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- Herausgeber: Velvet Ink Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When fire chief Lucas Hayes asks a local florist to help decorate a town fundraiser, neither expects the request to change anything beyond centerpieces. Lucas has battled flames for years, but nothing readies him for Tessa Moore steady, solitary, and carrying the weight of her own losses.
Tessa has kept her life quiet inside Bloom & Vine, her world shaped by flowers and routine. Love has stayed tucked away, like the old notes her mother once left between book pages. But when Lucas steps into her shop with his young daughter and a look that speaks of weariness, her careful order begins to shift.
Late-night design sessions turn into something harder to ignore. A custody fight looms. And when fire strikes closer than expected, both must decide what it really means to trust, to rebuild, and to stay even when leaving might be easier.
Can two lives marked by loss find a future rooted in home?
***
Like every story in Hearts in Uniform, theirs proves that courage isn’t only found on duty it’s found in opening the heart.
In every town, there are quiet heroes people who rise early, stay late, and give more than they take. Hearts in Uniform is a clean romance series honoring those who serve with strength, compassion, and quiet courage on duty and at home.
From firefighters facing flames to school counselors guiding children, each story highlights everyday champions who make their communities safer and kinder. These are not tales of perfection but of resilience, humor, and the risk it takes to open a guarded heart.
Set in small towns and close-knit neighborhoods, each standalone romance introduces a new hero and heroine brought together in unexpected ways. Saving lives, delivering letters, tending strays, restoring trust love often arrives in the middle of service and sacrifice.
Hearts in Uniform offers slow-burn connection, witty banter, and clean, swoon-worthy endings. One brave love story at a time.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Fire Season
A Fire Chief, a Florist, and the Blaze That Wasn't on the Map
Hearts in Uniform
Sophie Claire Whitmore
Copyright © 2025 by Sophie Claire Whitmore
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Fire Season
Description
Chapter 1: An Urgent Ask
Chapter 2: Two Sparks Meet
Chapter 3: Past Scars, Present Tension
Chapter 4: Whispers in the Dark
Chapter 5: The Flame Within
Chapter 6: Everything Changes Overnight
Chapter 7: With Ash Comes Clarity
Chapter 8: Custody Countdown
Chapter 9: Home Isn’t a Place
Chapter 10: Rebuilding Something New
Chapter 11: The Fire We Keep
Epilogue: One Year Later
Fire Season
Description
When fire chief Lucas Hayes asks a local florist to help decorate a town fundraiser, neither expects the request to change anything beyond centerpieces. Lucas has battled flames for years, but nothing readies him for Tessa Moore steady, solitary, and carrying the weight of her own losses.
Tessa has kept her life quiet inside Bloom & Vine, her world shaped by flowers and routine. Love has stayed tucked away, like the old notes her mother once left between book pages. But when Lucas steps into her shop with his young daughter and a look that speaks of weariness, her careful order begins to shift.
Late-night design sessions turn into something harder to ignore. A custody fight looms. And when fire strikes closer than expected, both must decide what it really means to trust, to rebuild, and to stay even when leaving might be easier.
Can two lives marked by loss find a future rooted in home?
***
Like every story in Hearts in Uniform, theirs proves that courage isn’t only found on duty it’s found in opening the heart.
In every town, there are quiet heroes people who rise early, stay late, and give more than they take. Hearts in Uniform is a clean romance series honoring those who serve with strength, compassion, and quiet courage on duty and at home.
From firefighters facing flames to school counselors guiding children, each story highlights everyday champions who make their communities safer and kinder. These are not tales of perfection but of resilience, humor, and the risk it takes to open a guarded heart.
Set in small towns and close-knit neighborhoods, each standalone romance introduces a new hero and heroine brought together in unexpected ways. Saving lives, delivering letters, tending strays, restoring trust love often arrives in the middle of service and sacrifice.
Hearts in Uniform offers slow-burn connection, witty banter, and clean, swoon-worthy endings. One brave love story at a time.
Chapter 1: An Urgent Ask
Tessa
I was elbow-deep in eucalyptus stems when the bell above the shop door rang twice, sharp and impatient. Most people meander into Bloom & Vine like they’re stepping into a slow Sunday morning, letting the scent of roses and lavender lull them into forgetting what they came for. But not this one.
I kept my eyes down, stripping the last few leaves before trimming the stems into a neat bundle. The clock read 5:47. We closed at six. My hands were already aching from prepping centerpieces for the Harper wedding, and I hadn’t even touched the bridal bouquet.
“Be right with you,” I called over my shoulder, brushing damp petals from my apron as I turned. “If you're looking for anything last ”
I stopped.
The man standing in front of the counter didn’t fit. Not the way customers usually did. He looked like someone who belonged outside, in the middle of an emergency. He had soot on his sleeve, a radio clipped to his belt, and a face that hadn’t smiled in a while.
“Chief Hayes?” I asked before I could stop myself.
His eyes flicked up, surprised. “You know who I am?”
“Hard to miss the town’s fire chief. Plus, you ran the safety drills at the elementary school last fall. My niece still talks about how you let them climb on the engine.”
His mouth twitched at the corners. Not quite a smile, but not as stern as before. “Right. You’re Tessa Moore.”
I nodded, wiping my hands on a towel and motioning toward the stools near the front counter. “What brings you here, Chief? Something on fire?”
“No,” he said, voice dry. “Not yet.”
He didn’t sit. Just stood there, shifting his weight like he wasn’t sure if he should stay.
“I need your help with something... unusual,” he said.
I folded my arms, more curious than wary. “That’s vague enough to be interesting.”
He hesitated, then pulled a folded flyer from his pocket. I recognized the logo Station 14’s fundraiser gala. I’d seen the basic layout on the town’s bulletin board, all red and gold and blocky text.
“It’s next Saturday. We’re behind on planning had a few unexpected calls last week, and our event coordinator’s out with a broken wrist. We need someone to handle the décor.”
I blinked. “Décor?”
He nodded. “Centerpieces. Table settings. Floral stuff. The community center’s doing the catering, and my team’s handling logistics. But the place needs to look like more than a glorified mess hall.”
“You want me to decorate the emergency services fundraiser?”
“You’re the best in town,” he said simply. “And you know this community. People trust you.”
That last part hit harder than it should’ve. People trust you. I wondered if he said it casually, or if it was one of those things you only say when you don’t quite trust people yourself.
I leaned on the counter, trying not to sigh. “I’ve got two weddings, a baby shower, and three regular deliveries this week. I don’t know if I can squeeze it in.”
He nodded slowly, like he expected that. “If it helps... it’s not for show. We’re trying to raise money for new equipment wildland gear, updated radios. The last few calls have pushed us to our limits.”
His voice softened. “And the guys... they’ve been through a lot. We all have.”
Something flickered behind his eyes then. Not just tiredness. A kind of pressure I recognized. Loss, maybe. Or fear. He wasn’t just here for flowers. This was a man who’d probably knocked on too many doors in the middle of the night. A man who knew how fast things could burn.
“How much are you asking for?”
“Just the main room. Ten tables, entryway, and maybe a backdrop behind the podium. We’ll cover supplies. We just need your eye.”
