Heroes with Heat and Heart: A 9/11 Charity Anthology
Publication date: September 1st 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Heal your heart with stories of love and heroism!
In honor of the 20th anniversary of 9/11, some of your favorite romance authors joined forces to create a charity anthology to raise funds to honor the memories of the heroes we lost that day. Starting in September, every single dollar without exception goes to the 9/11 Memorial and Museum.
So grab a fan for some heat and tissues for some tears, and fall in love with the men and women first responders in this collection of heroic romances.
Featuring stories by
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TEMPTED by Carina Alyce
“You are a professional,” ER Clerk Cassie Odon reminded herself, wheeling her computer through the MetroGen ER. The wee morning hours of Thursday night shifts in the minor care pod were supposed to be slow.
The triage nurse at the front door was having a ball because her triage reasons became more outlandish as the night wore on.
Seriously, why were Fabio and Glen sharing a room? And what did “get checked out” mean? They couldn’t be too sick if they were in the minor care pod and not one of the two standard care pods. At nineteen and twenty-eight years old, they shouldn’t have been taking a ton of meds.
STD testing, perhaps?
No, the triage nurse’d have written ‘personal concern w/testing’ on that.
Object in the butt? While everyone said ‘they fell on it,’ it usually appeared as ‘OITB.’
Drunken sex accident? Ideally, they weren’t drunk. Drunk guys, regardless of their orientation, were obnoxious when she had to file their insurance.
She opened the door to Room 78 and understood triage’s note.
There sat two shirtless firefighters ‘getting checked out.’ Even better, she recognized one of them, who had been similarly naked during their last conversation.
And he looked fabulous naked . . .
BRAVE ENOUGH TO LOVE by EmKay Connor
Complete and total silence settled over the jewelry store. Donald peered from behind the counter. Mr. and Mrs. Park huddled together, wide-eyed with terror. Mikey stared down his arm, past his gun, to the damp red stain spreading over one side of my shirt. I struggled to breathe, paralyzed by disbelief and shock.
Thirteen years on the job without more than a black eye, dislocated shoulder, and concussion. Now, I was shot.
My thoughts flew to my wife, waiting for me in Dr. Harding’s office, assuming the worst about my absence. If the building was being evacuated and she saw the S.W.A.T. ARV, would she try to check on me? Find out what was going on?
The thought of my wife learning I was one of the hostages and waiting to see if I’d make it out alive made me want to vomit.