Blog Tour: One Night in Brooklyn (Guest Post & Excerpt)

Today we interrupt your regular Man Candy Monday to bring you Guest Man Candy Monday!  Casea Major is here with some sizzling hot morsels for you.  So grab your coffee, kick back, and enjoy the view this fine Monday morning!

Guest Blog with Casea Major – Hot Firemen, Offensive Language and Self-Promotion 

WARNING: This post contains hot guys, offensive language and blatant self-promotion.
Why are so many firemen H-O-T? Do you think that's why they become firemen – to put out the fires they start. LOL

In my city firefighters are by far the hottest civil servants. They're the most gallant and helpful, too.

Don't get me wrong, policemen can be attractive. But when you see a policeman face-to-face it's usually for a traffic violation, and they're generally writing you a ticket or forcing you to talk your way out of one. You have to be pretty hot to overcome that kind of bad press. But when you see a fireman it's always because they've come to help in a crisis.

Take Fireman Stewart for instance (or better yet let me take him) – He's a local fireman selected by Jockey Underwear for their national ad campaign. Seen here:

I might stick my cat up a tree so this guy could come to my house.

Check out the hose on this guy.

In that sense fireman really are the modern day KISA(Knights in Shining Armor) and there's nothing we romance readers like better than a good KISA, especially one that's as accessible as 9-1-1.
That was part of the inspiration for my new 1-Night Stand Story, One Knight in Brooklyn.

My hero, Robert, a fireman and business owner from Brooklyn, has not dated since the death of his wife 3 years before. But at the prodding, cajoling, and general pain-in-the-assin' of his in-laws (That's right in-laws) he books a one-night stand at the Castillo Resort in Niagara Falls.

He doesn't know how the fuck it happened, but he ends up in a castle near a forest where he meets a smokin' hot Lady Marianne. According to Robert, "If she was a fire, she'd be a goddamn 5-alarm ringer! And she's what the guys at the station call a 10/10 – which means on a scale from 1 to 10, she's the top no matta which way she's facin' – if ya know what I mean."


After signing up for a one-night stand through an exclusive matching agency, hopeless romantic Marianne Caldwell is swept away to a medieval land where she hopes to spend the night with a worthy man of honor.

Unsure of how she got from the Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas to a castle in the English countryside, Mare finds Robert, whose stunning physique and winning smile immediately convince her he's the Robin Hood she's been seeking. But despite his efforts in saving her from a corrupt sheriff, his Jersey Shore accent and coarse ways unravel her romantic visions.

With her fairytale fantasies coming unhinged, Mare must decide if Robert is just a crass car salesman from Brooklyn or the chivalrous knight she's looking for.



“Well, Dallas, what did a pretty gal like you expect from this deal?”

There was no way in hell she would answer that question. So she employed her stellar skills of diversion and subterfuge. “What did a guy like you expect from this deal?” Okay, maybe not the cleverest line she’d ever come up with, but this guy with his mesmerizing eyes messed up her mojo.

He leaned back with his elbow on the mattress and flashed a brilliant smile. She swallowed hard. “To get to know a lovely young woman such as yourself and have a little adventure. You think you can handle that?”

Could he be any more cocky? His thinly veiled innuendo struck her with the delicacy of a baseball bat. No question he was hot. From a purely physical standpoint, he was perfection, but did anything rattle around behind those blue eyes?

She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her chin. “What I want to know is, can you handle that?”

Oops, she hadn’t meant for that to sound like a challenge or an invitation, but even to her own ears, it did. He stood, his long legs closing the distance between them in two strides. She braced her legs to hold her ground, but retreated toward a wall. So much for holding my ground. Pressing her head back against a branch, she looked up into his even stare. God, his eyes were Ceylon blue, his lips full and lush. He stopped in front of her, but continued to lower his head toward hers. Other than the rustling wind, only her ragged breathing sounded amongst the leaves.

Robert braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, effectively trapping her between him and the tree. Every cell in her body buzzed with electrical current, and her gaze helplessly transfixed on him. The lids of his eyes lowered, and his straight nose brushed against hers.

“Can I kiss you?” His whispered request tickled her skin.

Chills swept over her heated body. Her knees gave way, and she sighed out some inaudible response he apparently took as affirmative. He brushed her lips with a kiss.

With agonizing leisure, his mouth eased over hers, first feathering her closed lips then caressing each one between his. His velvety flesh wisped like flower petals against hers, and the aroma of fresh mint scented his breath. The languid motion of his kiss ignited a desire that throbbed all the way down between her legs. The longer he lingered, the hotter she burned. He never sped his pace or reached for her in any other way. It was only a kiss, yet so much more.

His warm tongue slipped between her lips and slowly explored her mouth, sliding across her teeth and stroking her tongue. A soft moan escaped her and excruciating tension built in her core with each lazy thrust.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and trailed her fingers down his hips as she molded to his body. He gasped and ended the kiss. The staggering length of his arousal pressed into her abs and the burn in her sex flared into a raging inferno.

He rested his forehead against the tree, and she laid her hands on his chest with his body lightly molded to hers. The heat radiating between them smoldered hotter than the Vegas asphalt at high noon. His breaths were steady, but his heart pounded against her open palms.

His voice, deep and husky, sounded near her ear. “Maybe. Maybe not, Dallas.”

She opened her eyes. “Huh?”

He kept his eyes closed and rubbed his cheek against hers. “I was just answering your earlier question.”

She couldn’t remember the question. She'd be lucky to remember her own name.

One Knight in Brooklyn is on sale now at Decadent Publishing, Amazon and all major retailers.


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  1. wow if we had some of the good looking guy here it would b worth watching

  2. desitheblonde, It is a shame there isn't a hunky man anywhere in this post. LOL Thanks for stopping by.

    Thanks for hosting me today, Kelly.

  3. Yum. I dated a fireman a long time ago and even though he was shorter than the other guys and technically not as gorgeous, there was something so sexy about him, especially in his gear. Hmm..I wonder whatever happened to him and why we stopped dating. Yes, girls - it was THAT long ago!
    Great excerpt!

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