Her Declaration of Independence
by Flirt Club and Poppy Parkes
Betsy Madison just got broken up with and is looking to make a fresh declaration of her own independence. Studly firefighter Jamie Banner is looking for a change of pace in Milltown. When they meet, fireworks are guaranteed.
The Fourth of July is my absolutely least favorite thing. An entire day dedicated to thundering explosions and crazy-making lights that drive my clients wild (well, wilder than they already are, given that they’re cats and dogs)? Thanks, but no.
The only thing I like less than the Fourth is my ex, and good riddance to him. I gave him seven years of my life, and in the end he gave me an eyeful of his cheating ass in my bed with some brunette. Said he wasn’t ready for long term, that he needed something explosive. I hope the fact that I had a moving van and team at the house within the hour, moving his shit the hell out of there, was explosive enough for him.
So sure, while I’m not exactly thrilled about this year’s fireworks show — the one that puts my town of Milltown, Colorado, on the map — I’m ready for something new. Something fresh. Something . . . well, something explosive. In a good way.
This year, I’m celebrating the Fourth by making a fresh declaration of independence to bring me back to life after seven years of gathering dust on the arm of a guy who didn’t deserve me — or, hell, even want me.
It’s time to focus on me.
When firefighter Jamie Banner walks into my life, I know exactly what I’d like to do with him. And it’s not exactly ladylike . . .
Happy 4th of July!
Welcome to Milltown, Colorado, population 15,000, where the only things hotter than the annual fireworks show are the men in uniform and the women who want to light their fuses.
Join the authors of Flirt Club in The Fireworks Series of stories that celebrate small-town summers, BBQs, and all things that end with a bang! ;)
Where will you be when the fireworks start?
The Fourth of July is my absolutely least favorite thing. An entire day dedicated to thundering explosions and crazy-making lights that drive my clients wild (well, wilder than they already are, given that they’re cats and dogs)? Thanks, but no.
The only thing I like less than the Fourth is my ex, and good riddance to him. I gave him seven years of my life, and in the end he gave me an eyeful of his cheating ass in my bed with some brunette. Said he wasn’t ready for long term, that he needed something explosive. I hope the fact that I had a moving van and team at the house within the hour, moving his shit the hell out of there, was explosive enough for him.
So sure, while I’m not exactly thrilled about this year’s fireworks show — the one that puts my town of Milltown, Colorado, on the map — I’m ready for something new. Something fresh. Something . . . well, something explosive. In a good way.
This year, I’m celebrating the Fourth by making a fresh declaration of independence to bring me back to life after seven years of gathering dust on the arm of a guy who didn’t deserve me — or, hell, even want me.
It’s time to focus on me.
When firefighter Jamie Banner walks into my life, I know exactly what I’d like to do with him. And it’s not exactly ladylike . . .
Happy 4th of July!
Welcome to Milltown, Colorado, population 15,000, where the only things hotter than the annual fireworks show are the men in uniform and the women who want to light their fuses.
Join the authors of Flirt Club in The Fireworks Series of stories that celebrate small-town summers, BBQs, and all things that end with a bang! ;)
Where will you be when the fireworks start?
