I don’t do complicated things.

I do adrenaline, emergency response, and women who swoon when I tell them to breathe.

With my looks, muscles, and charm…life has a way of just working out. Why should I waste my time taxing my brain?

Then I meet the new ER doc at Mercy General, Fawn Ogletree—with her silky red hair, razor-sharp tongue, and big words I have to Google later.

She calls me a meathead.

I should back off and take the hint. Let someone else impress her with their vocabulary and framed diplomas.

But every time she makes me feel like the human embodiment of a lifted truck, I want her to keep talking. Every time she shoots me down, I come back for more.

She’s brilliant and brutal, and it’s the hottest thing ever.

It makes me want to be smarter. Better. Worthy of her.

I’m a firefighter.

If you’re bleeding, panicking, or caught in a blaze—I’m your guy.

But I’ll do anything to be hers.

Stop Draggin’ My Hose Around is a short, steamy, instalove romance featuring a himbo EMT brought to his knees by a whip-smart doctor, charged power dynamics, and a well-earned HEA.