Hotshots (Wildfires Book 1)
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Authors: Jana Leigh,Lynn Ray Lewis
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Wildfires
Book One
by Jana Leigh and Lynn Ray Lewis
© Copyright March 2015 JK Publishing, Inc.
ISBN# 978-1-311-53694-5
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Cover by Jess Buffett
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I am so fortunate to have worked with Lynn Ray—she is an amazing, talented author and a wonderful friend!!
~Jana Leigh
To firefighters everywhere!
~Lynn Ray Lewis
Table of Contents
Excerpt from Sleeping with the Enemy
Jezebel ‘Jez’ Siomne walked toward her helicopter. It was hers; she finally owned the only thing she ever wanted. Now, to find a job to help pay the loans she had taken out. She grinned as she neared her baby. The only child of the infamous wilder fire pilot ‘Stryker’ Siomne, how could she not, it was in her blood. Her dad loved flying and it was ingrained in her at an early age.
Jez stood in front of the nose of her baby and sighed. Yes, she needed a job, and she knew exactly where she was going to go. Her godfather owed her; he promised that if she passed her licensing test, he would get her a job in Colorado, one of the premiere places to fight fires. She only needed to convince him that she was healed.
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, her father would love her baby. One year ago yesterday he had told her he was proud of her and a day later, he was dead and she was in a coma. This was the life of a wildfire pilot, her father knew it, and she knew it. It didn’t make the devastation of waking up and finding out she missed her father’s funeral any less painful. Her mother had tried to wait, but Jez understood the situation since she had been in coma for three weeks. She closed her eyes and remembered the crash.
Striker was laughing with some of the guys when she arrived to the airfield, she would always remember the smile on his face when she walked up to say hello, he loved his job, and his life, her mother knew it and lived with that knowledge. The season had just started, and Jez was going to fly with her father to get her hours in for her license. She was excited and ready. Her father was proud; he told her enough times, so she knew it was true.
“Come on, Jez,” her father had smiled. “Just got a call, we have a small fire to fly over and check out.”
Jez practically jumped up and down with excitement, but she played it cool because the guys were watching her. They got into her father’s helio and she grinned. It was a perfect day, the sun was shining, the winds were calm.
It happened when they were just rising over the foothills in Northern Colorado, the fire had moved fast and her father was listening to the radio as his team was giving coordinates. It should have been a dump and go, but the fire caught one of the members of the team, and grew fast. Her father tried to save him and help with the spread of the fire. Jez saw the huge tree in front of them explode from the heat and she didn’t have a chance to scream before her father lost control because of the force.
The last thing she remembered of her father was him yelling at her to brace and that he loved her, and then she woke up in the hospital with her mother trying to smile at her gently while she told her Stryker didn’t make it.
Jez reached up and touched her baby, he was a Sikorsky S-70 “Firehawk”, and she had dubbed it ‘Stryker’, after her father. She was going to get the job, and she was going to make her father proud. It was the only thing she’d ever wanted and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to get it.
Jez laced her black work boots and stood. Her first day of work and she was fucking doing this. She had to fight to make her godfather accept her into the program. He wanted to make sure she was healthy after being in a coma and then having to go through physical therapy. She was in the best shape of her life and she had to prove it to him before he agreed. She had done it, and now she was going to meet her team.
She looked at herself in the mirror and grimaced. She had never been a pin-up model, though she wasn’t ugly before the accident. However, now her usually long dark brown hair was cut short having only grown out from the accident to her chin. It was still fine, though thicker than what it had been before, which worked for her because is gave her natural curls a bit of a bounce. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement and her normal round face was thinner. Her curvy frame was still curvy although it was firmer. But none of that is what she saw when she looked into the mirror. The only thing she saw was the ugly scar that ran from her hairline just above her ear to her chin, and down her neck. She had almost bled out when they found her; thankfully, the men hadn’t pulled the piece of metal from the helicopter from her face until she reached the hospital.
She looked different because of the surgeries, and even though her mother assured her that she looked good, Jez didn’t care, she wasn’t here for a beauty contest, but still it sucked that people would look at her with pity. Her armor was in place at least. Her black shirt, black jeans, and black boots made her look like a badass bitch, at least that’s what her mother had said. Jez liked it, so she made sure that was her new wardrobe when she was released from the hospital, no longer able to fit into her baggy clothes.
Jez turned and pulled her bag up; she was ready. Today she would go to the training facility, they would assign her to a team, and then the training would begin. She was in Denver, Colorado, and her team was going to be stationed here, somewhere in the front range of the Rocky Mountains. She loved it here, and had dreamed of getting a job here since she was young. Her father had been stationed here although they lived in Northern Wyoming, a great place to learn how to fly a helicopter but a sucky place for a single woman to live. Not that she cared right now, but at least maybe here she could find someone who would accept her flaws.
