Snowbound Christmas with Three Firemen

I've hated firefighters for as long as I can remember, but a Christmas blizzard locked me inside Firehouse 23 with three of them.

Grant, Mateo, and Wes ignore every line I draw, and wanting all three is the last complication I can afford.

Twenty-one years ago I lost my parents in a fire, and one of these men knows the truth of that night—one of them held my hand while my world burned, and I still cannot say which.

I came here as an arson investigator determined to take them down, yet the closer I get to answers, the harder all three pull me in.

Someone is lighting fires again, and this time the ashes keep turning up with my name.

Snowed in through the holiday, we have nowhere left to go but into the past, the heat, and each other.