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Fireman Dodge
Copyright 2011 by Penelope Rivers
ISBN: 978-1-61829-008-3
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Published by New Line Press
Cover by Fantasia Frog Designs
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Fireman Dodge
By Penelope Rivers
As a firefighter, having a name like Dodge can earn you a lot of
heckling. Of course, there are some things that won’t change, so he
had learned to live with his friends’ jokes along with many other life-
related problems—for example, the constant swooning of women that
passed him by. He was a firefighter, and yes, he did have a six-pack,
toned arms, and quads of steel. Little did these swooning women
know that he was also attracted to men.
That was why, on his Friday off, he was at a gay bar when a fire
started. It was twelve o’clock at night and the evening was a toasty
eighty degrees. He had been sipping his favorite drink, Tequila on the
rocks, when a man’s flaming drink managed to light some of the
sparkly, sequined hangings on fire. Dodge had seen it a million times
before. Flaming drinks equaled a catastrophe in one way or another.
Though the bar had been packed to the gills with people squished
together and gyrating, the moment that the fire started to spread panic
ensued. Somebody screamed, a man with the highest voice that
Dodge had ever heard, and people started to rush and knock into
things, leaping from the bar as fast as they could. Unfortunately, most
frightened victims were more than willing to trample others in the
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escape process, which meant that more people were hurt by the
pandemonium than by the flames themselves.
Dodge leapt up onto the black granite bar and started yelling to the
panicking crowd that was heading towards whatever exit possible:
“STAY CALM, PEOPLE! THERE ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH
EXITS FOR EVERYONE! WAIT YOUR TURN!”
His words had as much of an effect on the crowd as a water gun had
against a lion.
The fire began to spread more quickly now, filling the bar with dark
smoke and the scent that Dodge knew too well. The bartender had
already scrammed for his life, and thankfully, most of the people were
finding their way to safety with minimal trampling and injuries,
though one woman had knocked over an uncorked bottle of strong
alcohol and had managed to make the fire even stronger.
Coughing and thinking that everything was fine, Dodge went to
escape the fiery inferno himself when he saw something horrifying: A
sexy blonde in a business suit was trying to escape from the
bathroom, but he was blocked by a solid wall of flame that had been
started by a trailing glass of alcohol.
In the dancing firelight, the blonde looked like a lusty inferno, but
there was panic in his sparkling green eyes. The dark smoke was
already beginning to fill up the area, choking the blonde, and Dodge
knew that he must do what he was trained to: rescue people.
With one fowl swoop of his well-toned body, he jumped up off of the
bar and propelled himself forward into the now flaming dance floor.
He leapt over the wall of flame, ignoring the fact that his hand had
gotten seared in the process, and looked at the beautiful blonde who
was glistening with sweat. Dodge tried to get the blonde to move, but
he wouldn’t.
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Dodge glanced in terror at the 6’5 man that he was trying to save and
sized himself up. Though he was muscular, he was only 6’0 and
would have a great deal of trouble getting the man to go into the
flame. Still, regardless of that, Dodge lunged forward and let out a
war enraged cry, grasping the blonde underneath the small of his back
and knocking his feet out from underneath him. Once again, his body
straining as he did so, Dodge lunged forward through the flames with
sweat licking his used-to-be-best clothes.
Suddenly, the blonde let out a loud yelp as his own shirt and jacket
caught on fire, and Dodge hissed underneath his breath, coughing and
thinking,
He sure is a looker, but in a fire he’s about as useful as a
wooden plank soaked with alcohol.
Dodge lunged forward, yanking
off the man’s clothing, revealing a sweaty, thin, limber body
underneath.
Dodge pulled off his black shirt as well, coughing and panting, as he
said, “Press this over your face and breathe into it.”
Nodding numbly, the blonde pressed Dodge’s black shirt to his face.
Coughing worse than ever and fearing smoke inhalation, Dodge
finally found the glistening exit sign even with his burning, agonized
eyes. They burst through the door and into the fresh air just as
glistening red lights came around the corner, and Dodge exhaled a
sigh of relief and of pain.
After Dodge had finally recovered, he turned towards the tall blonde
that was shirtless from the waist up and was glistening with sweat. He
looked down at himself, realizing that he must have looked the same,
and swore loudly. Still, this was no time for his vanity.
“Are you okay?” Dodge panted. “You look a little shell-shocked.”

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