  eISBN 978 1 4722 7080 1

  HEADLINE PUBLISHING GROUP

  An Hachette UK Company

  Carmelite House

  50 Victoria Embankment

  London EC4Y 0DZ

  www.headlineeternal.com

  www.headline.co.uk

  www.hachette.co.uk

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Author

  Praise for Jaci Burton

  Also by Jaci Burton

  About the Book

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  Bonus excerpt of The Best Man Plan

  Have you followed Jaci Burton's Play-By-Play?

  Visit a town called Hope

  Find out more about Headline Eternal

  About the Author

  Jaci Burton is a New York Times bestselling author who lives in Oklahoma with her husband and dogs. She has three grown children, who are all scattered around the country having lives of their own. A lover of sports, Jaci can often tell what season it is by what sport is being played. She watches entirely too much television, including an unhealthy amount of reality TV. When she isn’t on deadline, Jaci can be found at her local casino, trying to become a millionaire (so far, no luck). She’s a total romantic and loves a story with a happily ever after, which you’ll find in all her books.

  Find the latest news on Jaci’s books at www.jaciburton.com, and connect with her online at www.facebook.com/AuthorJaciBurton or via Twitter @jaciburton.

  Praise for Jaci Burton:

  ‘A wild ride’ Lora Leigh, No. 1 New York Times bestselling author

  ‘It’s the perfect combination of heat and romance that makes this series a must-read’ Heroes and Heartbreakers

  ‘Plenty of emotion and conflict in a memorable relationship-driven story’ USA Today

  ‘Strong characters, an exhilarating plot, and scorching sex . . . You’ll be drawn so fully into her characters’ world that you won’t want to return to your own’ Romantic Times

  ‘A beautiful romance that is smooth as silk . . . leaves us begging for more’ Joyfully Reviewed

  ‘A strong plot, complex characters, sexy athletes, and non-stop passion make this book a must read’ Fresh Fiction

  ‘Hot, hot, hot! . . . Romance at its best! Highly recommended!’ Coffee Table Reviews

  ‘Ms Burton has a way of writing intense scenes that are both sensual and raw . . . Plenty of romance, sexy men, hot steamy loving and humor’ Smexy Books

  ‘The characters are incredible. They are human and complex and real and perfect’ Night Owl Reviews

  ‘Spy the name Jaci Burton on the spine of a novel, and you’re guaranteed not just a sexy, get-the-body-humming read, but also one that melds the sensual with the all-important building of intimacy and relational dynamics between partners’ Romance: B(u)y the Book

  ‘As usual, Jaci Burton delivers flawed but endearing characters, a strong romance and an engaging plot all wrapped up in one sexy package’ Romance Novel News

  By Jaci Burton

  Boots and Bouquets

  The Matchmaker’s Mistletoe Mission (e-novella)

  Brotherhood by Fire Series

  Hot to the Touch

  Ignite on Contact

  Hope Series

  Hope Smoulders (e-novella)

  Hope Flames

  Hope Ignites

  Hope Burns

  Love After All

  Make Me Stay

  Don’t Let Go

  Love Me Again

  One Perfect Kiss

  Play-by-Play Series

  The Perfect Play

  Changing The Game

  Taking A Shot

  Playing To Win

  Thrown By A Curve

  One Sweet Ride

  Holiday Games (e-novella)

  Melting The Ice

  Straddling The Line

  Holiday On Ice (e-novella)

  Quarterback Draw

  All Wound Up

  Hot Holiday Nights (e-novella)

  Unexpected Rush

  Rules Of Contact

  The Final Score

  Shot On Gold

  About the Book

  It’s time to turn up the heat . . .

  Relationships. Firefighter Rafe Donovan avoids them whenever possible. He makes sure the women he dates know up front that he’s in it for a good time, great sex and nothing more.

  Fun. Carmen Lewis does have time for anything except being an ER nurse and looking after her disabled grandfather. But Rafe has always been there for them both, and he’s clearly interested in Carmen. She knows he’s a player, but she’s very tempted by his charm and incredible body. And maybe a little fun isn’t so bad – as long as she guards her heart.

  Love. Rafe soon realizes that until now he’s only been playing at romance. With Carmen he feels searing passion and heart-tugging emotion for the first time. Now he just has to convince her that what they have together is the real deal.

  This book is dedicated to family—

  whether blood or found.

  Thank you to mine for being

  all that I’ve ever needed.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Gracias por todo, Carmen.

  CHAPTER 1

  FLAMES LICKED ALL AROUND RAFE DONOVAN, THE HEAT from the house fire causing sweat to drip down his face and inside of his SCBA mask. Since he couldn’t wipe his face, he blinked instead, clearing the perspiration from his eyes.

