FROM GOODREADS DEBUT FINALIST AND USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THE HURRICANE COMES THE FIRE.
Evelyn Danaher lives a quiet, uneventful life. That is until she meets Tommy. The only man who makes her lose control of her temper and her knickers at the same time.
Tattooed Irish firefighter Tommy Riordon found the woman of his dreams, then crashed and burned when a misunderstanding left him on his knees, clutching his balls.
They are wrong for each other in every way. But the very best love stores are the ones that shouldn’t work. After all, the fire that doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.
Contemporary Romance. Contains sexual situations, violence, offensive language and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up.
I'm a mixture of happy and sad right now. Happy that I finally got to read Tommy's story, happy that I got a glimpse of my favorite characters again, sad that it's ended and sad for parts of this journey I have just been on.
"The fire that doesn't kill you, makes you stronger"
I absolutely loved Tommy, he's the joker of the group, the Irish man with swagger who has all the girls falling over him with his cheeky smile and one-liners Tommy doesn't have to work too hard to get the girl, well, until he meets the fiery Irish redheaded, and stout Catholic girl Evelyn.
Man-whore meets good girl, I absolutely love these kinds of stories.
I loved the chase, the story of how Tommy and Evelyn met, I loved the banter between these Irish boys, I even loved the parts that made me cry.
I have waited a long time for this book, I wish there were more in this series.
I have swooned, laughed, cried and happily sighed. All the emotions!
THE FIRE can be read as a standalone but I highly recommend you start with The Hurricane and meet the whole gang before reading this book, which is like a finale in a way.
Goodreads TBR- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47570944-the-fire
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“Sorry to burst ya’ bubble baby, but murderin’ rapists pick and choose their own hours. Now explain to me why I spent good money for a phone that’s never on,” he said, relieving me of my heavy bag, and walking with me up the three flights of external stairs to get to Joe’s flat.
“Let me give you the money for the phone,” I pleaded. I never intended to keep it, but when he left it behind, I gave into the lure of the shiny box. Within ten minutes of charging it, a text from Tommy had arrived and he hadn’t let up since.
“Fine, I’ll take payment in kind,” he agreed.
“I’m not the sort of girl who’ll be paying for things with her body. If that’s the kind of person you take me for, I’m afraid you don’t know me at all. Now, I suggest you leave, and you can take your bloody mobile phone with you,” I hissed, utterly humiliated and absolutely furious that he would say something like that, when I’d honestly been giving serious thought to the idea of the two of us dating.
“Hold ya’ horses, baby. I never mentioned anything about what kind of payment I was after did I? If you’d given me half a chance, I would’ve asked you for a date. Seems to me that you’re the one whose dirty mind ran straight to sex,” he replied, shocking me into absolute silence.
“I…I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is about you, but you bring out the absolute worst in me,” I said.
“So it’s my fault you were mean!” he teased, making me even more flustered. “Well for that, my price just went up.”
“By how much?” I asked, suspiciously.