She's
Having a Baby
The
Saints of San Diego Book 1
by
Suzanne Jenkins
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Devon
Lyon has the perfect life. With childhood friend Mike Saint, they
follow a long line of Saints into the fire academy, including Mike’s
uncle who is the battalion chief. After graduation, Mike meets the
love of his life, nursing student, Aisling Murphy. The last thing she
has time for is marriage, so she talks Mike into living together.
Then, right before fire season, she finally agrees to marry Mike, and
the worst wildland fire in California history changes life for Devon
and his best friends, the Saints.
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“I’m a
firefighter,” he said, laughing. “At least I’m trying to become one. What about
you?”
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“I’m a
firefighter,” he said, laughing. “At least I’m trying to become one. What about
you?”
“Take a guess,”
she said. “We’re almost cliché.”
“Nursing
school?”
“Yes. That was
too easy. Maybe I should reconsider.”
They both
laughed. “I don’t know,” Mike said, giving her a sidelong glance as they walked
along the surf. “I might regret asking you to come out here with me.”
“And why is
that?”
She stopped to
pick up something that had reflected the moonlight. Squatting down to get it,
she turned to look up at him, handing him a small piece of metal.
“Because you’re
even prettier in the moonlight,” he said, taking the object from her. “I’m
determined not to let a pretty face keep me from my goals. Do guys really talk
this way?”
“They do
tonight,” she replied, grinning up at him. “Can you see what it is?”
“It’s a
religious medal of some kind.”
They stared at
it as he held it up. “It’s a saint. There are letters on it.” She spelled out the
letters. “St. D-w-y-n-w-e-n.”
“Never heard of
him,” Mike said. “And I’ve been a good Catholic all my life, too.”
“Is that right?”
Aisling asked, laughing again.
“It’s true. You
don’t believe me?”
“Oh, I believe
you. It’s just that I’m a good Catholic too, so what am I doing on a dark beach
with you in the middle of the night?”
“I don’t even
know your name,” Mike said. “I’m so sorry.”
“Aisling
Murphy,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Mike.”
She held out her
hand and he took it, little charges of electricity and desire tickling his
palm, and he bit his tongue to keep from giggling.
“So who is this
Saint Dwynwen?”
Aisling looked
up at him, her eyes glistening in the moonlight, taking Mike’s breath away.
“She’s the saint of lovers,” Aisling whispered.
When firefighter Tony Saint laid eyes on EMT Bridget Clark, it was love at first sight.
Not
for her so much, but almost.
She
was the mother of an infant from a one-night stand, but he didn’t
care, and that melted her reluctant heart. The Saints embraced her
too, doing everything they were able to welcome her into the family.
Then
a surprise would put their love to the test. When the unexpected
happened, that love would carry them through any trial.
Not
for her so much, but almost.
She
was the mother of an infant from a one-night stand, but he didn’t
care, and that melted her reluctant heart. The Saints embraced her
too, doing everything they were able to welcome her into the family.
Then
a surprise would put their love to the test. When the unexpected
happened, that love would carry them through any trial.
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First Day at Work
Nerves didn’t hit until she
left her apartment. It was still cool, the marine layer of fog heavy, as usual
for an early summer morning. Commuting to the station was easy for her; her
apartment complex was on the same main road, due east ten miles. Driving slowly
due to the fog ticked off the drivers behind her, and by the time she arrived
at the station, she was shaking. Pulling into the parking lot, she happened to
glance over and saw the truck that had tailgated her for the last ten minutes
right behind her.
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First Day at Work
Nerves didn’t hit until she
left her apartment. It was still cool, the marine layer of fog heavy, as usual
for an early summer morning. Commuting to the station was easy for her; her
apartment complex was on the same main road, due east ten miles. Driving slowly
due to the fog ticked off the drivers behind her, and by the time she arrived
at the station, she was shaking. Pulling into the parking lot, she happened to
glance over and saw the truck that had tailgated her for the last ten minutes
right behind her.
