Rescue Breathing by Zoe Norman @AuthorZoeNorman #New #release


 

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When Manhattan Psychologist Olivia Burke receives an invitation to present her research on trauma in servicemen in Seattle, she is determined to turn the business trip into the start of healing her own traumatized heart.

FDNY Firefighter Owen Maxwell is an unapologetic playboy who spends his days saving lives and his nights breaking hearts. He puts his life on the line every day and is skeptical about doing the same with his heart. But when he meets Olivia, the girl with the shattered spirit–sparks fly.

They share a hot weekend in Seattle and discover that they want to share so much more.

Both Olivia and Owen are in need of help mending their hearts. What remains to be seen is if they can do that for each other, or if they are so damaged they go up in smoke.

Rescue Breathing is the journey of two lost souls, trying to breathe new life into each other without losing themselves along the way.

 

 

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As we round out the end of the tour, Olivia asks, “So where’s the pole?”

I stop in my tracks and turn, smirking at her. “The pole?” I grin. “You want to know where the pole is?” I look down at my tented crotch. “Well…umm…I’ve—”

“Not that pole!  Geez!  The one you slide down,” she laughs.

“Still the same thing.”

We fall into a fit of laughter, and Olivia lightly slaps my arm.

I take her hand and lead her to the other side of the truck.  “It’s over here, babe.”

We round the truck and there stands the pole. “Does anyone ever really use it?” she asks, removing the hair tie that holds her ponytail. She musses up her hair with her fingers, letting it fall naturally around her shoulders.

“Eh…sometimes.  We’re usually down here hanging out or checking equipment and stuff when there’s a call so, no, not as much as you’d think.”

Olivia lets go of my hand and walks toward the pole, running her hand down the cool brass.  She glances over her shoulder, giving me a sly smile.  I smile back, cross my arms, and lean against the truck, watching her.

She wraps her hands around the pole and leans back, swinging herself around.

“What are you doing, Olivia?”

“You know, I took one of those pole dancing classes at my gym,” Olivia tells me, wrapping a leg around the pole.

I slowly shake my head, smirking “Did you now.”  She’s playing with fire.

“I did.  It was fun. Really hard actually.  I learned all kinds of interesting moves.”  She swings herself around the pole again and lets her head fall farther back so her hair flows freely behind her.

As she twirls, I casually run a hand down the front of my pants and stroke my dick.  Olivia’s eyes follow my hand and we silently watch each other. She bites her lower lip and smirks at me.  Letting one hand on the pole go, Olivia uses it to rub her breast over her top and then runs it down her belly and lower.

“Owen, is there anyone down here right now?”

I stand slowly and look around the back of the truck before returning to my spot. “Looks like they’re all in the kitchen.  It’s just us. Why?”

Olivia spins herself around the pole and flips her hair again.  She pops open a button on her blouse and starts to slide down the pole, sticking out her ass provocatively as she moves back up it.  She’s killing me and she knows it.

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Zoe Norman

Zoe Norman is the brainchild of Stephanie K. and Heidi H., two women with one very important thing in common—their love of good erotic romance novels. After a year of writing fanfiction and developing a swoon-worthy friendship from across the country, the decision was made to write their own novel.

You can find them on: Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Email

 

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