She's Having a Baby The Saints of San Diego Book 1 by Suzanne Jenkins Genre: Contemporary Romance
Devon Lyon has the perfect life. With childhood friend Mike Saint, they follow a long line of Saints into the fire academy, including Mike’s uncle who is the battalion chief. After graduation, Mike meets the love of his life, nursing student, Aisling Murphy. The last thing she has time for is marriage, so she talks Mike into living together. Then, right before fire season, she finally agrees to marry Mike, and the worst wildland fire in California history changes life for Devon and his best friends, the Saints.
“I’m a firefighter,” he said, laughing. “At least I’m trying to become one. What about you?”
“Take a guess,” she said. “We’re almost cliché.”
“Yes. That was too easy. Maybe I should reconsider.”
They both laughed. “I don’t know,” Mike said, giving her a sidelong glance as they walked along the surf. “I might regret asking you to come out here with me.”
“And why is that?”
She stopped to pick up something that had reflected the moonlight. Squatting down to get it, she turned to look up at him, handing him a small piece of metal.
“Because you’re even prettier in the moonlight,” he said, taking the object from her. “I’m determined not to let a pretty face keep me from my goals. Do guys really talk this way?”
“They do tonight,” she replied, grinning up at him. “Can you see what it is?”
“It’s a religious medal of some kind.”
They stared at it as he held it up. “It’s a saint. There are letters on it.” She spelled out the letters. “St. D-w-y-n-w-e-n.”
“Never heard of him,” Mike said. “And I’ve been a good Catholic all my life, too.”
“Is that right?” Aisling asked, laughing again.
“It’s true. You don’t believe me?”
“Oh, I believe you. It’s just that I’m a good Catholic too, so what am I doing on a dark beach with you in the middle of the night?”
“I don’t even know your name,” Mike said. “I’m so sorry.”
“Aisling Murphy,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Mike.”
She held out her hand and he took it, little charges of electricity and desire tickling his palm, and he bit his tongue to keep from giggling.
“So who is this Saint Dwynwen?”
Aisling looked up at him, her eyes glistening in the moonlight, taking Mike’s breath away. “She’s the saint of lovers,” Aisling whispered.
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When firefighter Tony Saint laid eyes on EMT Bridget Clark, it was love at first sight. Not for her so much, but almost.
She was the mother of an infant from a one-night stand, but he didn’t care, and that melted her reluctant heart. The Saints embraced her too, doing everything they were able to welcome her into the family.
Then a surprise would put their love to the test. When the unexpected happened, that love would carry them through any trial.
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Nerves didn’t hit until she left her apartment. It was still cool, the marine layer of fog heavy, as usual for an early summer morning. Commuting to the station was easy for her; her apartment complex was on the same main road, due east ten miles. Driving slowly due to the fog ticked off the drivers behind her, and by the time she arrived at the station, she was shaking. Pulling into the parking lot, she happened to glance over and saw the truck that had tailgated her for the last ten minutes right behind her.
The driver glared at her, but when she got out of her car and he saw her uniform, he was immediately contrite.
“Oh jeez, forgive me for that. How embarrassing.” He held out his hand to her, ashamed for being a jerk because one look at her and he was smitten. “Anthony Saint, but everyone calls me Tony.”
“I couldn’t see to drive,” she said, reluctantly taking his hand. “Bridget Clark. You scared me to death.”
“I’m so sorry. I can be a jerk when I’m late for work,” Tony replied, stammering. “I’m sure we must have met.”
It was a lesson about being kind on the road, especially when his heart started thumping.
“We did, but I was nine months pregnant,” she replied, laughing.
Later, she’d tell Caitlin that his face literally fell. “Oh, gotcha, now I remember,” he said. “You were…” He rolled his hands over his belly to indicate a beach ball.
“I was,” she answered, laughing. “Flynn is two months old.”
“What’s your husband do?” he asked, crestfallen.
“I’m not married,” she answered, and he brightened right up, and she could see he was trying to reel it in.
Biting her lip so she didn’t laugh in his face, she finally asked him, “And what does your wife do?”
“I’m not married either,” he said, a big grin on his face.
She melted, the possibilities zooming through her mind. He was interested. And then she came to her senses. His interest was the last thing she needed. “Well, now that we have that cleared up, I’d better get in there before I get fired.”
“After you,” he said, holding his hand out to lead the way. “Trust me, it will take a lot more than being late to get fired around here. We’re desperate.”
“Is that right? I promise not to take advantage of it.”
He looked at her with his head cocked to the side, taking in the view. The new EMT was gorgeous. One of the other guys would probably make a move. His own romantic life was so messed up, and a nice new girl with a pretty face might light a fire under him to do what he should have done a year ago to straighten out the mess.
