Lights To My Siren

 

You’re The Lights…

Sebastian had one rule.

No women on the back of his bike. Period.

The one time he broke that rule, he killed the woman that was carrying his child.

Then comes Baylee Roberts. She makes Sebastian want to break every single rule he’d ever implemented. Hell, but she even makes him consider that dreaded H word. A helmet.

To My…

Baylee Roberts innocently walked into her bathroom never expecting that she’d find a man in there. It is her bathroom after all, and she lives alone.

From the instant he placed his hat on her head to protect her from the sun, Baylee’s mind becomes filled with thoughts of a certain biker.

She really shouldn’t go there. There’s no telling what kind of dangerous things he does for The Dixie Wardens MC.

Siren…

 

Nothing is ever as easy as it should be. Their relationship’s one of them.

Baylee’s brother is a cop. Baylee’s father is a cop. Which inevitably means that Baylee’s going to have certain hang-ups about being with a man like himself.

Sebastian has a lot on his plate with his busy job as a firefighter, a single father, and the vice president of The Dixie Wardens MC.

Not enough, though, to keep him away from Baylee.

When a series of arsons rattle their hometown and puts Sebastian’s life on the line, Baylee finally realizes the only fire Sebastian can’t put out is the one inside her heart.

 

EXCERPT

 

The picture was of a burning building in the background, with a very dirty, sweaty, and mad Sebastian standing beside a fire engine.  The coat that protected his upper body from the high heat and flames was tossed down haphazardly at his feet.  The bottom portion of his body was encased in the bunker gear, with the suspenders bisecting his t-shirt clad chest.  His body was just covered in soot, with the sweat he was producing running freely down his chest, arms, and face.  The look on his face was murderous, most likely from getting his picture snapped when he didn’t want it to be taken.

The caption underneath the photo read:  Benton, Louisiana firefighter, Sebastian Mackenzie, rests after rescuing a man and his wife who lost their home to a fire late Saturday evening.

“Holy shit.”  I whispered.

I didn’t know if it was the fact that Sebastian was a firefighter or the fact that I thought he was just a criminal.  I’d automatically assumed he was bad when I’d seen the biker cut he’d worn each time I’d seen him.  That hadn’t stopped my body from reacting to the man.

It surprised the ever-loving shit out of me that he actually had a legitimate job, instead of selling E and pot to teenagers.  Of all the possibilities I’d pictured him doing,  firefighting just wasn’t one of them.  Who would’ve thought?

Especially how Luke carried on and on about him being a bad guy.  Luke was full of shit.

“I’m going to beat him.”  I declared as I started my Cutlass and headed back towards my house and my day off.

Lani Lynn Vale is a married mother of three living in the greatest state in the world, Texas. She is currently a student pursuing her bachelor’s degree in nursing. When she’s not cooking, cleaning, wiping dirty faces free of permanent marker stains, going to school, or running errands, you can find her at her computer lost in her fictional character’s world.

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