Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Savannah Brooks swore she’d never return to Devil’s Peak—not to the ashes of her past, and definitely not to the boy who broke her heart the night the fire stole her family. But when she walks into the firehouse ten years later as the newest paramedic, the first face she sees is Axel Ramirez… older, darker, broodier, and still the only man she’s ever loved.
Axel has carried guilt for a decade—and hundreds of unsent love letters he never had the courage to give her. Their first rescue mission together reignites everything they buried: the chemistry, the heartbreak, the wildfire of desire that never died.
When adrenaline turns to a breathless confession in the back of an ambulance, their past explodes into a scorching second chance neither can outrun.
Searing tension. Unfinished business. A love that survived the flames once—and is about to burn even hotter.
Blaze is a high-steam, high-emotion firefighter romance that will set your heart—and your e-reader—on fire
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Chapter One
Savannah
The snow comes down in thick, slow flakes—heavy enough to blur the mountains, soft enough to muffle my footsteps as I cross the firehouse lot. Devil’s Peak never changes. White drifts piling against the red engine bay doors, pine trees lining the back fence, the same familiar whiff of smoke clinging to the cold air. The same knot twisting inside my stomach like a warning.
I stall in the doorway, brushing snow off my jacket before stepping inside.
Warmth hits my cheeks immediately—heat from the industrial ventilation, the hum of engines cooling, and the murmur of early-shift chatter from firefighters who look like they’ve been up too long.
I inhale, slow and deliberate.
You’re fine. You’re back. That’s it.
But something in me rattles anyway. Something bone-deep. I shove it down.
The firehouse captain—Saxon Cole—waves me over. “Paramedic Brooks?”
My throat tightens at the sound of my own name. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re with us now. Paperwork got delayed because of the weather, but consider this your reassignment briefing. Glad you made it up the mountain in one piece.”
“Thank you.” I manage a smile, small and polite, the kind that keeps people from asking questions.
He gestures toward the long line of firefighters gathering in the central bay. “Roll call’s starting. You can step in with the med techs.”
I nod and step forward—then freeze.
Because someone says my name.
Not loudly.
Not even intentionally.
But the echo of it ricochets across the concrete floor like a spark.
“Savannah?” a voice murmurs, stunned, low, masculine.
My heart slams hard against my ribcage.
I know that voice.
I know it.
Too well. Too intimately. Too painfully.
My head turns on instinct—slow, like my body is afraid of what it’ll find if I move too fast.
And there he is.
Axel Ramirez.
Broader now. Taller somehow. Shoulders thick as steel beams beneath his navy station 19 shirt. Dark hair longer than I remember, curling slightly at the ends like he’s been running his hands through it all morning. A thick beard draws my eyes in. His radio is clipped to his chest like it belongs there.
He looks nothing like the boy I left behind.
Except his eyes.
Those are exactly the same.
Dark brown, intense, burning with something I can’t name—but feel everywhere.
His gloved hand slips on his radio, almost dropping it. A small clatter echoes across the bay.
The room falls quiet.
Then the whispers start.
“Holy shit…” someone mutters. “That’s Savannah.”
Another voice: “You didn’t tell us that Savannah was coming.”
Someone else whistles low. “Ramirez looks like he’s seen a ghost.”
Axel doesn’t look away from me.
I don’t look away from him.
My breath stutters, catching in my throat like a fist.
His chest rises—sharp. Like he’s been punched.
Ten years collapse between us in an instant. Every memory slams into me at once:
Running barefoot through his mother’s garden. Sneaking popsicles from his back porch freezer. Him kissing me under the oak tree at sixteen. Smoke. Screams. Flames swallowing the dark. His arms pulling me back. The moment everything ended.
I blink hard.
The firehouse around us blurs for a second. Then snaps back into focus.
Axel still hasn’t moved.
Not a muscle.
Not a breath.
He looks carved from stone—except for the way his eyes tremble in a way he probably thinks nobody can see.
But I see.
Of course I see.
Captain Cole clears his throat loudly. “Ramirez. You good?”
Axel blinks like he’s waking from a dream. His gaze tears away, dragged like it physically hurts him.
“Yeah,” he rasps.
The word is rough. Frayed. Barely there.
My pulse skitters.
He didn’t know I was coming.
I didn’t know he’d be here.
I didn’t know the universe could be this cruel.
Cole gestures me forward. “Brooks, this is Firehouse 19. You’ll be working alongside our primary medical response team. First shift starts now. Ramirez, you’ll be paired on most calls with—”
“No.” Axel’s voice slices through the air before he can stop it.
Everyone turns.
Even I stiffen.
Axel swallows hard—throat tight, jaw flexing—then forces an awkward correction.