DIANNE
JENSEN
'It was the ending I hoped for!'
'Loved it.'
'Most gratifying on all counts.’
PLAYING WITH FIRE
Local hero NY firefighter Ricky Sharp returns to Temple Mountain to find the child his former partner gave up for adoption. On special leave after a traumatic incident, Ricky also is battling to get his head straight so he can return to the job he loves.
Ricky picks up a job with the town council and is soon in pursuit of an increasingly dangerous firebug.
Sparks fly between Ricky and Jodi Ruskin, Acting Editor of the local newspaper when they join forces to find the culprit. Evidence mounts against the twin foster sons of the local ministers. Jodi believes the boys are innocent. Ricky’s not so sure.
Ricky is also quietly pursuing his own agenda, seeking the child he never knew existed.
Family duty has kept Jodi in Temple Mountain, and she has worked hard to carve out a career and a life.
The arsonist is the biggest story in town, and working with her old teenage flame Ricky certainly has its benefits. But Jodi can’t help wondering why Ricky has really come home.
Neither Ricky nor Jodi expected to find love.
Can their new romance survive a town full of secrets and some not-so-minor misunderstandings?
‘Your prologue reeled me in … Really liked this story and your characters. Hope to see this novel published someday so I can find out what happens to Ricky and Jodi.’
~ Judge, The Emily Contest
‘For the past week, there have been several late nights when I "burned the
midnight oil", unable to resist the lure of "just one more chapter...."'
~ Anne Kathleen McLaughlin, Ontario
‘I really enjoyed your story and thought it moved along at a very satisfying pace, with a great drip-feed of new clues. It was the ending I hoped for! Most gratifying on all counts.’
~ L.H. Brisbane
‘Loved it. The genre is so emotionally and physically immediate.’
~ S.JG. Brisbane
Sneak peek
Jodi knew that her cheeks were pink.
Was this some harmless flirtation? Casual s**, friends with benefits? The way people acted in the big city?
Her usually reliable bullshit-radar didn’t seem to be working as far as Ricky Sharp was concerned.
“My question was simply an invitation for a key figure in an important and unfolding local story to provide a long-overdue update to media,” she said lamely.
“Dear me,” he said mildly. “Glad we cleared up that little misunderstanding.” He opened his door. “And here was me thinking that you were exercising your prerogative as an independent woman to suggest that a romantic gesture would be welcomed.”