TITLE: FIRE IN THE SOUL
GENRE: WOMEN'S FICTION
Ella is the MC. She is a divorced mother trying to get her messed up life straightened out. She is not bitter, but she no longer trusts herself or men. Ella had a mishap regarding a pizza box, an oven and a fire where she first met our hero, Captain Jack Piper of the local fire department. She was intantly attracted to him, but mortified by getting caught directly out of the shower, and simply doesn't trust him. She lied to him about her name, thinking she would never see him again. Now, she runs into him at a bar during her best friend, Avery's, bachelorette party. Avery is trying to complete a checklist of naughty things, as well as "sell" the lifesavers on her t-shirt (men pay $5 to "remove" a lifesaver), and collect condoms for her hat. Jack knows Ella gave him a fake name, and he wants to mess with her.
Avery grinned at Jack, who returned the smile. Jack gently turned her head and tipped her chin up slightly to bare the base of her neck. He bent down and chose his lifesaver, removing it slowly. Avery let out a small moan.
“Wow. That was amazing,” Avery said as she swayed a little.
“Now, who is your friend?” Jack asked.
“This is Ella. Ella, this is...what's your name?” Avery said as she handed him her checklist.
“My name is Jack. Jack Piper. You look very familiar, Ella. I feel as though we've met before,” Jack said to me as he signed Avery's list and handed it back to her. He was going to make me suffer.
“I d..don't think so,” I stuttered.
“I'm a firefighter. Have you recently had an incident needing our services?”
“Sure you did. Wait...oh my God! Ella! Is this the guy?” Avery shouted.
Jack beamed. Now he knew I had told my friend about him. The ultimate male ego boost.
“Wait till I tell Claire!” Avery screamed as she ran back to our table.
“Thanks a lot,” I said trying to sound cold. It was next to impossible, especially considering I was really starting to feel all warm and fuzzy.
“Well, you can't be her, because her name is Susan. Susan Jefferies, I believe. In fact, I'm certain I just received an email from Susan. So she can't be you, but you look exactly like her, except with dry hair, make-up and clothes on instead of a robe.”