Emma Brewster: Too Hot to Handle by Mary Moriarty
Emma Brewster comes from a long line of Brewster witches and she is not only a witch but a fire-starter witch. She is supposed to be able to control that element but so far she can’t control much of anything when she comes in contact with a handsome man.
Now why is she always bumping into that new, handsome man who just so happens to be a Fire Fighter. She has taken to wearing colored contacts and sunglasses, even on cloudy days so her eyes don’t see him that clearly… but he always seems to be around. Boy is he hot… and oh drats there goes another fire cropping up!
Cas O’Halloran came to this supposed sleepy town to get away from the big city life, except once he bumped into that beautiful redheaded woman on that rainy morning at the bagel shop, his life has been anything but normal or low keyed. His Chief said there have been more unexplained little fires since his arrival than anytime in the history of Cadwell Harbor.
This once sleepy, picturesque town is constantly on fire’. So Cas wants to find out why, but he also wants to find out why of all women he is attracted to this red-head who wears sunglasses on rainy, cloudy days and if that’s not bad enough, he feels electrified and alive when he touches her.
Cadwell Harbor will never see a quiet Halloween again if Emma Brewster and Cas O’Halloran have anything to do with it. Nor will it be left standing if those two don’t settle down… one way or another.
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About the Author
I grew up in New England surrounded by a lot of history and story telling by my father who was from the Mid-Coast of Maine. What I remember of my mother was her love of fairy tales, the wee people and poetry. So it’s no wonder I would one day write.
When I am not writing, I read. Of course I love Romance but can’t read the same genre that I write so I read mysteries, memoirs and history… I love history, especially Medieval and WWII.
I don’t generally watch TV but I love Downton Abbey.
My favorite authors… Mmmm, well let me see. Jane Austen, the late Elizabeth Peters, LM Montgomery, Loretta Chase, J.R.Ward , Sharon Kay Penman and Pamela Kaufman to name a few that come to mind.
What do I do when I am not writing? I am a mother of seven, four still at home. I have a home filled with pets, four dogs and six cats. I write seven days a week.
Cas O’ Halloran had a few spare minutes and since the Fire department was next to a great bagel shop he locked the door to the office and went out the back door to get some fresh coffee and a bagel.
It was pouring. Yesterday had been one of those beautiful autumn days and that was why he was so glad he moved to Maine. He didn’t get a chance to see sky like that down in the city. There not so much, here beautiful.
He stood in line and ordered his bagel and then grabbed a cup of coffee with extra cream. He paid for everything, grabbed his bagged bagel and headed towards the door.
As he pushed open the door he bumped into a red head who was hell bent on getting in out of the rain. She looked up for a fraction of a second and that’s all it took. He saw her beautiful green eyes and for some strange reason for someone who apparently didn’t like to get wet she had no raincoat on. All she had on was a dark green corset to match her eyes. Under that was a white peasant blouse and popping out were the most beautiful breast, creamy in color with rain drops on them and one making its way down her cleavage. She had on skinny jeans and the jeans fit her like a glove.
“Excuse me but when you think you are finished ogling me would you mind terribly getting out of my way so I don’t melt out here…”
Cas was dumbfounded. Did she say she would melt? He stepped to the side and let her pass. He thought he heard a cat hiss but he didn’t see any around.
Emma walked past the gorgeous man who she realized was the new Fire Fighter that the town hired. She had seen the article in the paper about needing another full time man. He was one handsome man. She looked down at the floor and realized her familiar, Midnight was beside her. But since he was also a changeling he had made himself invisible. “Midnight!” she hissed. He looked up at her with one of his bored looks and flicked his tale at her and went to the back.
Emma looked up at the girl behind the counter who was looking at her with a funny look. “Sorry…” Emma walked up and trying to still her machine gun beating heart, so she could place her order. She felt her body all twitchy like and then her fingers started to feel like sparklers on the Forth or July. She stuffed her hands in her pocket and waited for her order. Better to quiet the sparks then to let people see her hands lighting up and going off like a Roman Candle.
“Miss your order comes to $9.45.”
Emma sent a silent prayer to the Goddess and pulled her hands out. Good no sparks.
She doled out the money and grabbed her bag, muttering her thanks. Hoping Midnight would follow her home. She lived only a few blocks but since it was raining she had driven her custom painted, orange Fiat down so as to not get too wet. Well that is until that hunky Fire fighter was ogling her and she was getting soaked while rain poured down .
Running into her house she smelt the aroma of bread dough rising. She had a few more bowls out, all with other ingredients for other things she had to bake today for different B&Bs who didn’t bake for themselves.
She set her bag down and heard the cat flap open and Midnight changed as he walked across the floor.
“You are really bad, you know that Midnight, don’t you?”
Midnight jumped up on the counter and Emma hissed at him.
“I don’t know why people hiss at cats… It doesn’t really scare us. Least of all, you Emma.”
Emma had to smile. She was really a softy when it came to Midnight. She had found him as a kitten and he had told her, he was a reincarnation of her family’s cat, Macbeth.
“You know, don’t you that you were sending sparks?”
Emma nodded as she poured some tea and then walked to the kitchen table and sat down with her little breakfast. “ I know. I had to stuff my hands in my pockets to put them out.”
“It’s a wonder you didn’t burn those tight jeans of yours.”
Emma chewed her bagel and drank her tea. “Why me? Why can’t I just be an ordinary witch, or not a witch at all?”
“You were the only child of your mother. It’s a great power, you just need to harness it.”
Emma chewed the remainder of her bagel and remembered what she had read about Eliza Brewster. Maybe if she could find her true love. The one who wouldn’t care she was a witch, or a fire starter.