Hearts on Fire 1: Serefina (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Hearts on Fire 1: Serefina
Serefina Martelli headed home with hopes of healing her heart. After losing her first and only lover, a firefighter, in a fire, and sustaining burns herself as a survivor, it’s been difficult. Coming back to a family of first responders and a supportive community by the ocean seemed perfect. She didn’t expect to become the desire of three men, or the obsession of one serial arsonist.
Ace, Ice, and Bull, firefighters with Ladder 19, have been at a loss since losing their brother Marco in a fire. They did everything together, including serving in the Marine Corp.
But now, they are drifting apart, and the hopes of finding a woman to complete them and keep them close seem impossible. They meet Serefina at separate times and instantly know she is the one. They failed to protect their brother from an arsonist, but given a second chance, can they protect Serefina from one?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 54,466 words
HEARTS ON FIRE 1: SEREFINA
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
MENAGE EVERLASTING
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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IMPRINT: Ménage Everlasting
HEARTS ON FIRE 1: SEREFINA
Copyright © 2014 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
E-book ISBN: 978-1-62741-531-6
First E-book Publication: March 2014
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DEDICATION
Dear readers,
Welcome to the first book in my new series Hearts on Fire.
Love is not something to take for granted, yet many of us are guilty of such a thing. Is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? Does the pain one feels after that loss rule out any confidence that true love can be found more than once in a lifetime?
How about feeling guilty after surviving a tragedy when the one you loved did not?
The answer seems simple, yet taking that chance, allowing love, compassion, and a connection to be felt is not so simple.
Enjoy Serefina’s story as she embarks on a journey to get her life back, to live again, and to realize that life is filled with second chances.
Happy reading.
Hugs.
~Dixie~
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author
HEARTS ON FIRE 1: SEREFINA
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2014
Prologue
He watched them holding hands, the many couples as well as single young men and women as they entered the club. Soon they would not be smiling, but screaming as they gave their lives to his cause. The devil who attempted to cleanse the earth of his power and master would get the fight of their lives tonight. But they were not so good, so perfect and untouchable. Nor were those who would be sacrificed as a gift to the master.
Taking in the numbers of people, the abundant laughter, the blaring music, and the sight of his targets joining in, he smiled triumphantly. But then the master settled him down. His voice deep and firm in his head.
Do not celebrate yet. When they are dead, no longer a threat to our mission and purpose, then you can celebrate.
He swallowed hard. This was going to be the biggest fire he ever caused. This was going to set him apart from the minor followers of the master. But most importantly, this was going to take the lives of many.
Like my love, my power, my position beside my master, I fight for it, for me, and for the day when I succeed in setting the world on fire.
* * * *
Matt took Serefina’s hand and smiled down at her. She was stunning tonight. Well, she was stunning every night, but especially tonight. After months of dating, taking their time getting to know one another fully, they’d made love, for the very first time. He was in love. She meant the world to him, and he hoped to one day make her his wife.
She smiled at him as she gave a sassy look over her tan, bare shoulder. Her purple sundress hugged her figure and accentuated her curves. Curves he’d enjoyed exploring only an hour ago.
“What is that look for?” she teased as he grabbed her hips and guided her into the club. The multilevel dance floor with six bars and three private lounges was the hottest spot on the boardwalk. With the ocean views off the upper balconies, it was the perfect setting to enjoy such a beautiful summer evening at the shore.
He didn’t want to leave her tomorrow morning for work. He wanted to spend the next few days in bed with her, but duty called,
and being a firefighter was his calling.
She pushed her long brown hair over her shoulder as he watched her wave to a group of guys and two girls. His heart hammered in his chest, and the instant jealous feeling ate at his gut. He tried not to show Serefina that side of him. She was sweet, a caring, empathetic person who helped out at their local church with community affairs and she was a freelance writer as well. She was perfection, and she was all his.
Holding her by her small waist, he towered over her five feet three inches, standing at six feet tall. She paused with him on the second floor.
“Still kind of crowded for you? Do you want to go higher?” she asked him. He glanced around, noticing the limited spots to stand or enjoy the bar or the music. He nodded.
“Go up to the top, maybe we can look out over the balcony. It’s a clear, beautiful night,” he suggested, and she smiled, her big green eyes sparkling as she shyly headed toward the next flight of stairs. It was so crowded. He took the lead, holding her hand while passing people on the staircase. He felt her stop a moment, as she looked down over the railing, and some guy whispered to her and smiled. Matt’s gut clenched as he squeezed her hand and gave the guy a mean look. She was his woman, and no other man was going to try and flirt with her or check her out. The guy was a moron. Didn’t he see Matt holding Serefina’s hand? Some guys just didn’t care.
They made it to the highest floor, the music loud, the crowds not so big, and they headed toward a space near the balcony. He pulled her close and kissed her. “I’m the luckiest man in this place.”
She smiled shyly, turning toward the view and balcony. “Oh wow, this view is amazing,” she whispered, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He squeezed her to him, and she lifted her hands backward to place over his forearms.
“You’re more beautiful than this view, Serefina.” He kissed the top of her head.
“Hey, love birds, where the hell have you two been the last two days?” Frankie asked as he and Curtis showed up next to them. “We tried calling.”
They looked at Serefina and smiled. Both of his fellow firefighting buddies thought she was gorgeous. They were there when Matt met Serefina at a local charity event. She had caught the eye of many of the guys, but she chose him, and he hadn’t been the same since.
They kissed her cheek hello, and he felt the twinge of something in his gut. He was feeling pretty damn possessive of her, and wondered if it was because they made love for the first time today? It was probably a natural thing to feel. But he didn’t know. She was his first love. Being a firefighter he did have his share of one-night stands. The uniform and the danger always seemed to attract some fire buffs. But Serefina was different. She came from a family of firefighters back home in New Jersey. She understood what it was like to do this job, and she respected him for it. In fact, it had taken some serious flirting and persistent calling to get her to accept going on a date.