  Rafe firmly gripped the lead hose to douse the blaze threatening to drop a fiery ceiling on their heads. Tommy Rodriguez had his back, feeding him more line. They soaked the flames in the living room, pushing
through the dining room and into the kitchen, driving the beast back.

  “It’s wearing down,” Rafe said, watching as the inferno tried to roar, then inched back into the walls as he blasted it with water. “You don’t win today, you bastard.”

  “You tell that fucker, Rafe,” Rodriguez said.

  Fire was his nemesis, the thing that had almost killed him back when he was a kid. It had also saved his life, turned it around and given him a new beginning. But it still had to die. Every day he faced it, it had to die.

  When the blaze was finally extinguished, he exhaled. The Engine 6 team did a walk around, pulling down walls to make sure fire didn’t lurk in the Sheetrock, waiting to reignite. He made his way outside and pulled off his mask, sucking in a deep breath of Ft. Lauderdale’s hot summer air.

  It might be humid as hell, and he might be drenched under his turnout gear, but he’d survived. No one was inside the house when the fire broke out, so he’d call this one a success.

  He looked at the one-story ranch, charred but still standing. It looked a little beaten down, but the old house would come back.

  “Nice job in there.” Jackson Donovan, his brother and his lieutenant, patted him on the back.

  “Thanks.”

  He grinned and headed back to the truck, elation blasting through him as it always did when they were successful.

  He loved his job. If he could do it every day, he would.

  They began to wrap up. They were folding the hoses and packing up equipment when smoke started pouring from the roof.

  “Dammit,” Rafe said. How had they missed that? He heard Jackson’s voice ordering them to get back into the house. Rafe loaded a fresh tank of oxygen on his back and put his mask on, then waited for his backup.

  Rodriguez was right behind him as they returned inside.

  “Be careful in there, all of you,” Jackson said. “I don’t like the looks of that smoke.”

  “Yeah, got it,” Rafe said. He didn’t like the skittering feeling crawling down his back. He had a sixth sense about fire, and which scenes posed a danger. This one didn’t feel right to him. Something was off.

  Inside looked clear, which meant the smoke was hiding in the walls somewhere. Hendricks and Richards were inside, too, helping them inspect. They’d broken off, going in the opposite direction.

  “There’s no heat, no smoke,” Rafe said as they made their way around the house, testing more walls for fire. “So where’s the smoke coming from?”

  “Attic, maybe,” Rodriguez said.

  “Already up in the attic and cleared it,” Hendricks said into his radio. “So whatever we saw, it isn’t up here.”

  Damn. It wasn’t unusual for a fire to snake along the walls, lurking, moving from one location to another. Which meant they’d have to check behind the drywall in every room until they found it and extinguished it. Rafe used his drywall hook to cut open a section of wall, checking for smoke in one of the smaller back bedrooms.

  “Anything?” Jackson radioed.

  “Still looking,” Rafe radioed back. “Not finding anything.”

  “I don’t like this,” Jackson said. “Keep a sharp eye.”

  Rafe was already doing that. The whole team was in here now, cutting through and dragging down sections of walls to search for smoke, looking for hot spots.

  When Rafe got to the closet in the hallway, he felt the door. It was hot, and the paint on the outside of the door was bubbling.

  “There you are,” he whispered, then turned to Rodriguez. “We need to vent this through the roof.”

  He was about to notify Jackson that they were exiting when he was knocked back off his feet by an explosion.

  And then everything went dark.

  BUSY SHIFTS IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM AT FT. LAUDERDALE Medical Center were Carmen Lewis’s jam. It was a big-city emergency room, serving a large population that made for demanding days. Carmen’s shifts went fast because she rarely stopped moving. She relished the fast pace, but even more, she loved helping the sick and injured.

  She was charting in the station when her friend and fellow nurse Tess Blackstone stopped by. “The patient in room seven is ready for discharge according to Dr. Lange. Scrip for pain meds and a follow-up with his personal physician in a week. Room six is still waiting for someone to take her up for a CT scan. I just administered another bolus of morphine to room eight with Dr. Chan’s approval.”

  Carmen nodded and updated the patient charts, signing off on the discharge for room seven. “Call CT—again—and tell them we’ve been waiting an hour and a half for that scan. What’s the status on the patient in room three?”

  “Waiting to be taken up for an angiogram.”

  “Okay, thanks.”

  “I’ll see what’s up with CT—again,” Tess said, picking up the phone and rolling her eyes at Carmen.

