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Wildfire Series by Jewel E. Ann – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:56 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Wildfire Series by Jewel E. Ann – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 From Nowhere (Wildfire #2) Read Online Jewel E. Ann http://www.ilovenovels.com/from-nowhere-wildfire-2-read-online-jewel-e-ann Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:56 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/from-nowhere-wildfire-2-read-online-jewel-e-ann Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Authors: Jewel E. Ann Series: Wildfire Series by Jewel E. Ann
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 106538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Jewel E. Ann comes the exciting second novel in the Wildfire series, an emotional romance that burns up the page as it tugs at the heart.

When Maren Bernabe stops by the office to update some paperwork, she’s not looking for love. Then sparks fly during an awkward meet-cute with a stranger in the bathroom, and suddenly anything seems possible.

A seasoned air tanker pilot, Maren battles fires across the rugged Montana wilderness. With firefighters for roommates, she’s no stranger to tough guys—or tough situations. Ozzy Laster is the helpful stranger she meets, one of Cielo Aviation’s newest aircraft mechanics who’s faced his fair share of hardship too. Two years ago, his wife and father died in a car crash. Now Ozzy and daughter Lola shun cars in favor of bikes.

Maren and Ozzy fall hard, but guilt forces them to hide their relationship from Ozzy’s disapproving in-laws. And Lola. They all want to protect her from more heartbreak. But when tragedy strikes again, Lola’s reaction will surprise them all. And Ozzy could get a second chance at love after all

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Chapter One

Ozzy

“If you want to have sex again before you die, I’m okay with it.”

I nearly fall off my bike.

Lola is ten going on twenty. Sex shouldn’t be in my daughter’s vocabulary.

She stands so her skinny legs can pump the pedals to get in front of me, curly blond hair flowing in the breeze over her worn coral-and-blue Patagonia backpack. It belonged to her mom, just like everything else about our daughter. She’s Brynn’s mini-me: expressive blue eyes, ornery dimpled cheeks, beaming smile, and infectious laugh that I feel in my chest.

“What do you know about sex? Never mind. Let me rephrase that. What made you say that to me? Did Nana or Pa mention something?” I ride alongside her when the cracked sidewalk widens as we bike through an affluent neighborhood. We might hit record-high temperatures again today, with no breeze and a cloudless sky. Spring in Missoula feels like summer this year, and we need rain.

“Yum. Smell that?” Lola inhales. “Doughnuts. Can we stop?” She’s changing the subject, but I’m okay with not talking about my sex life.

“No. You had breakfast. You’ll be late to school, and I’ll be late to work.”

“I’ll eat it on the way.”

“You can’t eat while riding your bike.”

Lola stretches her arms out like an eagle, riding with no hands.

Show-off.

Then she takes a right into the parking lot as if it’s a foregone conclusion that I will say yes. Dang it! I smell it, too: sweet cinnamon-apple fritters. She’s right; we’re buying doughnuts.

“I’m getting glazed chocolate.” She hangs her neon-pink helmet from the handlebar and skips into the shop.

I’m in over my head with this girl. By the time I grumble my grievances over losing control of my child, she’s at the counter ordering for us.

The wiry-haired brunette shoots me a half grin while smacking her gum. “That’ll be seven dollars.”

I dig out my wallet and deposit a ten on the counter beside some crumbs.

“Are you married?” Lola asks the lady.

“No. Why?” She hands Lola the change, and my generous daughter stuffs all three bills into the tip jar.

“You should go on a date with my dad.”

This isn’t happening. Very few things embarrass me, but this sends flames to my cheeks.

“Sorry. My daughter hit her head yesterday.” I yank Lola by her backpack away from the counter while offering a stiff smile to the employee bagging our doughnuts. Given the permanent scars on Lola’s forehead and right cheek, I’m sure this lady doesn’t get my head-injury humor. Still, after a beat, she blushes as well.

Does Lola know this is the last time we will visit her favorite doughnut joint? Because it is.

Lola wriggles out of my hold and turns toward me with a crinkled nose, which makes the horizontal scar below her eye disappear. “I didn’t hit my head,” she says.

“Oh dear. You don’t even remember,” I say. “I think we’ll have to get it checked out. I hope your memory loss isn’t permanent.” I nab the white paper bag from the counter and give the much-younger woman a final glance.

She bites her lower lip and bats her creepy tarantula eyelashes. We are for sure never coming back here.

The second we step outside, I retrieve my apple fritter and shove part of it into my mouth, holding it with my teeth before tossing the bag into the garbage.

“Dad, my doughnut was in there!”

I fasten my helmet and take the fritter from my mouth. “This afternoon, when you get home from school, and I ask you what you learned today, I expect you to say: ‘If I embarrass my dad in public, I will not get a doughnut.’”

Her jaw drops. “You are the worst father in the world.”

“I love you too. Let’s get to school so you won’t be late and hankering for a doughnut.”

I inhale all but one bite of my fritter, and just as we begin to ride out of the parking lot, I offer her the last morsel.

She frowns despite steering her bike closer to take my peace offering.

“Lola, I don’t need your help finding a date.”

“Dakota said his sister said their mom said she’s surprised you haven’t started dating.”

When we stop at the light, holding our breaths from the bus exhaust, I replay her statement for comprehension—Dakota, his sister, and their mom.

Dakota’s mom is on her third husband. I can see why she’d be surprised.

It’s hard to date when I can’t drive a car. And it’s hard to explain this to Lola when Victoria, her therapist, said I should never say anything that might make my daughter feel bad about “the situation.”

“Have you discussed this with Victoria?” I ask. Thankfully, the bus turns right, and we can breathe again.

“No. Why?”

