Willowbrook Ridge Fire Rescue Series by Julia Stone

I don’t have time for distractions. As a paramedic, my job is about staying focused, staying sharp, and keeping people alive. So when I’m asked to train rookies alongside the fire department, I’m ready to keep things professional.Then I find out who’s running the drills.Lieutenant Walker Hale.Grumpy, brooding, all sharp edges, and few words. I’ve seen him in action—commanding, steady, impossible to ignore—but up close? He’s even more intense.I tell myself it’s just the training... moreI don’t have time for distractions. As a paramedic, my job is about staying focused, staying sharp, and keeping people alive. So when I’m asked to train rookies alongside the fire department, I’m ready to keep things professional.Then I find out who’s running the drills.Lieutenant Walker Hale.Grumpy, brooding, all sharp edges, and few words. I’ve seen him in action—commanding, steady, impossible to ignore—but up close? He’s even more intense.I tell myself it’s just the training. The way he watches me with those furrowed brows...Tired of watching him from afar, I shoot my shot by giving him my number.One offer is all it takes to realize that I might’ve just started a fire neither of us knows how to put out.I don’t do small talk.I fight fires, I train my team, and I don’t waste time on things that don’t matter. But Violet Carter? She matters.I’ve watched her work—sharp, fearless, too damn serious for a woman who should have men falling at her feet. I want to talk to her, but I don’t know how. So when she’s assigned to run drills with my team, I take my shot.Funny enough, she doesn’t mind my awkward attempts at conversation.Even better, she meets me halfway.When I finally get her alone, I won’t need words to show her exactly what I want. less

I built a life in the city—selling high-rise condos, and wearing designer heels, all while making deals closed over cocktails. None of that matters when Dad gets sick. Suddenly, I’m back in Willowbrook Ridge, drowning in responsibility, trading power suits for exhaustion and small-town stares.Then there’s Wyatt Lawson.My high school best friend. The boy I once promised to marry if we were both single at thirty. Well, I’m twenty-nine, and he’s no boy anymore... moreI built a life in the city—selling high-rise condos, and wearing designer heels, all while making deals closed over cocktails. None of that matters when Dad gets sick. Suddenly, I’m back in Willowbrook Ridge, drowning in responsibility, trading power suits for exhaustion and small-town stares.Then there’s Wyatt Lawson.My high school best friend. The boy I once promised to marry if we were both single at thirty. Well, I’m twenty-nine, and he’s no boy anymore.He’s a firefighter now—bigger, broader, rougher in all the ways that make my breath hitch. When I start to crack under the pressure, it’s his hands catching me, his voice steadying me, being the support I need.I tell myself he’s just helping. Just being the Wyatt I used to know.But when he looks at me like he wants to devour me whole?It makes me wonder if that promise we made is still on the table.I’ve battled flames that burn less than the way I want her.Olivia Harper was my best friend, my almost, my never-had-the-guts-to-take. After all those years, now she’s back—stressed, exhausted, and needing someone to take care of her.That’s where I come in.She needs help with her father? Fine. An escape from the weight on her shoulders? I’ll be that, too. But the way she looks at me now—like she wants me as much as I want her—it’s only a matter of time before she stops running and lets herself accept the flame that crackles between us.She still thinks she’s leaving once she’s no longer needed.But I know better.She’s not just my past—she’s my future. And this time, I’m not letting her slip away. less

I’ve never been the guy people take seriously. The rookie. The goofball. The one who’s always laughing, never looking to settle down. But the second I pull Daisy from the flames, everything changes.She’s shaken, heartbroken—her flower shop reduced to ash. And I’ll be damned if I let her go through this alone.She thinks she’s lost everything. I’m about to show her she’s wrong.My flower shop was my dream, my future—until an electrical fire turned it all to smoke and rubble... moreI’ve never been the guy people take seriously. The rookie. The goofball. The one who’s always laughing, never looking to settle down. But the second I pull Daisy from the flames, everything changes.She’s shaken, heartbroken—her flower shop reduced to ash. And I’ll be damned if I let her go through this alone.She thinks she’s lost everything. I’m about to show her she’s wrong.My flower shop was my dream, my future—until an electrical fire turned it all to smoke and rubble. Trapped inside, I thought it was the end. Then Max was there. Carrying me out. Holding me close.Now, he won’t leave my side. He’s reckless, playful, nothing like the man I ever imagined falling for. But when I look at him, I don’t see the rookie firefighter everyone underestimates.I see the man who might just save me in more ways than one. less

I’ve always dreamed of a love story—the kind where the hero sweeps the girl off her feet, where love is soft, sweet, and filled with grand gestures. But Barrett? He’s nothing like the men in my daydreams.Older. Gruff. A firefighter who rushes into danger without a second thought. When he stops by Willow Perk, he barely speaks, barely lingers. But sometimes, I catch him watching me—like he wants to devour me in one bite.He looks untouchable, out of my league... moreI’ve always dreamed of a love story—the kind where the hero sweeps the girl off her feet, where love is soft, sweet, and filled with grand gestures. But Barrett? He’s nothing like the men in my daydreams.Older. Gruff. A firefighter who rushes into danger without a second thought. When he stops by Willow Perk, he barely speaks, barely lingers. But sometimes, I catch him watching me—like he wants to devour me in one bite.He looks untouchable, out of my league. Every time our eyes meet, I can’t help but wonder—what if I’m wrong?I live for the rush—flipping on the sirens, weaving through traffic, getting my crew to a fire in record time. Being an engineer is about control, precision, and speed. There’s no room for distractions. But the girl at Willow Perk? She’s becoming one.Michelle is too young, too sweet, too damn tempting. She keeps slipping extra pastries with my coffee like she thinks sugar is the way to win me over. But I don’t want her kindness. I don’t want her sweets.I just want her. And once I get a taste? There’s no turning back. less