Three sexy stories together in one collection, for the first time!
The men are heroes—strong, fearless…
Fireman Ethan Winters ran headlong into a burning building to find Rosie Carrington. Rescue worker Brett Gannon defied the aftershocks of a San Francisco earthquake to prevent Haley Brubaker from entering her collapsing home. And emergency-room doctor Matt Walker braved gale force winds and rising floodwater to rescue scientist Molly Stanton.
And impossible to resist!
For Rosie, the heat in Ethan's eyes was enough to start a three-alarm blaze! As for Haley, being trapped amidst the rubble with Brett meant heightened tension—and heightened passion. And sheltering together from the storm, Molly needed Matt to make love to her. It was the only way for her to know she was still alive…and that she'd stay that way.
Men of Courage
Trapped!
Lori Foster
Buried!
Donna Kauffman
Stranded!
Jill Shalvis
CONTENTS
Trapped!
Lori Foster
Praise for USA TODAY bestselling author
Lori Foster
“Lori Foster delivers the goods.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Lori Foster is a master at creating likable characters and placing them in situations that tug at the heart and set your pulse racing.”
—Romance Reviews Today
Lori Foster first published in January of 1996 and since has sold over thirty books with six different houses, including categories, novellas, online books, special projects and most recently, single titles. Lori’s second book launched the Temptation Blaze miniseries and her twenty-fifth book launched the Temptation Heat series. Lori has brought a sensitivity and sensibility to erotic romances by combining family values and sizzling, yet tender, love. Though Lori enjoys writing, her first priority will always be her family. Her husband and three sons keep her on her toes.
CHAPTER ONE
ETHAN WINTERS jerked awake with a start. His heart slammed into his ribs, his head ached, his eyeballs felt gritty and his mouth tasted like sawdust. Still, despite all that, he realized several things at once.
Most noteworthy was the woman in his bed. Yep, that very shapely slim leg draped over his belly was definitely of the feminine variety, not to mention the small, delicate hand resting over his heart. Ethan looked at that hand, but with his eyes so fried, it didn’t look like any particular woman’s hand. Just a hand. A female hand.
Yeah, okay, so he was in bed with a woman. No big deal. He’d figure that one out soon enough. Since he wore no shoes and no shirt, only slacks that were unsnapped and unzipped—he knew that because he could feel her warm thigh on his skin—it stood to reason that the female was only half-dressed, too. That could mean several things, but likely only meant one thing.
So what? He was thirty years old, single, free to do as he damn well pleased, never mind that he didn’t remember what the hell had pleased him.
With the sun so bright through the window, he realized it had to be midmorning. A quick glance at the clock showed it to be eight-forty. What time had he gotten into bed?
The incessant pounding on his front door, now getting louder, had probably awakened him, not the soft woman clinging to him.
Groaning with the effort, Ethan raised his head off the pillow to look at her. All he could see was a luxurious tangle of