new book yay!!
Well. My state is burning up. As of today, the boy has been on both the Malibu fire and the Santiago fire. I think he's still on the Santiago fire, but I don't get updated that frequently. :/ I'm holding out for his return by Friday, but that's just a wish.
It's a little ironic, but my ebook Tinder is available today from Torquere Press! Remember Chris, Tucker's firefighter/medic partner in Heat and Flashover? Yeah, he got his own story. :D He was grateful.
Chris slouched down even lower, feeling his neck come into contact with the back of his chair and trying to sneak a look at his watch. This sucked. It was bad enough he had to work on the first sunny day that spring had given him, but to be stuck in a classroom was even worse. He’d much rather be out on the new motorcycle he’d bought himself two months ago.
Shuffling of books and papers alerted him to the fact that the lecture had come to an end, and he quickly began to gather his supplies together to make a hasty exit. Maybe he’d go out to the small basketball court for a while and shoot some balls in the sun.
“Matthews,” came the stony voice, “stay for a moment, please.”
Great. Maybe not.
Chris sighed and looked up to see Daniels perching on the edge of his desk, arms folded across his chest and an impenetrable expression. The rest of his crew gave him sympathetic looks as they filed out of the small station classroom.
He stayed where he was and waited. Daniels didn’t move from the edge of the desk as he said, “This class isn’t a joke, you know.”
Chris blinked. “I know that, sir.”
“You don’t act like it. How long’ve you been with the department?”
Chris resisted the impulse to ask him the same question, knowing damn well the man wasn’t even with the fire department at all. “Two years. Sir,” he added, despite the bitter taste it left in his mouth.
“You have a full career ahead of you, Matthews. You want to screw that all up because some girl decides to call harassment on you? I suggest you listen well while you’re here.” He seemed to be finished after that, looking down to clear some paperwork off the desk.
“Why are you such an asshole?” Chris blurted out before he could stop himself, and then cursed internally. All he needed was for Daniels to report him to Rich, Chris’ captain, and he’d get written up.
But Daniels just arched a brow and said calmly, “I hate firemen. Any other questions?”
Chris blinked. “No.”
“Good. See you next week, and don’t forget your paper on sexual harassment statistics.” Daniels gathered his briefcase and stood.
“Uh, I didn’t hear you assign that homework to us,” Chris said, still sitting in his chair.
“I didn’t. Just to you. See you Monday.” And then he left, leaving the classroom door standing open behind him.
So pleaseplease, if you want to do something for a poor girl who's surrounded by fire and has no clue when her husband is coming home, go and get Tinder. It would make me really really happy. And such a bargain at only $3.95!! Omg.
Buy here!
/exploitation :D
It's a little ironic, but my ebook Tinder is available today from Torquere Press! Remember Chris, Tucker's firefighter/medic partner in Heat and Flashover? Yeah, he got his own story. :D He was grateful.
Chris slouched down even lower, feeling his neck come into contact with the back of his chair and trying to sneak a look at his watch. This sucked. It was bad enough he had to work on the first sunny day that spring had given him, but to be stuck in a classroom was even worse. He’d much rather be out on the new motorcycle he’d bought himself two months ago.
Shuffling of books and papers alerted him to the fact that the lecture had come to an end, and he quickly began to gather his supplies together to make a hasty exit. Maybe he’d go out to the small basketball court for a while and shoot some balls in the sun.
“Matthews,” came the stony voice, “stay for a moment, please.”
Great. Maybe not.
Chris sighed and looked up to see Daniels perching on the edge of his desk, arms folded across his chest and an impenetrable expression. The rest of his crew gave him sympathetic looks as they filed out of the small station classroom.
He stayed where he was and waited. Daniels didn’t move from the edge of the desk as he said, “This class isn’t a joke, you know.”
Chris blinked. “I know that, sir.”
“You don’t act like it. How long’ve you been with the department?”
Chris resisted the impulse to ask him the same question, knowing damn well the man wasn’t even with the fire department at all. “Two years. Sir,” he added, despite the bitter taste it left in his mouth.
“You have a full career ahead of you, Matthews. You want to screw that all up because some girl decides to call harassment on you? I suggest you listen well while you’re here.” He seemed to be finished after that, looking down to clear some paperwork off the desk.
“Why are you such an asshole?” Chris blurted out before he could stop himself, and then cursed internally. All he needed was for Daniels to report him to Rich, Chris’ captain, and he’d get written up.
But Daniels just arched a brow and said calmly, “I hate firemen. Any other questions?”
Chris blinked. “No.”
“Good. See you next week, and don’t forget your paper on sexual harassment statistics.” Daniels gathered his briefcase and stood.
“Uh, I didn’t hear you assign that homework to us,” Chris said, still sitting in his chair.
“I didn’t. Just to you. See you Monday.” And then he left, leaving the classroom door standing open behind him.
So pleaseplease, if you want to do something for a poor girl who's surrounded by fire and has no clue when her husband is coming home, go and get Tinder. It would make me really really happy. And such a bargain at only $3.95!! Omg.
Buy here!
/exploitation :D