AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 6, 2016
ONE JOB OPENING
TWO SHIFTERS APPLY…
Dragon shifter Chloe Arish is hell-bent on becoming a Boston firefighter. She uses her Irish charm and fake documents to score an interview, knowing she has to work every bit as hard as a man—harder if she wants their respect.
Born into a legendary Boston firefighting family, phoenix shifter Ryan Fierro can’t possibly let someone best him on the training course or the job. He’d never hear the end of it. When a feisty new recruit comes along who’s determined to do just that, Ryan plots to kick her out—until their sizzling chemistry turns explosive…
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Chloe Arish sat on a hard plastic chair outside the Fire Chief’s office, tapping her foot while she awaited her second interview for a job as a Boston Firefighter. She had already passed the Civil Service Exam and the Candidate Physical Ability Test. The written test and oral exam were more difficult for her than the physical stuff, but thanks to some coaching by her friend and fellow dragon/firefighter Drake Cameron, she had passed with flying colors.
Actually, the one thing she was most worried about was her fake birth certificate. Now that she was a naturalized US citizen and a resident of Boston for over a year, she met the most basic requirements. But her life’s history on paper was completely false, and this job came with background checks.
Fortunately, her Ulster cousins knew ‘a bloke’ who could create a realistic forgery, picking a birthday that didn’t indicate her real age, which was well over a thousand years-old. She didn’t look a day over twenty-three, so her phony birth certificate was made to match. Just for kicks, they picked July 4th as her birthday. America’s birthday.
Just as she was checking her watch for the umpteenth time, the door opened and out strolled a six foot Adonis. Dark hair, chiseled features, and olive skin.
He was followed by the chief, who clasped him in a man-hug, and they pounded each other on their backs.
“Give my best to your family,” the chief said. “I’m sure we’ll see each other soon.”
“I will. And say hello to yours for me.”
Oh, feck. They know each other. Chloe had heard that nepotism was a regular thing among firefighters.
The chief nodded to her. “I’ll be with you shortly,” he said and returned to his office.
The Greek God gazed at her with intense dark eyes. “So, you’re here for an interview too?”
She straightened to her full five feet five stature. “I am.”
“Let me guess. You’re a secretary? Or what is it called now? Administrative assistant?”
Her eyes widened. What a chauvinist pig! Did she want to give him the satisfaction of an outraged reaction? Hell, yes.
“I’m here to interview for the firefighter position. Not that it’s any of your business.”
He had the audacity to laugh. “A little thing like you?”
She seethed inwardly and longed to shift into dragon form, to breathe a column of fire right into his face. Or not. That would be a crime—in more ways than one.
She tipped her chin up. “I passed the CPAT in record time.”
“Really?” He said it as if he didn’t believe her. “Record time, huh? I did too. I wonder who broke whose record?”
This arrogant fecker was getting to her. She had to tamp down her anger and quickly, before she started snorting smoke out of her nose. Revealing her paranormal status to humans was strictly forbidden. She had never done it, but she knew someone who did. Mother Nature herself had punished the offender. The Goddess was not someone she wanted to piss off—and Gaia seemed to have a temper as quick as her own.
Injure them with kindness was an American saying she was fond of. Or was it Kill them with kindness? She couldn’t quite keep all the slang straight, but the meanings got through.
She smiled. “It looks like you may get the position. After all, they say it’s who you know—not what you know.” At least she hoped she’d quoted that one correctly.
His back stiffened and he frowned.
Yup. Got that one right.
Then he relaxed and smiled, as if he didn’t care. “Or I could get it because of both. What do you have as an advantage—other than your sex?”
She gasped. “Excuse me? Are you accusing me of sleeping my way into the job?”
He coughed. “No, that’s not what I meant. Not at all. I just meant that your sex is female. As in, your gender. There’s only one woman in the whole department right now. They may want another one so they won’t be accused of gender bias.”
Oh, this ass is just digging himself in deeper and deeper.
“I don’t need to use that to my advantage, but it’s good to know.” This time her smile probably looked somewhat evil as she pictured herself punching this guy in the gut. Messing with Chloe Arish was not a good idea.
The door opened and the chief said, “Come in, Miss Arish.”
At last. It was her turn to prove she deserved and wanted this job more than he did…probably more than anyone did. And her sex had nothing to do with it.