Wednesday Whisper ~ Fire Devil


Can their passion withstand the flames?

Carter Liaci gets the biggest shock of his life when he runs into the new arson investigator. Not only is it not a man, it’s a cute sexy blonde who he knows very well, his ex-wife. Understanding his mistake in letting her go, he wants her back in his life. But she’s hesitant, no doubt the flames are still there but the trust has gone. He’ll do what it takes to get it back.


Gina Moyer has come a long way since being just a wife. She’s found a way to stand on her own, make a difference. Even so, she knew the risks of running into her ex when she took this position, in this town. She wasn’t going to back down just because she would see him. But when she does, all those old feelings come back.

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Will her job put her in to great of risk he can’t save her? Will they lose out on ever having a second chance?

 The thick ash smooshed easily between her thumb and forefinger. Gina Moyer sniffed the residue as she made mental notes.

Consistency is smooth, almost a bit oily. Detect a hint of… What is that, patchouli?

She pushed up from her crouched position and sighed. “Definitely arson.” The ignition point was to her left, gasoline. But here in the middle of the room there’d been another accelerant. In fact, there were several spots throughout the open space.

“Figure that out on your own, Ms. Moyer, or was it the fact the papers mentioned witnesses saw a male figure setting the blaze?”

The voice sent shivers all through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying for both the strength to remain professional and to keep her hormones in check. Both were long shots but she sent up the request regardless. “Done playing with your hose, Liaci?” She pivoted slowly on her heeled boots. Her body had to be attached to electrodes when it came to this man.

Carter Liaci.

She brushed a blonde tendril back from her sweaty face. “Never mind. I forgot that play doesn’t take very long at all.” His gunmetal gray eyes hardened as he stared at her and she sensed a fight coming. She didn’t care right now, wasn’t the best time for her to travel this road. There was an arson to solve.

Carter strode over to her, pausing before he actually had any physical contact. More’s the pity. Or so her body claimed.

“Why are you here?”

“I have a job to do.”

He scoffed. “This area is off limits to lookie-loos and the general public. So what the fuck do you mean, your job? What position could you possibly have that requires you to be here at this time?”

His words hurt but Gina ignored it, she could drown her sorrows later. Now wasn’t the time to allow him insight into how painful it was to hear things like this from him. She raked her gaze over him, almost dismissively. “Last time I checked, Sergeant Liaci, the Arson Investigator is allowed to be here.”

“They are. Where’s Donavan?” He crossed powerful arms over his hard chest.

Her single-minded track wobbled as fresh memories of the experiences she had while in those arms surfaced. She exhaled and prayed for wisdom, patience, and whatever else she would need to keep her from ending up with an assault charge. “Retired.”

“When the hell did that happen?”

“Four months ago. Been living under a rock?”

His eyes swirled with an undefinable emotion. “Miss me?”

“As much as a boil on my ass.”

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