Wrong Number, Right Firefighter

She called in a pizza. She got a firefighter with a chip on his shoulder and a body built for sin.

I thought I was calling the pizza place.

Instead, I accidentally rang the local fire hall.

Next thing I know, a grumpy firefighter named Scoop is standing in my rental cabin, staring at me half-asleep on the sofa like he’s the one who got called in for an emergency.

Not exactly what I meant to order, but I’m definitely not sending him back.

One wrong number, one unexpected drop-in, and suddenly my quiet little getaway is getting a whole lot hotter.

They say you can’t plan for love.

Apparently, you can’t plan your pizza either.

This is a 1-hour read that's part of Wrong Number, Right Guy, a multi-author series of short, steamy instalove stories with guaranteed happily-ever-afters. One misdialed call, accidental text, or late-night drunk dial sparks instant attraction, unexpected chemistry, and a whole lot of trouble. From grumpy mountain men to handsome hockey players, and smoking hot firemen, each wrong number leads to the right kind of love connection. Your next obsession is calling.