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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

"Lights To My Siren" (Lani Lynn Vale) Blog Tour with GIVEAWAY!!


Lights To My Siren
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


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.


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.



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.


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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