The driver glared at her,
but when she got out of her car and he saw her uniform, he was immediately
contrite.
“Oh jeez, forgive me for
that. How embarrassing.” He held out his hand to her, ashamed for being a jerk
because one look at her and he was smitten. “Anthony Saint, but everyone calls
me Tony.”
“I couldn’t see to drive,”
she said, reluctantly taking his hand. “Bridget Clark. You scared me to death.”
“I’m so sorry. I can be a
jerk when I’m late for work,” Tony replied, stammering. “I’m sure we must have
met.”
It was a lesson about being
kind on the road, especially when his heart started thumping.
“We did, but I was nine
months pregnant,” she replied, laughing.
Later, she’d tell Caitlin
that his face literally fell. “Oh, gotcha, now I remember,” he said. “You
were…” He rolled his hands over his belly to indicate a beach ball.
“I was,” she answered,
laughing. “Flynn is two months old.”
“What’s your husband do?” he
asked, crestfallen.
“I’m not married,” she
answered, and he brightened right up, and she could see he was trying to reel
it in.
Biting her lip so she didn’t
laugh in his face, she finally asked him, “And what does your wife do?”
“I’m not married either,” he
said, a big grin on his face.
She melted, the
possibilities zooming through her mind. He was interested. And then she came to
her senses. His interest was the last thing she needed. “Well, now that we have
that cleared up, I’d better get in there before I get fired.”
“After you,” he said,
holding his hand out to lead the way. “Trust me, it will take a lot more than
being late to get fired around here. We’re desperate.”
“Is that right? I promise
not to take advantage of it.”
He looked at her with his
head cocked to the side, taking in the view. The new EMT was gorgeous. One of
the other guys would probably make a move. His own romantic life was so messed
up, and a nice new girl with a pretty face might light a fire under him to do
what he should have done a year ago to straighten out the mess.
“I’m going to raise the
flag. Do you want to join me?”
“They call Tony the flag man
here,” someone yelled from the garage.
“I like ceremony, so shoot
me,” Tony fired back good-naturedly.
“I like ceremony, too,” she
said, looking up into his eyes.
Standing with him out by the
flagpole, Bridget happily watched Tony perform his maneuver, unfolding the flag
and attaching it to the clips, but the joy was more about his muscles flexing
under his T-shirt, his powerful arms grabbing the rope and hoisting the flag to
the very top that got her attention.
“There we go,” he said.
“Do you take it down, too?”
“I do. My dad or my brothers
take over when I’m not around.”
Once they were back inside
the garage, Tony waved the battalion chief over.
“Our new EMT, correct?
Charlie Saint,” he said, holding his hand out.
They were soon surrounded by
firefighters, mostly men, but she did see a blond ponytail in the sea of faces,
and it seemed like at least half of the last names were Saint.
They were all friendly and
polite, but one guy did bring up the belly, encircling his own generous gut
with his hands. “Weren’t you larger
the last time you were here?”
The quizzical expression on
his face amused Bridget, and she couldn’t help herself, bursting out laughing.
“Yep, he’s two months old now.”
A chorus of,
“Congratulations!” rang out.
“Do you want to see your
office?” Charlie asked.
“Thanks, Chief Saint,” she
answered, eager to leave the curious crowd behind.
“You don’t have to be
formal. Charlie is good enough.”
When faced with the
inventory of emergency supplies, she giggled nervously. “I guess I’d better
reacquaint myself with everything.”
“Get settled first. Mike
Saint and Devon Lyon are paramedics, and they’re both here today, so you won’t
be alone if anything comes up.”
The words if anything comes up gave her a shot of
adrenaline. She took her backpack and set it aside, not wanting to unpack her
breast pump in front of the chief.
“Okay, thank you,” she said,
wishing he’d walk away.
Once he was out of the room,
she went to work, setting up her emergency bag with everything she’d need out
in the field.
