Firefighter Quotes

“Brodie found herself frowning in confusion, the rugged handsome one was making no sense. “But I just want to have sex with you… no commitment, no sharing. If anything, I would prefer it if you didn’t talk at all, before, during, or after the act.”
― Jane Cousins, To Vex A Valkyrie

“I know what it’s like to be different. I’m a Native American in a white world.”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. “You’re crying?
I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He reached his hand out and I grasped it tightly.”
― Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad

“I’ll see you later,” I murmured.
“Yeah.” Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights.
“Love you.”
“Love you more,” he murmured.”
― Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad

“Wyatt Fox. It suited him. Clean, masculine, not a syllable wasted. Like James Bond, if 007 included cowboy-marine-firefighter in his stable of personae.
Fox.

Wyatt Fox. License to thrill—and send your panties plummeting.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Snuggle up with a hot fireman! Meet Tanner West.

Sharon looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Eyes like dark chocolate, deep and warm, stared out at her from a face that looked like it could have been chiseled in stone. Skin the color of burnished copper, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, and a cleft chin. How the hell had she failed to notice him before? Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her gaze down the rest of his body. He was tall, well over six feet, she would guess, with broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His thighs, encased in worn denim, fit like a second skin against legs the size of tree trunks, and oh my, what lay between those thighs… Her attention snapped back to his face and she could feel the heat of a blush suffuse her skin.”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“What would it be like to be caught in the emotional crosshairs of a man like Luke Almeida? To belong to him, body and soul? The prospect warmed her some. Scared her more. With Luke, she suspected there would be no half measures.”
― Kate Meader, Flirting with Fire

“Great…” He sighed. “Where’s the boy? And you shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. “I heard Chief’s alert.”
“Safe, outside—where do you think I’d go?” I smiled. It was just like Lockland to be selfless and think of the boy’s welfare instead of his own. I shook my head, knowing Lock would expect me to respect his wishes, to keep myself safe, but his safety meant more to me than my own well-being.
“Remember, it’s you and me until the end,” I murmured, choking. I never thought words could be so hard to speak. “You made that promise. I’m keeping it.”
― Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad

“Mmm, carry me.”
I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. “I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men.”
“Slacker.” He grinned, shoving me.”
― Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad

“You know, we can still put that suit to use, though.” I glanced toward the truck and Lock’s face lit up as I closed the distance between us.
“What happened to needing a shower?”
“Showers are overrated,” I whispered, holding his gaze through the visor. “Plus,” I turned my head to look down the hall, “Jay is down there now.”
“That’d be right. Let me just hang up my hat.” He was pulling away when I caught his wrist.
“Nuh-uh. Keep the helmet. I want to be with my firefighter.”
― Shaye Evans, Seduction Squad

“She stood almost a foot shorter than him, but that had never been a problem, given most of their conversations had been horizontal. The years had filled out her curves, and she wore those few extra pounds of plush well, especially below the flare of her hips. The ass that dethroned JLo, or some shit. Her shapely figure had its own press corps.

A woman like this was built to be bedded, and often.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“I love a man in uniform. And he's got a big hose. I'm getting hot just looking at it."
"I can hear you," Sam called out. "This is an office. Please keep the discussion to a PG level."
"How about you keep your dirty R-rated thoughts to yourself," Daisy retorted. "We're looking at a picture of a firefighter holding a hose on the street to cool people off on a hot summer day. In my innocence, I can't even imagine what you were thinking."
"I thought you were using a metaphor," Sam said. "But clearly I shouldn't assume..."
Layla glanced down at the picture. The firefighter was bare chested save for the suspenders holding up his fireman pants, which were unzipped in a way that suggested he wasn't on his way to a fire. "That's... some hose."
"I can still hear you."
"He's jealous," Daisy whispered. "He wishes he could have a big hose that makes women wet.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“Every Hero Becomes a Bore at last." Ralph Waldo Emerson”
― Tim O. Casey

“Boy oh boy, this man is trouble. He was slowly tearing down the wall she’d built around her heart, brick by brick. Could any man be this perfect? He must have some faults. Maybe he is a chauvinist pig…no, doesn’t seem like it. He is kind to animals and children, he is a fireman, he looks like sex on a stick. What could be wrong with him? Maybe he snores. Oh, wouldn’t I like to find out?”
― Tamara Hoffa