“I’m going to raise the flag. Do you want to join me?”
“They call Tony the flag man here,” someone yelled from the garage.
“I like ceremony, so shoot me,” Tony fired back good-naturedly.
“I like ceremony, too,” she said, looking up into his eyes.
Standing with him out by the flagpole, Bridget happily watched Tony perform his maneuver, unfolding the flag and attaching it to the clips, but the joy was more about his muscles flexing under his T-shirt, his powerful arms grabbing the rope and hoisting the flag to the very top that got her attention.
“There we go,” he said.
“Do you take it down, too?”
“I do. My dad or my brothers take over when I’m not around.”
Once they were back inside the garage, Tony waved the battalion chief over.
“Our new EMT, correct? Charlie Saint,” he said, holding his hand out.
They were soon surrounded by firefighters, mostly men, but she did see a blond ponytail in the sea of faces, and it seemed like at least half of the last names were Saint.
They were all friendly and polite, but one guy did bring up the belly, encircling his own generous gut with his hands. “Weren’t you larger the last time you were here?”
The quizzical expression on his face amused Bridget, and she couldn’t help herself, bursting out laughing. “Yep, he’s two months old now.”
A chorus of, “Congratulations!” rang out.
“Do you want to see your office?” Charlie asked.
“Thanks, Chief Saint,” she answered, eager to leave the curious crowd behind.
“You don’t have to be formal. Charlie is good enough.”
When faced with the inventory of emergency supplies, she giggled nervously. “I guess I’d better reacquaint myself with everything.”
“Get settled first. Mike Saint and Devon Lyon are paramedics, and they’re both here today, so you won’t be alone if anything comes up.”
The words if anything comes up gave her a shot of adrenaline. She took her backpack and set it aside, not wanting to unpack her breast pump in front of the chief.
“Okay, thank you,” she said, wishing he’d walk away.
Once he was out of the room, she went to work, setting up her emergency bag with everything she’d need out in the field.
It wasn’t five minutes before a tone went off. Bridget went out into the garage, where the monitor from dispatch resided, and read the screen; it was an automatic alarm. The automated voice rang out over the speaker system.
“Engine 4, engine 12, wagon 2, ladder 17, squad 4, rescue 1: Respond to an automatic fire alarm, Pasqual Valley Parkway and Canyon Road.”
Seconds later, central dispatch called, “Cancel that call. It’s a first-floor smoke alarm that the homeowner set off cooking.”
The rest of the morning was quiet except for a small brush fire and a call regarding a serious multi-vehicle accident. Going with the team for the accident on her first run made the next hours fly by.
Once back at the station, she did her part helping to put the equipment away but was increasingly aware of a familiar sensation that meant she needed to use the breast pump. The lavatory, she discovered, was not a place she wanted to do the deed and, furthermore, was unisex. She’d have to pump in the supply office during lunch. She went to the chief’s office and tapped on the door.
“I’m going to have lunch in the office,” she said. “But I need to, um, use my breast pump, so I’ll lock the door.”
She later said she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as the color moved up his face, and it was apparent he was trying to avoid looking at her chest, so he looked at her forehead, then the floor, and finally out the window.
“Okay, good idea,” he said, scratching his face. “We should have a safe place for you to do…that.” He made a swirly motion with his hand over his chest, and she couldn’t help it, barking out a laugh.
“The supply office is fine as long as you don’t mind. I’ll let Mike and Devon know I’m still available.”
“Of course I don’t mind. You don’t need to tell them anything.” He nodded and looked away. “Take a lunch break.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Lowering her head, she quickly took off for the supply office with her bag, afraid she’d start laughing again.
Burning For the Nanny
The Saints of San Diego Book 3
Roberta and Big Mike Saint’s fourth son, Leonardo, or Leon, is a player. Following in the footsteps of his namesake grandfather, father, uncle and brothers he graduates from the fire academy and is hired at Station #34 where he begins his career as a firefighter.
But during his first week on the job, a surprise visitor, someone he barely remembers from a one-night stand, shows up on his parents’ doorstep with demands he’s not prepared to make, including the possibility that he could jeopardize his position at the firehouse.
Then Ava, a beautiful neighbor with a reputation comes to the rescue. Will Roberta and Big Mike’s animosity toward Ava be enough to discourage Leon from succumbing to her charms? Or will his need for her force him to grow up, once and for all?
USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Jenkins writes page-turning contemporary romance, mystery, and women's fiction with passionately gripping characters that stay with readers long after they turn the last page. The Detroit Detective Stories, beginning with The Greeks of Beaubien Street are truly American with a touch of fantasy. Pam of Babylon books consistently rank in the Top 100 Best Sellers in American Drama with over 500,000 downloads.
A retired operating room nurse, Jenkins lives in Southern California.