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    Pulse of My Heart
    Pulse of My Heart
    Pulse of My Heart
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    Pulse of My Heart

    By Jessi Noelle

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    Vincent Franklin's last mistake had a body count. Now, he's back on the fireline with something to prove to his fellow firefighters and most of all to himself. But when a sexy Irishman with talent and a camera captures him in a weak moment, he puts Vince's heart at risk.
     
    Still, there's something about Aidan that attracts Vince and stirs up feelings he would have preferred to leave locked up and untouched in a dark corner of his heart. Then, after he, and the world, believe Aidan is killed in a tragic accident, Vince struggles to find the courage to love again. His chief worry: Does a screw-up like him even deserve to love again?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNineStar Press, LLC
    Release dateNov 11, 2019
    ISBN9781951057732
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      Pulse of My Heart - Jessi Noelle

      A NineStar Press Publication

      www.ninestarpress.com

      Pulse of My Heart

      ISBN: 978-1-951057-73-2

      Copyright © 2019 by Jessi Noelle

      Cover Art by Natasha Snow Copyright © 2019

      Published in November, 2019 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact NineStar Press at Contact@ninestarpress.com.

      Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content, which may only be suitable for mature readers, past trauma, mentions of war, and animal injury.

      Pulse of My Heart

      The Inferno, Book Two

      Jessi Noelle

      Table of Contents

      Dedication

      Pulse of My Heart

      Author's Note

      About the Author

      For Sparkles…

      Christmas Eve, 2019

      VINCE WAS BREATHING hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled downward, catching in his eyebrow as he groaned in pleasure and release.

      Holy shit, Mac, he said as the twitching slowed, and he melted into the body under him. He nuzzled the ear of his partner and tenderly kissed the spot just below, where the neck melded into that beautiful head.

      Mmm, his partner purred, hips moving languidly around his trapped member and drawing another gasp of pleasure before releasing him. Merry Christmas, my darling.

      Are you my night-before-Christmas present? he asked. Because I’m afraid that if I stir any creatures—even a mouse—I’ll find this sugarplum is a vision dancing in my head. After the loss a year ago, and everything he’d been through since, this felt surreal.

      Mac gave him a coy look—the one that tugged sexy-feel threads in his chest—then flipped over beneath him and wrapped arms around his neck, lacing fingers through Vince’s short, butterscotch hair. Sugarplum, huh? Ah, you do know how to flatter the guy below you who is still slightly incoherent from recent…activities. He pulled Vince down for a kiss, tongue snaking out to lick the sweat off his lips and making Vince groan a little at the image. He cocked his head, raised his eyebrows, and Vince could feel himself stirring again, hardening against the leg resting on him.

      Vince looked down at him with wonder. What did I do to deserve you? You’re so beautiful, and smart, and everything I’m not.

      Don’t get it twisted, darling, he drawled as he framed Vince’s face between his hands, I’m the lucky guy who snagged the hot firefighter who defines straight-up sexy, pardon the hetero pun. Mac softly placed his lips on Vince’s, starting at his forehead and working his way slowly, so agonizingly slowly, down.

      In a flash of searing heat, Vince’s tenderness was replaced with hunger and need. Mac grinned wickedly at Vince’s growl of lust and flipped him over. He hovered above Vince, teasing, letting his breath fall on the sensitive places he’d found and wringing moans of frustration from the beautiful boy beneath him. When his tongue trailed over the bumps of Vince’s abs, the ticklish spot Mac found there caused him to squirm away. And when Mac’s lips engulfed his manhood, Vince lost the ability to form coherent thought.

      Everything dissolved into a blur of touch and taste and pressure and pleasure and friction and feeling.

      Merry Christmas, indeed.

      Halloween, 2018

      THE SHED BEHIND the Creole cottage was almost fully engulfed with flames when the Biloxi Fire Department arrived on the scene, the fire engines only able to set up on the street due to the muddiness of the ground after a day of torrential downpours. Vince was first off the engine, grabbing hose from the back and getting ready to put the wet stuff on the red stuff.

      Every firefighter there had a slightly happy look on their face, a guilt-free gleam in their eyes as they fought the fire. They rarely ran across a fire that wasn’t threatening a family’s life and home. These flames were the fun without the stress.

      Until the woman broke free from the clutches of the younger man on the porch and approached the captain with tears streaming down her face. Please. Please! Can somebody go save Lola and her babies? God, I’m begging you. She was close to hysterical.

      Captain William Merone was a good man, built solid with a presence that was both commanding and comforting. The lady calmed a little as he turned toward her. Ma’am? Who is Lola? We were told no one was inside the structure.

      Sniffles fought with sobs as she haltingly explained, Lola…she’s our B-border Collie. She just had four puppies. We set her up with a whelping box out there for privacy.

      As if on cue, Vince heard a sharp bark and saw a shadow moving inside the room not yet fully engulfed. Cap! We got a dog in there! he yelled out.

      Five, Captain Merone answered as he looked at the shed intently, finally cutting his eyes over to Vince in an indication he had made a decision. Four puppies and the mom. You and Dyer go get ’em.

      Ten-four, cap, he said as he pulled the SCBA mask over his face and started the air flowing. Nearby, Dyer, nicknamed Chiclets because of his slightly oversized teeth, did the same.

      Carefully, Merone growled at him. His eyes met Vince’s, and nothing more needed to be said between them.

      It was a good shed, sturdy and built in a T shape with several

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