Charlie Richards Carry Me 1 Fireman's Carry

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.Carl Lewis has little joy in his life.He’s recently struggled through a painful divorce, has partial custody of his two kids, and is learning to rearrange his schedule so work as a detective is no longer first.It’s not easy.Then he meets his new neighbor, Vincent Androse, an openly gay firefighter who just went through a bad break-up of his own.He gives the man a hand moving furniture, and they strike up a friendship that starts to fill holes in Carl’s life he didn’t even know were there.Vincent moves to get away from his cheating ex-boyfriend, Lonnie.His new house is big and empty, and he finds himself enjoying the Friday night BBQs with his new friend, Carl, even with the man’s kids there.When Lonnie shows up, begging for him to come back, again, and refuses to leave, Carl steps in, pretending to be the new boyfriend.Vincent discovers Carl can kiss—really kiss, and he starts wanting things the straight cop can’t give him.Can he?The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials.Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.This book is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Fireman’s CarryCopyright © 2012 Charlie RichardsISBN: 978-1-77111-254-3Cover art by Angela WatersAll rights reserved.Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.Published by eXtasy BooksLook for us online at:www.eXtasybooks.comFireman’s CarryCarry Me: Book OneByCharlie RichardsTo all the firemen in Utah for constantly risking their lives putting out our many, huge forest fires!Chapter OneCarl didn’t notice the moving van right away.He was too busy trying to wrap his mind around the events of the last eight months…his wife leaving, the lengthy divorce, the settlement, child support, and shared custody.The creak of Carl’s porch steps finally brought him out of his reverie.His head snapped up, taking in the stranger moving toward him.The man stood maybe a couple inches over six feet, had broad shoulders, and appeared muscular without looking like a body builder.The strong legs and arms were easily discernible in the form-fitting, faded and worn blue jeans and black George Strait t-shirt he wore.The man’s short, wavy brown hair flopped across his sweat glistened forehead.Carl’s cop instincts took all the information in with a glance.“Good morning,” the man greeted, stopping five feet away from where Carl sat on his porch swing.“If you say so,” Carl replied, cringing internally at his surly tone.Seeing the man’s dark brows shoot up, he sighed.“I’m sorry.I’m not usually an ass.” He rose, moved the bottle of Budweiser to his left hand, and held out his right.“Carl Lewis.What can I do for you?”“Nice to meet you, Carl.Vincent Androse.” He nodded to the beer Carl held.“I guess the morning must have been rough.It’s not even noon yet.” After a second, his brows ratcheted up a notch.“Unless this is normal for you.” Vincent shook his head and chuckled.“I’m sorry.I’m not making a very good first impression.Lonnie always said I let my mouth run away with me.”A chatterbox.Interesting.Not too many men that looked like this one suffered from that particular affliction.Carl held up a hand, stopping Vincent’s stream of nonsense.“No, I don’t normally start this early in the morning, but I’ve already dealt with an angry ex-wife today.Now, can I help you with something? You’re not selling anything, are you?” Vincent didn’t look like a salesman, but what the hell did he know?“No! Of course not,” Vincent assured him quickly.“I’m moving in across the street.” He shoved a hand through his dark curls and cringed.“My buddy just bailed on me.The U-Haul truck is due back in three hours, and I need to be at the fire house right after that.I wouldn’t normally do this, but I’m in a bit of a bind.Is there any way I could talk you into helping me for half an hour? I only have a couple big things.”Carl took a lazy pull on his beer, thinking maybe this man’s morning wasn’t so hot either.“What the hell.I’ve heard a little physical activity is good for relieving stress.”Vincent let out a relieved, if somewhat strained laugh, and Carl smiled for the first time since Rhonda had called that morning.“I owe you one, Carl.I’ll buy you a case to make it up to you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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