Melanie Kincaid is a trust-fund baby with a knack for sassycomebacks and unnecessarily complicating her privileged life. So, of course shewould have to fall in love with a man she can't have.
James
on Hayes is a NYC firefighter for Manhattan’s oldestladder company with big shoes to fill and a city to protect. He’s strong, sexy,and not looking for the complications Melanie brings. But he can't stay awayfrom her either. The attraction between them is immediate and the pull betweenthem is crazy powerful. But she's only home for the summer and long-distancerelationships never work.
on Hayes is a NYC firefighter for Manhattan’s oldestladder company with big shoes to fill and a city to protect. He’s strong, sexy,and not looking for the complications Melanie brings. But he can't stay awayfrom her either. The attraction between them is immediate and the pull betweenthem is crazy powerful. But she's only home for the summer and long-distancerelationships never work.
Unfortunately, Melanie’s beauty and smart mouth are a lethalcombination and Jameson isn't the only Hayes who's interested. As if hisbrother isn't enough to compete with, now the city's most famous arsonist wantsto claim her as his next prize. Jameson can't stand to watch Melanie get hurtand she can't seem to keep herself out of trouble.
Fall for Me is the first Ladder Company novel, a stand-alonecompanion series about New York's most elite firefighting family with hot alphaheroes, snarky heroines, and an arsonist hell-bent on destruction.
“Mom!” I move through the foyer and into the open great room— a large, open living/kitchen combo— where I leave my suitcase and kick off my flats before I hit the carpet. What the hell is she doing with gas? That stuff is toxic.
“Well?” Mom says, appearing at the edge of the hall on the other side of the kitchen. She has a hand towel around her neck and one of her many yoga-specific exercise outfits on. This one is a light blue and she’s barefoot. Monica Kincaid is dedicated to many things in life— her husband Christian, her daughters (the youngest, especially), and her charity projects— but yoga is the one out of all of it that I don’t understand. It puts her at peace, she says.
“Well?” I ask and drape the dress bag over the island counter top in the kitchen and move around to prop myself up on one of the bar stools. God, that gasoline smell is driving me mad.
“Are we planning a spring wedding yet or what?” Mom says with a grin. Her nose wrinkles, catching the scent of the gasoline, I’m sure. “Janet and I have been taking bets.”
“God, Mom,” I say and place my head in my hands.
“No really,” she says, “Tell me.”
“Nothing happened,” I say. Verbalizing it is even more disappointing than it probably should be. Apparently, Mom and Dad were also in on Jameson and Royal’s surprise trip. It took all of an hour after they landed for Janet Hayes to text me telling me she wishes she could have been there. It was sweet, but then she suggested she needed to leave me alone so I could spend as much time as possible with Jameson. And that we shouldn’t be disturbed. While the level of investment our mothers have in our has-yet-to-happen relationship is borderline creepy, the support is pretty awesome. It’s a rarity to find a woman as kind and loving as Janet Hayes is. Even if she doesn’t really know appropriate boundaries and likes to talk about when her sons were starting puberty… in all the gory details. I know more about Jameson’s solo activities whenhe was a kid more than I care to.
“You must be joking,” she says and heads to the fridge where she pulls out a single-serve cup of yogurt. “That man flew down to that god-awful place—,”
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in manydifferent genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murdermysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everythinghas at least a splash of romance.
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