Flashpoint Feelings by Ellen Brooks

The smoking hot firefighter at my new station needs to stop trying to protect me. I may be a woman, but I’m his equal, not a damsel in distress.

I didn’t bust my ass through the academy and fight twice as hard as every guy there only to have a burly redhead at my new station treating me like I’m made of glass instead of steel.
Sure, he’s got shoulders broad enough to carry a ladder truck and an easy smile that makes my pulse skip. But he’s so quick to jump to my aid it’s clear he thinks I’m the one who needs rescuing.
And the way I catch him staring at me? I can’t tell if he wants to strangle me or strip me naked.
He’s as stubborn about protecting his crew as I am about proving myself. And even though his jawline could cut glass and his muscles have muscles the department has strict rules about dating. And breaking them means kissing our careers goodbye.
The problem is, every time we’re together, the temperature rises faster than a five-alarm fire and it’s getting harder to ignore the sparks. But with chemistry this explosive, someone’s bound to get burned.

When this slow burn finally ignites, will it be worth watching everything I’ve worked for go up in flames?