“I think you should,” I say, just as we pass the congested line of cars along the street in front of the school.

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From Air (Wildfire #1) Read Online Jewel E. Ann http://www.ilovenovels.com/from-air-wildfire-1-read-online-jewel-e-ann Fri, 06 Dec 2024 20:23:48 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/from-air-wildfire-1-read-online-jewel-e-ann Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Authors: Jewel E. Ann Series: Wildfire Series by Jewel E. Ann
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)

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Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Jewel E. Ann parachutes into the burning, hazardous heart of love in a sexy yet dramatic romance set in Big Sky country.

When Jamie Andrews moves in with a house full of firefighters, things start heating up fast. Battling the wilderness of rural Montana, these guys are always charging into danger—for a living, for duty, for the rush—and since Jamie is a psychiatric nurse, they fascinate her analytic mind. She can’t help but fixate on Calvin, a grumpy, enigmatic smoke jumper ten years her senior. She makes playfully tormenting him her pet project, trying to get him to open up. It turns out he gives as good as he gets.

When something smoldering between them sparks, they’ll have to keep it quiet, which makes Jamie start to wonder about Calvin’s secret, the one he won’t explain. She’ll learn more after life pulls them apart. But as she follows the truth like a trail of flame into the dark, will it lead her to hearth and home with Calvin…or will it all go up in a blaze?

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Chapter One

JAYMES

“You should get a gun and a vibrator.” Melissa crosses her arms, rocking back and forth on her flip-flop-clad feet. She’s angry that I’m leaving her. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember. And, according to her, best friends never leave. She’s a total Cancerian.

With a laugh, I inspect the three things in the back of my Jeep—a suitcase, my skateboard, and a box.

That stupid box. For the record, I don’t want to know if I’m dying. Preparation is overrated, along with dying wishes. My mom had six months to live—six months to prepare for her death. She died in three.

Three months to rethink her life.

Three months to sort through her belongings and specify which boxes I should keep “forever.” She was a hoarder; I am a minimalist. Out of fifteen keep-forever boxes, I only lug around the one containing the contents of her fire safe—some jewelry, her passport, miscellaneous certificates, photos, and a dozen or so manila envelopes. I believe they are tax returns. The rest of the boxes reside in Melissa’s parents’ storage unit. They’re confident I’ll want everything when I’m old enough to appreciate the sentimentality of it.

Mom lived up to her zodiac sign—she was a Cancerian like Melissa, who also keeps everything.

On point with minimalism, I am a Virgo.

“A gun and a vibrator? Interesting combination. There’s a high probability of a self-inflicted injury with either one.” I close the back of my Jeep and turn toward Melissa and her pouty rosebud lips and piercing hazel eyes beneath her perfectly arched brows.

“Everyone in Montana owns a gun,” she says, flipping out her hip while the thick Miami humidity wreaks havoc on her long chocolate-cherry hair, curling her recently chopped bangs. A regrettable decision.

“And a vibrator?” I raise an eyebrow that’s less than perfectly arched.

“You’re not a people person.” She smirks, smoothing her hands down my shoulder-length black hair like a mother fussing over a child before taking family photos.

Suppressing my eye roll, I lift onto my toes and hug her. “You’re a person, and I like you. And I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ve heard Montana’s cold in January. Have you ever seen snow? Have you driven in it?” She changes the subject while wiping the corners of her eyes.

I take a step back, adjusting the waistband of my Lululemon leggings and tugging my white crew neck tee away from my sweaty chest. “I’m leaving Miami. I think it’s safe to say every place north of us is colder in January. Winter won’t last forever. And I have seen snow—once. I’m sure Fiona is great in the snow.” I give the side of my Jeep two confident slaps.

“Fiona is only as good as her driver.” Melissa sniffles while checking her reflection in the back window. She scowls and corrals her frizzy hair with one hand while her other keeps the wind from blowing up her cotton skirt for a peep show.

I can’t look at her red-rimmed eyes. If she makes me cry, I swear I will strangle her.

“Also”—she continues her futile case—“your mom would not be okay with you having a male roommate you’ve never met. Stranger danger.”

“Good thing she’s—”

Melissa gasps, releasing her hair and pressing her fingers to my lips. “Jaymes Lanette Andrews! Don’t you dare say it.”

I crank my neck and bat away her hand. “Stop. It’s been two years. I love her. I will always love her. But I will not live like she’s looking over my shoulder.”

Melissa deflates with a sigh.

“Listen, Mel, one of the other nurses knows Will. She said he’s as good as they get. She’s the one who gave me this rental listing. I’m not worried. You need not worry either. And my mom is”—I quickly inspect the alleyway behind our three-story apartment building, littered with bikes, trash bins, and a handful of cars, before lowering my voice—“dead. So she’s no longer worrying about me.”

“I’m serious about the gun, Jamie.”

I open the driver’s side door. “I don’t know how to use a gun. I’d only shoot myself in the foot or accidentally kill someone. Love you! I’ll call you when I make it to my first stop.”

It takes six days, multiple near fender benders, and white-knuckle driving in the snow, but Fiona and I arrive in Missoula—thankfully, in one piece. Icicles hang from the gutters of my temporary home, a simple gray two-story with a steeply pitched roof, white shutters, a dilapidated porch, and a tiny balcony on the second floor. It’s perfect.

The driveway’s been cleared of snow, so I pull behind an old red Bronco cloaked in dirt and salt residue.

When I open my car door, a gust of frigid air bites my face, a sure sign this Miami girl will freeze her tits off.

I hop down. “Shit!” My boots find no traction, and I nearly do the splits, saving myself by planting my hands on the slippery driveway.

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