RESCUING MADISON
ONLY 9.95 PLUS SHIPPING

A fiery romance between a NYC firefighter and a beautiful, midwestern pop-star.

PAGES 179-182 

            He wraps his arms around her tightly as their lips get warmer and softer and wetter.
In this passionate hug he lifts her right out of the big boots, carries her to the fire truck and
climbs on, placing her on the jump seat. They both heat up, as nothing else exists in the
world for each of them than the other. 
            As they embrace, Madison digs her face in John’s chest. He smells like a man.
No cologne, no lavender moisturizer. Just the natural scent of a man – it’s intoxicating.
One article of clothing after another flies from the truck window as they take advantage of
every inch of the truck's cab. 
            Locked in a tight embrace, John looks deep into Madison’s eyes and says passionately,
"I’m falling in. . . ‘Bee-Doop’." The tone alarm blares. 
            "What?" Madison asks.
 But John has no time to repeat himself as the other firefighters race to the truck to answer the
call. John and Madison rush to pick up their clothes. 
            "What did you say?" Madison asks again, as she fixes herself up. 
            Just then Captain Jack and Frank slide the pole and get to the truck. 
            I run in and immediately notice Madison and her disheveled, look and think, "Damn,
I’m jealous – and relieved John isn’t gay." 
            "Excuse us, I hope we didn't interrupt anything," Frank says, suspicious. 
            John and Madison shake their heads and lie in unison, "No, of course not." 
            I place my foot into my boot and encounter an obstruction. I pull my foot out, reach in
the boot and retrieve a bra. With a smirk on my face, I politely hand Madison the bra. 
            She doesn’t seem embarrassed. 
            "Do you want to come along for a ride?" Captain Jack asks Madison, as John gets his
gear on. 
            "Sure," Madison says, excited. She jumps on the fire truck and the truck pulls out of
quarters. 
            As the fire truck barrels down the streets of New York the dispatcher comes over the
radio, "Manhattan to Ladder Thirty-Nine." 
            Captain Jack picks up the radio receiver and responds, "Ladder Thirty-Nine." 
            "We have a confirmed ten seventy-five," the dispatcher says over the radio. 
            Frank hears the dispatcher and yells to me and John in the back, "We got a job!"
Web Hosting Companies