Author’s/Authors’ Note:
Originally, this book was part of the Flame On!!! anthology. Each story has the same jump-off (a few pages that set the scene), but all are stand-alone tales.
Premise:
Women of such diverse, varied interests should balance each other out, making a vacation a safe, fun experience. Yeah, not so much with these chicks. Deciding that Las Vegas is the perfect place to get their shop on, their eat on and their adventure on, the Posse heads out. No one knew quite what to expect, but burning down a chunk of the Strip's most exclusive resort wasn’t it. No one—not even their attorneys, pastors, and other off-kilter friends—could have foreseen that. While the Las Vegas Fire Department (LVFD) conducts their investigation of the blaze and the women who started it, the Posse is treated to tempting views of the gorgeous firefighters putting out the blaze. For these women, talking their way out of trouble is as easy as the yummy specimens of the LV Fire Department are hard. Someone yells “CHALLENGE!” and before you know it, these hot authors are creating fantasies inspired by the kinds of fires the hard-bodied firefighters could ignite in them.
This story has connections to the following stories:
Inferno by Shara Azod & Raelynn Blue
Slow Burn by Reid Randolph
Blazing Passions by Yazmin Taylor
How Do Firemen Make Love? by Dréa Riley & Laura Guevara
Hadoken! by Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh
The Jump-Off
This is what could really happen should various members of the Posse converge on one place at the same time.
What Happened Was…
“This was a damn good idea.” Yazmin sighed as she sank into the plush couch.
There were murmured sounds of agreement as seven of the eight assembled women relaxed from a round of marathon shopping. The annual Posse road trip just seemed to get better and better. This year they’d decided on renting a penthouse right on the Las Vegas Strip on the top floor, all amenities included. They’d even sprung for a full-time butler, who was at that very second unpacking most of the cargo they had acquired from the finest boutiques in Vegas.
It had been a productive day. Reid carefully inspected her new handbags, caressing the supple leather of a five-hundred dollar purse with reverence. Laura and Yazmin were rummaging through their many shopping bags with barely suppressed glee, while Jeanie and RaeLynn were discussing what should be on tap for the evening. Shara and Jayha were in deep discussions over the usual—world domination—when Reid suddenly exclaimed, “What the hell is Dréa doing?”
Seven pairs of eyes swung around just in time to witness something on the wall pop and glass spraying outward as Dréa jumped back, and then a glob of a flaming bluish-gray substance fell to the floor.
“Oh crap!” Dréa attempted to stomp out the flame, only to set her stiletto-heeled boots on fire. “OH CRAP!!!”
Yazmin was the first on the scene, yanking the boot down along with Dréa, who was now hopping on one foot, yowling about her favorite boots. The rest of the women sprang into action, running for bottled water to throw on the growing flames.
“Forget the water!” Shara yelled, watching the spot in the formerly immaculate carpet char. “She set the thermostat on fire. That is mercury; you aren’t going to put that out.”
The seven other women froze, looking at the diminutive despot as if she had lost her mind.
“Uh, explain this to us slowly and in simple words,” Jayha, Fearless Leader and Mistress of the Universe quipped, her hand still on the cap of the water bottle she held at the ready.
“Mercury is incredibly difficult to put out,” Shara mused, tilting her head to watch the flames burn clear through the carpet to the bare floor underneath. “And it’s toxic.”
It took about sixty full seconds before the Posse were out the door and running full tilt down the stairwell—well,
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