Sweet Evangeline is a erotic paranormal romance about a gorgeous Firefighter and a woman of magic.
Here’s the 2nd excerptÂ
  Holding her close, he mouth captured hers. Kissing her was the sweetest thing he had ever done. “God, I want you.â€Â
     “I want you too, Eric. More than you can imagine.â€Â Now, she was about to be more generous than ever before. “Tonight, if you get home and have a change of heart. . . . . â€Â She couldn’t let go of the possibility that this was all part of the spell she had used to call him to her. A spell that was fueled by her repressed sexual appetite, and that as soon as he was out sight, she would be out of mind. “If you don’t show up at eleven tomorrow, I’ll understand.â€
    “No way, babe. No way in hell.â€Â He held her close, already anticipating the delight to come. “There is nothing on this green earth that will keep me away from you.â€
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    And he meant it. Eric meant every word. He fully intended to return to
Evangeline at the exact time that he had promised. But when the phone rang at five the next morning, he realized that keeping his word would be impossible. There was a fire, a bad one in a hotel on south I-35. His first thought had been to pick up the phone and call her, but then it hit him that he didn’t have a phone number. In desperation, he tried to look her up in the directory, but there was no listing. Damn! She probably had a cell phone. He considered swinging by and trying to get her to come to the door, but he knew that he couldn’t take the time. Lives were at stake.Â
    Sorrow tore at his heart. He knew what she would think. He could still hear her words, ‘If you get home and have a change of heart, I’ll understand..’ Hurting her terrified him. If he didn’t show up at eleven, Evangeline would think that he had changed his mind. She would think that he did not want her.        Â
         The fire had been horrendous. There was multiple origination points and if he wasn’t mistaken there was accelerant on the carpet and curtains. Chief Kirby’s words kept coming to mind. Somebody had set this fire, there was no doubt about that. Every truck had responded. Eric’s unit had been first on the scene, but he was surprised to find John Cammack already there, suited up. He hadn’t questioned him, but the Chief would sure be hearing about it.Â
   Hell! Eric knew that it was late, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. There had been children trapped on the upper floors, he had fought his way up the stairs to find them. Poor design and sub-standard materials had made everything more difficult and more dangerous.           Â
    The hellish blaze had been impossible to contain, and hotter than any he could remember. He and his unit had fought fiercely for four hours, and then to make matters worse, a portion of the structure had collapsed. The air was so hot that Eric could barely breathe, even with his self contained breathing apparatus. He desperately needed to concentrate on what he was doing. But he kept seeing Evangeline’s face. She would think he didn’t care. Lord, she would think that he had changed his mind.    Â
     On one of the upper floors, he realized he needed to break out a dormer window to ventilate the fire. When he reached in, his sleeve got caught and pulled back from his arm, exposing it to the extreme heat. Eric winced, that was at least a second degree burn! But the pain of the injury was nothing to the worry that he was feeling, imagining Evangeline waiting for him and the minutes passing and passing . . . .
    When it had came time to get ready for Eric, Evangeline was beside herself with excitement. She looked at the clock, only three more hours to go. Three more hours and she would have Eric to love, to kiss, to cherish. She bathed, lotioned, waxed, did her nails, did her toes, washed her hair, rolled her hair, did her make-up, then sat down to wait. Okay, so she was early – it was only ten o’clock.  Â
    At ten till eleven, she stood by the door. She stood there until noon.   Â
    Sitting on the couch, watching the door until one, she finally realized that he wasn’t coming.
    At two, she had took off the little black dress that she had found at the vintage shop on Bee Caves Road.
    At three, she cried.
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    After twelve hours, the fire was out. He met with Chief Kirby, long enough to share his suspicions about John Cammack. Other than that, Eric didn’t take time to shower, he didn’t even take time to get his burn treated. All he could think about was getting to her. When he pulled up in her driveway, it was six o’clock. He hurt all over. But he was here.Â
    The pounding on the door finally registered. Evangeline had cried herself to sleep. The tears had shorted out her radar, so she didn’t even try to figure out who at the door. Opening it, her eyes downcast, she was only interested in getting rid of whoever was there. But then she looked up and her heart melted. It was Eric. He was leaning against the door, face and body covered in sweat and grime, looking exhausted and in pain. “Oh, my love.â€Â She opened the screen door and took him by the hand. “Where are you hurt?â€
    She helped him in. Her tear-streaked face broke his heart. “I’m so sorry, baby. It was a hotel fire, a bad one. I wanted to call, but I didn’t have your damn phone number.â€
     Again she asked, “Show me where you’re hurt.â€Â He showed her the burn on his arm and she tenderly checked it. “Why didn’t you go to the doctor?â€
    “I had to get to you. I knew you were thinking that I didn’t want you.â€
    “Taking care of yourself was more important,†she chided him, but there was a catch in her voice. She brought a big glass of ice water and while he drank it, she ran water in the shower.
    After he had quenched his thirst, she helped him off with his clothes. “I wanted you to undress me, but this wasn’t how I had planned it.â€Â His voice was weary, it made her want to cry all over again.
    “I’ll still be here when you feel better, but until then I’ll take care of you.â€Â She helped him undress, wincing at the burns on his body. Stepping into the shower, he laid his head on the tile and let the warm water run over him. Shocking herself, Evangeline shed everything but her underwear, boldly stepped into the shower and began to wash him.Â
    “Oh, baby – what are you doing?â€Â Eric watched her taking care of him. She was absolutely beautiful, but he was simply too exhausted to do anything about it. Soon, he promised himself, soon. Â
     “Loving you.â€Â Evangeline washed the smut and sweat from his body, tenderly avoiding the places where he hurt the most. There was nothing sexual about her attention, it all had to do with love. When he was clean, she dried him off. Digging in his duffle bag, she took out clean clothes. “Let’s get you into bed, then I’ll doctor you.â€Â He let her pull the T-shirt over his head and didn’t argue when she pulled back the covers and brought him something for the headache that was blurring his vision.Â
    Despite his discomfort, he was asleep within minutes. Evangeline went to where she kept her herbs and gathered what she needed. She made a paste of aloe vera and the oil from St John’s wort. Next, she added dried echinacea and calendula that she had ground with a mortar and pestle. Putting the soothing concoction in a small container, she took it downstairs. Softly and silently, she crawled into the bed with him and applied the salve to the injured places on his beautiful body. The worst burn was six inches long and spread from his right wrist up his arm. Small blisters clustered on the skin. Taking his hand in her own, she whispered “Burn, I blow on thee.â€Â She blew on the site three times, then made the sign of the cross three times over the wound with her thumb. Lying down next to him, she took him in her arms and concentrated. She surrounded him with a healing blue light and willed him to feel strong and well. Evangeline held him for over two hours, until the blisters on the burn were gone and the color had lightened from an angry red to a light pink. Kissing him on the forehead, she got up to fix him something to eat. Hopefully, he would wake up hungry not only for food, but also for her. Â
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Cherokee
13 years agoI really loved this excerpt…I know a retired firefighter here who is really nice and extra sweet to people. He could be a model for anyone’s book, too. When he comes by once and awhile, there is something about the way he acts and speaks that he reminds me of my late hubby who wore a military uniform and always looked sharp everyday
sable hunter
13 years ago AUTHORCherokee
Thanks for reading the excerpt. I had a fireman friend who lost his life trying to save someone. I’ll never forget him – he was somebody I really depended on. Sorry to hear you lost your husband. By the way,I love the name you go by – Cherokee – and the fact you are an outdorrsman. We live in Texas and are avid hunters and we raise cattle – lots of outdoor stuff.Thanks again for entering the contest.