Irish Fire

Allie



I was rejected by everyone who was ever supposed to love me and saved by a wolf in sheep's clothing--that is, until he shed his skin and revealed the true monster within. There is a raging fire not only within me but in this house. A boy shouldn't have had to save me. As his mom, that was supposed to be my job. Happy-ever-afters were a joke we were told as children in the form of stories. When I met him, I knew it was too good to be true. He deserves better than a shell of a woman. Besides, the monster has a hold on me, and he isn't letting go.



Chase



Bachelorhood was the life for me. I sometimes couldn't help but wonder, though, if there was more to life for me. Maybe even someone. I had it all going for me. I even had the job I'd dreamed of since I was a little boy. When I saw those blue-green eyes, I stopped dead in my tracks. The air left my body, and I didn't know how to function anymore. I knew the second I heard her laugh that she would be the only one for me. Mine, I felt instantly. But her light was dimmed by something or someone, and I needed to know what was putting out her fire. I ate, breathed, and lived fire. I knew hers would bring me to my knees. Now I just needed to convince her I could save her. Bring her fire back. Make her see I would burn the world for her.