“Well, we’re going to go downstairs and check out the prospects on the dance floor. There are some exceptionally hot women here tonight,” Frankie said, and then Curtis raised his palm up for Frankie to slap.
“Oh yeah. You two love birds have fun.” He winked and they walked away.
Serefina shook her head and smiled.
She turned around to face Matt and ran the palms of her hands up his chest. “So, O’Reilly, how long do you want to stay here? You have work tomorrow, right?” she asked.
He smiled as he reached up and cupped her cheek. “Baby, I’ll leave here right now with you.” He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. That kiss grew deeper, and he maneuvered one hand along her waist, up her ribs to her breast and squeezed.
“Matt!” she reprimanded, pushing his hand down and looking around, afraid someone might see.
He followed her line of sight. “You’re mine. Spread the word because no other man will ever have you again.” She blushed and then lowered her forehead to his chest.
“Hey.” He reached under her chin and tilted it up toward him. Her green eyes sparkled as they locked with his blue ones.
“I’m never gonna let you go. I love you, Serefina.”
Her eyes widened and he could see them fill with emotion.
“I love you, too, O’Reilly. Let’s have a drink, mingle a little, and then get out of here.”
He smiled.
“My place or your place?” he asked and winked.
“I don’t care, just as long as we’re together.”
* * * *
Serefina was standing near the staircase waiting for Matt to bring back some drinks for them. The club was really very crowded tonight. There was supposed to be some special appearance by some famous movie stars, or at least that was what the gossip was. As the night went on and the crowds grew bigger and rowdier, she wondered if it were all a scam to get more patrons to come to the club.
She turned around to see where Matt was, and her heart raced at the sight of him standing by the bar. The man had a perfect body. His ass was a work of art, and his blond hair and blue eyes made him stand out in a crowd. As one woman rubbed by him, Serefina felt that jealous feeling hit her in the gut. She wondered since the day they met why Matt was interested in dating her. He was so outgoing and suave and she was quiet, shy, and didn’t flaunt her assets like the other young women his friends seemed to constantly hook up with.
She was only twenty-three, had graduated from college out here in North Carolina, and had anticipated heading back home to New Jersey after her senior year. But then she was offered a job working for a local magazine, and of course she made some friends and kept pushing it off. Now, after meeting Matt, she wondered what the future might bring.
Serefina felt the floor move and she grabbed for the railing on the stairs.
Looking around her, wondering if what she felt really happened, she saw other people looking around and then go back to dancing and talking.
She immediately sought out Matt and his eyes widened as he held two drinks in his hand.
As their gazes locked, the first explosion rocked the building.
Serefina screamed as the floor shook, nearly knocking her to her feet. She spotted Matt. He dropped the glasses and was running toward her when the ball of smoke and flames erupted from the center of the floors below and shot up between the levels. People by the railings overlooking the multilevel dance floor were screaming as they fell back.
She was scared, and froze in place until she felt Matt’s hand grab her upper arm.
“We need to get out of here,” he told her as he spoke into his cell phone. Another explosion occurred and the stairs they stood by erupted into flames from the landing below. She scanned the area. People were running, stampeding over one another to find the exits.
She looked for the sign as Matt pulled her and spoke into the phone. He was calling for help.
He closed the phone up and held her close as he took in their surroundings.
The screaming, the heat of the flames that now blocked the exits and staircases brought fear like no other through her entire body.
“Matt? Oh my God, what do we do?” She felt the rumbling and the sound of the floor creaking.
“Fuck. Move, Serefina. Move!” he yelled as he pulled her, running toward the exit to the farthest right and further, deeper into the club.
She heard the rumbling, and heard people crying, screaming as they fell to the floor or tried to follow them.
He got her to the staircase. They both looked down.
“We need to get lower. There’s another exit door that leads to a fire escape to the right. See it?” He asked her, but she was shaking now. Even being the daughter of a firefighter, she couldn’t understand the fear, the uncertainty this situation was causing.
Matt shook her shoulders.
“Serefina, if we don’t get down there, we’re going to die.”
She understood.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now move your ass,” he commanded. She gr
abbed his hand and they headed down the stairs, closer to the fire below. It was getting hotter, and the flames were shooting up from the center. She didn’t want to look down there. She knew how crowded those dance floors were, and by the looks and sounds of the screams of terror she knew people were dead.
They made it to the small landing, and Matt let go of her hand to open the door. He shoved against it. There was something blocking the door.
“What the fuck?” he yelled as he banged.
The sirens were blaring now, a little too late. There was no warning, no way to let people know they needed to get out of there. “We have to get lower,” he told her. He looked to the side, at another door. It looked like a utility door or another exit. There was a sign over it. She was shaking now, the fear becoming too much for her body.
“Stay here and I’ll check it out.”
“No. Don’t leave me.” She grabbed onto his arm and Matt smiled. That sweet reassuring smile, that was firm and all knowing. He was in his zone. He was in firefighter mode and she needed to trust him.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Okay. Hurry.” As their hands separated, her heart ached from the loss of his nearness. She watched him head back up and then over toward the other door when she heard the banging on the door near the landing. She banged back as she pressed her ear against it. She heard the firefighters. They were looking for a way in. The banging grew louder. She saw a section in the metal door indent toward her. She knew they were using tools to break in. She called to Matt.
“Matt, they’re coming. Come back here, they’re coming. The firefighters.” She yelled to him but he seemed to not hear her. She started to climb back up the stairs, calling his name. “Matt!” she yelled. He turned to look at her and she waved him back. The fire erupted higher as she met him halfway up the staircase.