About Heat
Written by Tory Temple
114 pages / 41500 words
ISBN: 1-933389-36-2
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, paperback (in Flashover, along with Fireline)
Chance thinks he’s got a pretty good life. He loves his job as a fireman, he’s got an ocean view, and he has a great bunch of friends. He figured there’s not much reason to change until he meets Tucker, a paramedic who works his shift. Tucker might even be worth breaking the don’t ask, don’t tell policy at work, might just be worth coming out for.
Trouble threatens to tear the two apart, though, when Chance is injured, which takes a toll on all of his relationships, most importantly the one he had developed with Tucker. In fact, it shatters everything they’ve worked so hard for. Can Chance and Tucker rebuild their lives, coming back together to be better than ever?
Review
Chris Owen, author of the popular Bareback, writes: ''Heat'' by Tory Temple is a story that more than lives up to its title. Chancellor Shanahan and Tucker McBride are firemen, paramedics who spend their careers in and out of fires, but the real heat comes from their reaction to each other as soon as they meet and the relationship they attempt to create with one another.
Stubborn, willful and dedicated to his job, Chance has one eye on his career and the other on the rookie in the station house, Tucker. Unwilling to compromise his job, Chance keeps himself away from Tucker as much as he can, but given that they're partners it isn't that easy. It gets even harder when Tucker proves to be just as stubborn as Chance, and willing to take a few risks to get what he wants: Chance.
Luckily for the reader Chance lets himself be swayed by his lust in one of the hottest frottage scenes I've had the pleasure to read in a long, long time. Things only heat up from there, and it's not long before the story is swept along by the passion these two men have for each other and their job.
Before they can really get settled however, the two facets of their life begin to merge. Job stress, injury and secrets pull them together and try to tear them apart at the same time. Chance and Tucker are stubborn and passionate, but are they strong enough to deal with everything life throws at them?
Tory Temple has graced ''Heat'' with vibrant characters, hot sex and a compelling story. She never backs away from the difficulties of real life, and she doesn't compromise on the flaws in her characters. ''Heat'' is a wonderful, steamy read--the perfect story to warm you up this winter.
Sample
The kitchen got noisier as more of B shift arrived and C shift got ready to leave, shoving back chairs and thunking coffee mugs into the dishwasher. There was good-natured ribbing for C shift about their crappy night, complete with calls of “hero!” when it was discovered that one of the medics had revived an old man having a heart attack.
Chance was leaning against the fridge, contemplating putting more chocolate syrup in his coffee, when the back door opened. He noticed the lull in conversation more than the actual arrival of the newcomer.
Glancing up at the sudden quiet, he was greeted with the sight of one of the prettiest men he’d ever seen. Oh, fuck, was his first thought, then Chance stopped thinking at all.
The new hire strolled into the greatroom next to the kitchen and stopped beside one of the twelve recliners in front of the television. Leaning against it insolently, he sized up each and every man in the room before saying, with a slight drawl, “Tucker McBride.”
Matt rose from his chair, coming forward with hand extended. Chance watched as the rookie shook it firmly, knowing he had already met Matt at his academy graduation, and the two men seemed to have an easy accord.
“Welcome to the Big House,” Matt said, and Tucker lifted his eyes to where the station’s nickname was carved in the wood beam above his head. The other firemen called greetings to him and Tucker made his way to the table, shaking hands with his right while holding onto his gear bag with his left. Chance kept a surreptitious eye on Tucker while he went around the table, noting details he wished he hadn’t seen.
Longish legs encased in regulation blue department pants. Strong muscles in his forearms that flexed every time he shook someone else’s hand, and his skin was like nothing Chance had ever seen. Almost copper, it was tanned differently than Chance’s own California glow. Smooth and burnished, it seemed to shimmer. Chance wanted to touch it, to see if it was as silky as it looked.
He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that, his body began to tell him, and Chance shifted uncomfortably.