It wasn’t five minutes
before a tone went off. Bridget went out into the garage, where the monitor
from dispatch resided, and read the screen; it was an automatic alarm. The
automated voice rang out over the speaker system.
“Engine 4,
engine 12, wagon 2, ladder 17, squad 4, rescue 1: Respond to an automatic fire
alarm, Pasqual Valley Parkway and Canyon Road.”
Seconds later,
central dispatch called, “Cancel that call. It’s a first-floor smoke alarm that
the homeowner set off cooking.”
The rest of the
morning was quiet except for a small brush fire and a call regarding a serious
multi-vehicle accident. Going with the team for the accident on her first run
made the next hours fly by.
Once back at the
station, she did her part helping to put the equipment away but was
increasingly aware of a familiar sensation that meant she needed to use the
breast pump. The lavatory, she discovered, was not a place she wanted to do the
deed and, furthermore, was unisex. She’d have to pump in the supply office
during lunch. She went to the chief’s office and tapped on the door.
“I’m going to
have lunch in the office,” she said. “But I need to, um, use my breast pump, so
I’ll lock the door.”
She later said
she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as the color moved up his face,
and it was apparent he was trying to avoid looking at her chest, so he looked
at her forehead, then the floor, and finally out the window.
“Okay, good
idea,” he said, scratching his face. “We should have a safe place for you to
do…that.” He made a swirly motion with his hand over his chest, and she
couldn’t help it, barking out a laugh.
“The supply
office is fine as long as you don’t mind. I’ll let Mike and Devon know I’m
still available.”
“Of course I
don’t mind. You don’t need to tell them anything.” He nodded and looked away.
“Take a lunch break.”
“Okay, thank
you.”
Lowering her
head, she quickly took off for the supply office with her bag, afraid she’d
start laughing again.
Roberta and Big Mike Saint’s fourth son, Leonardo, or Leon, is a player. Following in the footsteps of his namesake grandfather, father, uncle and brothers he graduates from the fire academy and is hired at Station #34 where he begins his career as a firefighter.
But
during his first week on the job, a surprise visitor, someone he
barely remembers from a one-night stand, shows up on his parents’
doorstep with demands he’s not prepared to make, including the
possibility that he could jeopardize his position at the
firehouse.
Then Ava, a beautiful neighbor with a reputation
comes to the rescue. Will Roberta and Big Mike’s animosity toward
Ava be enough to discourage Leon from succumbing to her charms? Or
will his need for her force him to grow up, once and for all?
But
during his first week on the job, a surprise visitor, someone he
barely remembers from a one-night stand, shows up on his parents’
doorstep with demands he’s not prepared to make, including the
possibility that he could jeopardize his position at the
firehouse.
Then Ava, a beautiful neighbor with a reputation
comes to the rescue. Will Roberta and Big Mike’s animosity toward
Ava be enough to discourage Leon from succumbing to her charms? Or
will his need for her force him to grow up, once and for all?
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Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Jenkins writes page-turning
contemporary romance, mystery, and women's fiction with passionately
gripping characters that stay with readers long after they turn the
last page. The Detroit Detective Stories, beginning with The Greeks
of Beaubien Street are truly American with a touch of fantasy. Pam of
Babylon books consistently rank in the Top 100 Best Sellers in
American Drama with over 500,000 downloads.
A
retired operating room nurse, Jenkins lives in Southern California.
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Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Jenkins writes page-turning
contemporary romance, mystery, and women's fiction with passionately
gripping characters that stay with readers long after they turn the
last page. The Detroit Detective Stories, beginning with The Greeks
of Beaubien Street are truly American with a touch of fantasy. Pam of
Babylon books consistently rank in the Top 100 Best Sellers in
American Drama with over 500,000 downloads.
A
retired operating room nurse, Jenkins lives in Southern California.
1 comments:
These stories sound amazing. I can't wait to read the series. Love the covers!
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