Hey y’all! I’m pulling out all my southernisms today to introduce you to the lead female character of my soon to be released spanking romance. (I think it is coming out late next week. I’ll keep you posted 🙂 )
It’s currently titled The Fireman Calendar, and if you didn’t get a chance to meet the hot, hunky, fire captain, Eric Waters, last week, you can follow this link. 🙂
Today, it’s all about the girl power.
Meet Cassie Jo Stevens
She is the daughter of former Miss North Carolina – pretty, intelligent, brave, adventurous, and has a passion for playing pranks and having fun.
Here are a few pictures that seem kind of like Cassie.
LOL, did I forget to mention, she could care less about fashion. Her favorite item of clothing is her banged up, dirty, scuffed up, old army boots. And if she can get a reaction out of people by pairing them with a pretty dress during a formal occasion, why not? 🙂
Cassie Jo, the brave – she will stand up to anyone or anything, and she is about to meet her match with Eric.
Here’s a small excerpt where she has just witnessed a car accident, and meets the stern, new captain of the firemen.
“We’ve got this, miss. Please step away from the car.” A handsome blond, very tall fireman, strode purposefully toward them. His face was stern and confident, his blue eyes assessing everything in sight. This man was in charge and he knew it. And so did her body.
Oh for peteness sake! She was just overwhelmed from the endorphins. When everything calmed down, he would probably look like a troll with an eye patch and a mohawk.
Arrgh, matey. I be a Fireman.
She shook her head and took a few deep breaths. Lose your mind later, Cass. Thankfully, the firefighters seemed to have their heads on straight, so she backed to the side of the road and tried to stay out of everyone’s way. She was so relieved when they finally got Mr. McAllister free, and had carried him over to the waiting paramedics.
The large blond firefighter came over. He still looked pretty dang good. “Thanks for helping out until we got here, Miss…”
“Cassie Jo Stevens.” She shook his large hand, and tried not to blush. “I heard him crash. Is he going to be all right?”
“Paramedics are checking him out right now—“
“Captain Waters,” one of the paramedics interrupted him.
“I’ll be right back. Stay put.” He gave her a stern look.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, and huffed, looking over at the car. Poor old Mr. Mcallister didn’t need this. He was one of the true good guys. A decorated war hero, retired, widowed; and he helped out the community by taking care of all the homeless pets.
A small flash of movement in the front seat caught her eye, as the car continued to teeter on the edge. The firemen were having difficulties getting a line on the car to pull it from the edge. She inched closer to the old car.
There it was again. That small movement under the blanket on the front seat. Her eyes widened and she rushed toward the car.
“What the hell are you doing?!” the fire captain bellowed from the other side of the road.
Too late now. In for a penny. She carefully inched into the front seat of the car, praying it would hold on just long enough for her to get to it. She wrapped her arms around the moving blanket and inched her way backward out of the car, just as it started groaning and teetering over the edge. She screamed as large arms wrapped around her, yanking her from the car, just as the car teetered one last time, and fell into the embankment below.
He placed her on shaky feet, still holding her shoulders, and stared down at her. Never had she seen such intense, dark, angry eyes- not directed at her anyway.
“Do you have a death wish, little girl?” He gritted out as he patted her body down for injuries.
“I’m fine!” She pulled away from him and gasped at the sight below. Just two seconds later. Shuddering, she pulled the blanket tighter into her arms.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” He glared at her.
She shoved the blanket up at him, and opened it up. Five tiny sets of eyes peered up at them both, and the soft mewling began. “Mr. McAllister rescues animals.” She held the little bundles of fluff up to her cheek, and smiled. “These were probably his latest finds.”
“Well, your little rescue attempt almost got all of you killed, young lady. Go over to the paramedics and get checked out while I finish up here.”
It took an awful lot of energy to unclench her fists, and not tell this arrogant man where he could shove his check-ups. No one talked to her this way. “You don’t have to be so bossy about it.” She scowled. The look in his eye, and the twitch in his cheek had her hightailing it over to the ambulance. This new fire captain didn’t know who she was. She was twenty four years old, and was not going to be bossed around like some child. Well, she would put a stop to this domineering behavior.
His dark brown eyes narrowed. Next time.
“I’ll head over to get checked out, but only because I think it’s a good idea.” She huffed and turned with her delicate bundle in her arms. “Come on babies. Let’s go see the medics and find your papa.”
Thanks for stopping by. 🙂