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Expectant Father
9 Months Later
September 2005
Harlequin Superromance #1301
ISBN 0-373-71301-0
4 stars from RT BookClub!!
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What not to expect when you're
expecting... Becca Thomas is thrilled to be
pregnant, even though it means bringing up her baby
alone. At thirty-eight, this may be her last chance to
have a child. And she doesn't expect to see Aiden Rodas
again — doesn't think that a freewheeling younger man
like him would even want to be a father.
Wrong
Aiden may live the life of a devil-may-care wildland
firefighter, but he's not going to walk away from his
responsibilities, no matter how unexpected they are. His
challenge now is making Becca see that their child needs
both of them. An even bigger challenge will be to make
her realize that this expectant father has fallen in
love with a certain mother-to-be!
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Excerpt |
Reviews "Expectant
Father (4) by Melinda Curtis is a well-written book. The author's
research skills are apparent by the amount of detail and information given on
the skill of predicting and dealing with fires. Her characters are both complex
and likeable."
-- Alexandra Kay,
RT BookClub "The protagonists are an intriguing duo...
...a fabulous pairing of a likable couple... ...the star of Melinda Curtis' deep
thriller is the fires as she interweaves into the plot the danger and the modern
techniques in battling an inferno."
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Harriet Klausner "Expectant Father is
for readers looking for a romance that's not all fluff."
-- Marie Hashima Lofton,
BookLoons
Excerpt
Note from Melinda: The 3rd story in the Hot
Shot series has lots of fire action and a May-December romance that has sparks
flying. Here's a taste...
“Move! Move! Move!” Spider shouted as he sprinted after nineteen
men and women through a tunnel of flame.
No one heard him above the roar of the fire.
The Silver Bend Hot Shots were in a race for their lives down a mountainside
that they’d been trying to save from a wildland fire. A few minutes ago, they’d
been scraping away brush with shovels and Pulaskis, clearing a fire break next
to a tame flank of the Flathead, Montana fire on the slope above them, joking
about how there’d be no overtime on this fire because it would soon be put out.
Then the wind swirled about them, no longer coming from the creek below in
gentle puffs. Whipped into a ten foot tall wall of menacing flame, the fire
toyed with them only for a moment before bending across their six foot wide fire
break and touching off a fire on the opposite side with a heated kiss. Tools
scattered and packs were abandoned as the group began a desperate run for the
ribbon of water they’d started at this morning.
As an assistant superintendent of the team, it was Spider’s job to make sure
everyone made it out ahead of him. One misstep by someone before him and they’d
go down like dominoes, more fuel to be consumed by the fiery dragon on their
heels.
How much farther?
Ahead of Spider, the fire seemed to be closing ranks around them. The heat and
smoke from the flames made it difficult to fill his lungs with air. His heart
pounded wildly from exertion, adrenaline and fear.
Someone stumbled in front of him. Swerving to the side, running perilously close
to the tongue of flame on his right, Spider dragged Victoria back to her feet.
“We’re not going to make it,” she cried, barely audible above the angry roar of
the fire.
Even as some part of Spider agreed, he rejected defeat. At thirty, he still had
things to accomplish, places to see, and women to meet. Single, few
responsibilities, with few regrets and only his dad to mourn him, the world was
his oyster.
Only he was about to be fried.
*** And later in the book ***
It was him.
Black hair and intense black eyes. All five-foot-ten inches of sculpted, sexy
man.
Not only was it him, but Aiden Rodas - better known around here as Spider - had
looked her in the eye as if she were some irresponsible, idiotic pregnant woman
who had caused her own accident. He had filled her nights with pleasurable
memories that came pressing back on her now, heating her from the inside out.
And he…
Didn’t even recognize her.
While the man they called Doc applied a bandage to her temple, Becca’s foolish
pride steamed. Aiden didn’t recognize her. Had he really been that drunk when
they’d met? She hadn’t thought so. She should be grateful he didn’t recognize
her. It made everything that much easier.
Still, Becca didn’t want to be just another notch on his bed post.
The baby kicked her belly in Aiden’s direction, a proverbial wave to garner his
attention. Becca ran a hand over her tummy, trying to satisfy the urge to shush
her little one. There were plenty of reasons why Aiden didn’t need to know of
his role in creating this child. But now wasn’t the time...
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