Waiting On Wednesday: Last Call by Olivia Brynn

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Last Call
Coming soon from Liquid Silver Books
ISBN: 9781595787965

Eric Layton is used to being awakened by the phone. Firefighters are always on call.
When his phone rings in the middle of the night, he’s halfway to the door before he realizes that it isn’t his chief calling him in for an out of control fire. The woman on the other end, however, is a little out of control, and in fact a lot drunk. Before he can explain that he’s not her brother, her cell phone cuts out. His conscience won’t let him leave the woman waiting, but is he prepared for the chemistry that flares once the stranger climbs into his truck?

EXCERPT:

With the first shrill ring of his phone Eric was wide awake. He was used to interruptions, but he didn't have to like them. He swore, rolled over, searched in the dark for the ringing phone, and knocked both the latest bestseller and his watch to the carpet. He cursed again. Phone calls at—he checked the clock—two twenty in the morning could only mean a fire, and one that's bad enough to call in off duty firefighters. Why the hell did it always have to happen on his first night off?

The love to serve unselfishly whenever I am called.

He was out of bed before the third ring.

"Hello," he barked, hiking a pair of jeans over his hips and reaching for a shirt.

He expected a similar harsh response, but rather than his chief's gruff voice, he heard a feminine giggle. "You sound funny."

What the hell? Eric pulled the phone away to look at the readout. This wasn't his chief's number. It wasn't any number he recognized. Listening again to more giggles, and a whole lot of music in the background, he sat on the edge of the bed and tried again. "Hello?"

"Helloooo," the voice sang. "Your voice is weird. I guess I woke you up huh?" More giggles.

"Who is this?"

"Thiss iss your sisser…" More musical words. "Member how you said that what I needed was to get good and drunk? Well guess whaa-haat?"

Oh Jesus. A drunk. He didn't recognize the woman's voice, so his first impulse was to snap his phone shut. On the other hand, if it turned out to be someone he knew, he'd feel like shit for hanging up.

"Shh," she whispered. "Don't tell mom. I got a drunk on."

He smiled, adrenaline slowing, since he knew he wouldn't have to run into a burning building. "I won't tell."

She giggled. "You sound funny. Did you get a drunk on too? Oh my phone is blink-eting. Did you hear that? Was that your phone? Kevin I'm drink. Drunk. Keeev-in! I'm drunk. I gotta tell you something too. I went to The Ranger for drinks, and you said not to go by myself and I did anyway because I'm bad! I'm bad, Kevin. I'm a bad girl. Oh! You should see what I got…the bar had pens. For free! I got a blue one, and a pink one, and a…hey..." he heard rustling, and he imagined her digging through a purse. "Hey! Someone stole my yellow one! Kevin, someone stole my yellow pen!"

"It's okay." Eric tried not to laugh. "We'll get you another yellow—"

I have no idea when this book comes out, other than early 2011, but you can finish reading the excerpt here. And please leave a link back to your own WOW so I can return the love.