  Carmen grinned, confident Tess would do her job well. All her nurses did. She had the best staff in the hospital, in her opinion. As triage nurse and supervisor of the department, Carmen had her hands in everything in the ER, which meant she was always managing chaos. Just the way she liked it.

  EMTs rolled in with a firefighter strapped to a stretcher, bringing Carmen to instant alert. She recognized Rafe right away since he and his brothers lived in the house next door to hers. As a nurse running an ER, she never panicked, but she hated seeing someone she knew on that stretcher.

  His face was covered with ash and grit, but she was happy to see he was awake and seemingly alert as she directed the paramedics to take him into room five.

  The attending physician came into the room at the same time to do an assessment.

  “Explosion at a house fire,” EMT Miguel Acosta said. “He took a pretty good blast that knocked him unconscious.”

  Acosta and his fellow EMT Adrienne Smith unstrapped Rafe and moved him from the stretcher onto the ER bed.

  “But as you can see,” Rafe said, “I’m not unconscious now.”

  “Patient was down for approximately three minutes but roused quickly,” Miguel said.

  “And then he was a royal pain in the ass in the ambulance all the way here,” Smith said, glaring at Rafe. “So he’s alert and oriented times three.”

  “Any vomiting?” Dr. Lange asked.

  “None,” Smith said.

  “Thanks, Adrienne,” Carmen said. “We’ll take it from here.”

  Miguel smiled at Rafe. “Behave yourself.”

  Rafe tried to sit up, but Carmen laid a firm hand on his shoulder. “Nope. Stay put until we assess you.”

  Dr. Lange did a physical and neurological exam.

  “No burns, but he does have a bump on the head. No external injuries. Get him set up on an IV and EKG and do his vitals and blood work,” Dr. Lange said. “Let’s order a CT scan.”

  She nodded and Dr. Lange stepped out. Carmen went to the cabinet to get the leads and everything else she’d need, then alerted one of the other nurses to bring her IV fluids.

  “I shouldn’t even be here,” Rafe said.

  “You know the protocol, Rafe,” Carmen said, giving him her standard nurse stare. No one ever argued with her stare. It was pretty fierce.

  Rafe, apparently, wasn’t fazed by her glare.

  “Whatever, Carmen. I’m fine.”

  “Sure you are. Let’s get you out of that turnout gear.”

  He grinned. “Getting me naked. Now we’re talkin’.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Can you sit up?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  She held out her hand. He grasped it and sat up, much too fast for her liking.

  She noticed he winced, and then he wobbled on the table a little.

  “Head hurt?”

  He reached for his forehead, cradling it in his hand. “A little. Damn backdraft caught me unaware, and the door knocked me backward. And out cold, I guess.”

  She’d known Rafe and his brothers since they moved next door to her four years ago. Rafe helped her all the time with her gra
ndfather. Over the years, they’d grown close, and the thought of him being hurt made her hurt.

  She helped him unlatch his jacket and slide it off. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

  He shrugged out of his coat, and Carmen couldn’t help but admire his broad shoulders encased in his tight T-shirt, something she shouldn’t be noticing right now.

  “Can you stand so we can get the rest of your turnout gear off?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Hold my hand.”

  His lips curved, revealing his amazing smile. “Carmen, I never knew you were interested.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Up. Hold my hand.”

  He took her fingers and dropped his suspenders, letting the pants fall while he stepped out of his boots.

  The hottest man she knew was undressing in front of her. At least partially undressing. Even in his T-shirt and standard uniform pants, standing this close to him made Carmen feel things she hadn’t felt since—

  Longer than she’d like to admit. Which she wasn’t going to think about, because right now Rafe was a patient. And that’s all he was to her.

  “Come on, climb back into bed. Shirt off.”

  “See, you flirting with me like this makes my head feel a lot better.”

  She shot him a look. “At least your sense of humor is still intact.”

  He gave her a lopsided grin. “Always.”

  He pulled his shirt off, and she refused to notice his wide shoulders and muscled chest, or the very interesting tattoo on the back of his right shoulder.

  Okay, she did notice the tattoo, the Maltese cross with the three fists and the words “Brotherhood by Fire” surrounded by flames. She wanted to ask. She didn’t. He was hurt and she was his nurse and it was none of her business. She got him into a gown and hooked up to the machines so they could chart his vitals, all of which were ridiculously normal. She checked his eyes, which were dilating normally as

  well—a very good sign.

  Amy, one of the nurses, brought her the fluid bag, so she started the IV. Rafe didn’t even flinch when she inserted the needle, which wasn’t a surprise. The guy was tough. She wet a washcloth with warm water and brought it over to clean the soot and grime off his face.