“She was everything he loved about a woman wrapped up in a cute little package. Golden blonde hair was secured to the top of her head in a ponytail, he bet it would reach her waist when it was loose. Her body was curvy in all the right places, her breasts more than filled out the T-shirt she was wearing and those hips, dang he could just imagine holding onto them while she rode him, instead of Big Red.”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“I’m not leaving him, Sam! And I’m not waiting for the others to help.”
― Shaye Evans

“Here is the recipe to blow something up: a Pyrex bowl; potassium chloride—found at health food stores, as a salt substitute. A hydrometer. Bleach. Take the bleach and pour it into the Pyrex, put it onto a stove burner. Meanwhile, weigh out your potassium chloride and add to the bleach. Check it with the hydrometer and boil until you get a reading of 1.3. Cool to room temperature, and filter out the crystals that form. This is what you will save.

[...]

You need 56 grams of these reserved crystals. Mix with distilled water. Heat to a boil and cool again, saving the crystals, pure potassium chlorate. Grind these to the consistency of face powder, and heat gently to dry. Melt five parts Vaseline with five parts wax. Dissolve in gasoline and pour this liquid onto 90 parts potassium chlorate crystals in a plastic bowl. Knead. Allow the gasoline to evaporate.

Mold into a cube and dip in wax to make it waterproof. This explosive requires a blasting cap of at least a grade A3.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

“That voice. It couldn’t be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.

Bearded!”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“I would have unleashed my secret weapon.” She leaned in and whispered, “Operation Feel the Beard.”

“That’s your secret weapon?” He felt his beard every day, and he could say with 100 percent certainty that it was fairly low on his list of ways into his good graces. “I think you’re overestimating the beard, Hollywood. Now if you were to feel another part of—”

She felt his beard. Sweet effen Christmas.”
― Kate Meader, Sparking the Fire

“Here's a fact for you to ponder. This town can go weeks without a fucking fire. Weeks without even a malfunctioning smoke detector! And then suddenly? Thanksgiving rolls around, and my tiny, black heart starts to beat double-time with pure fear. Do you know why that is Joe?
...Because it means Christmas is coming. Christmas, as in the time of year when people purposefully bring highly flammable decaying shrubbery inside their homes, festoon it with electrical wires, place brightly wrapped kindling underneath it, and say "It's so fucking magical.”
― May Archer, The Night

“Sharon looked at Aaron and smiled. She’d made the right decision, hadn’t she? Would she come to regret this decision too? She’d made so many mistakes in the past. Was this another one? No, self-doubt isn’t an option. Everything is going to work out here. It has to.”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn’t going to go down that road.”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God’s gift to her, and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“The hand at her back stroked up and down. Never straying too far south, but igniting a fire inside her that she wanted this fireman to stoke instead of extinguish”
― Tamara Hoffa, A Special Kind of Love

“Sean swung around and crossed the hall in one long stride. He pushed open the door and they moved into her bedroom, lit only by the warm glow of her bedside lamp. The next thing Evie knew, she was flat on her back on her king-size bed with a fierce-eyed warrior braced over her. "Your're not wearing any underwear, are you?"

She giggled. "There's only one way to find out for sure."

"Don't have to ask me twice." He pushed the hem of her dress up her thighs. Instant heat rushed to her sex. It was those damn hands of his, their size and power and gentleness. They made her melt just by landing on her body.”
― Jennifer Bernard, Set the Night on Fire

“Listen, buddy, I just saw a wall blow up, a man whom I was kissing sprouted fangs and jumped out a window, and now two men, if they even are men, are after me. So cut the crap. Who are you? No, what are you? Why are they trying to kill you? And what the hell is going on!”
― Lisa Carlisle, Smolder

“You can use a rope to get somebody out of a pit toilet. Or to make it necessary for somebody to put your body into a grave.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Ben Casper is an experienced firefighter who spent 20 years in this highly challenging career. He first worked in voluntary roles before landing a full-time paid position in Virginia. Steve Benedict Casper is proud of his lengthy career in this highly rewarding sector and considers it to be one of his best choices.”
― Ben Casper

“Because when everyone else is panicking, when the entire whole world is freaking out -- that's when I get calm.”
― Katherine Center, Things You Save in a Fire