BOOK INFORMATION
Lights To My Siren
by Lani Lynn Vale
October 2nd, 2014
by Lani Lynn Vale
October 2nd, 2014
"Vale intertwines
these two series effortlessly and produces another engaging, sexy, and fun book
that hooked me from page one." ~ Tori from SmexyBooks
BOOK SUMMARY
You’re The Lights…
Sebastian had one rule.
No women on the back of his bike. Period.
The one time he broke that rule, he killed the woman that was
carrying his child.
Then comes Baylee Roberts. She makes Sebastian want to break
every single rule he’d ever implemented. Hell, but she even makes him consider
that dreaded H word. A helmet.
To My…
Baylee Roberts innocently walked into her bathroom never
expecting that she’d find a man in there. It is her bathroom after all, and she
lives alone.
From the instant he placed his hat on her head to protect her
from the sun, Baylee’s mind becomes filled with thoughts of a certain biker.
She really shouldn’t go there. There’s no telling what kind of
dangerous things he does for The Dixie Wardens MC.
Siren…
Nothing is ever as easy as it should be. Their relationship’s
one of them.
Baylee’s brother is a cop. Baylee’s father is a cop. Which
inevitably means that Baylee’s going to have certain hang-ups about being with
a man like himself.
Sebastian has a lot on his plate with his busy job as a
firefighter, a single father, and the vice president of The Dixie Wardens MC.
Not enough, though, to keep him away from Baylee.
When a
series of arsons rattle their hometown and puts Sebastian’s life on the line,
Baylee finally realizes the only fire Sebastian can’t put out is the one inside
her heart.
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EXCERPT
Apartment fire at Town
Oaks. Neighbors say it has fully
engulfed the first apartment on the West Side.
As soon as I heard those words, I knew it was going to be
bad.
We’d responded to call after call in the past six hours of
my shift.
Kettle and I had both been on the first hose as we’d pointed
the stream into a large hole that was cut into the side of apartment 1A’s wall.
Kettle had been at my back, his shoulder pressed against the
middle of my back to ensure we both kept adequate control of the hose.
Apartment 1A was the one below 1B, which was fully engulfed.
All we were supposed to be doing was hosing down the
apartment to ensure the area wouldn’t have a way to catch, but I’d been
blindsided.
“I think we need to pull back. Something doesn’t feel right!” I yelled at Kettle.
As Kettle stepped back, giving me a little slack in the
line, another firefighter walked up.
Feeling somewhat mollified, I yelled out to Kettle to hold,
and turned my head back to the fire. If
they had someone else there to keep an eye on the situation around them, I’d
keep hitting the house with my line. It
just felt like something was off, and my senses were telling me to get the fuck
out.
Kettle must not have heard me because, suddenly, I had no
more support at my back. The support I
had holding the hose was suddenly gone, too.
Not able to look over my shoulder because of my bunker gear,
I managed to turn the water flow off with a push of the lever, and set it down.
What I saw when I was clear was enough to chill my blood.
AUTHOR BIO
Lani Lynn Vale is a married mother
of three living in the greatest state in the world, Texas. She is currently a
student pursuing her bachelor’s degree in nursing. When she’s not cooking,
cleaning, wiping dirty faces free of permanent marker stains, going to school,
or running errands, you can find her at her computer lost in her fictional
character’s world.
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