Corey ran into a burning building and came out on a backboard with a beautiful dark-haired angel looking over him. She follows him all the way to the hospital, where he learns he’s out of commission for twelve weeks after surgery. Trouble is, there’s an arsonist on the loose and the building that the East Street Firefighters call home can’t raise enough money to keep the place from being condemned.
To make matters worse, Corey’s battling a bad case of cabin fever and some major blue balls, thanks to the medic who saved him. The exotic beauty, Sarita, knows her stuff and she refuses to let Corey take any chances with his health. Surely sexual intercourse is part of his healing plan?
Sarita has seen enough stubborn heroes in her lifetime, and the forty-something fireman is no exception. Too bad her body is pushing her into his big, strong arms and more than capable hands. While she battles her attraction and a promise made to her mother in her homeland to stand proudly on her own two feet before finding love, he’s determined to take the lead on this mission to entrap the arsonist, ending his pyrotechnic career once and for all. Can she stand by and watch him put himself at risk, or will she throw herself into the flames and hope they both come out unscathed?