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Book: Out of Reach (The Wanderer Series) by Jocelyn Stover

Book: Out of Reach (The Wanderer Series) by Jocelyn Stover

categories: Book, Genies, Nephilim, Angels, Urban Fantasy, Vampires, Witches, Oracles, Contemporary Fantasy, Adult, Paranormal Romance

Jocelyn Stover

about this book: Meet One Of The Leading Men: Ben

Introducing a new character is fun… sometimes. Often the story is moving along and where characters enter feels set in stone. They pop up simply because you reach the scene where they are supposed to be. That doesn't mean their introduction won't be phenomenal, but every once in a while you get a character whose introduction isn't scripted. They can insert themselves almost anywhere. I love those moments, it gives me a chance to play and indulge my sense of humor. I have this tendency in life, if I can make something funny, I'm going to try. That's what happened with Ben's introduction and consequently it's one of my favorite parts of the story. He's absolutely an essential character but he could have chosen to make his debut almost anywhere in the first half of the book. I got to have fun choosing where to stick this over six foot, lithe, blonde, blue eyed fireman who reminds this author a lot of Alexander Skarsgard.

The whole scene, of which I've given you a snippet, was constructed on a whim so I could make light of my favorite fireman clichés, the calendar and that joke about rescuing cats that have gotten themselves stuck up a tree (which appears later). My sense of humor is a little off, I know. What's even funnier is after Out of Reach was published a neighbor of mine made an offhand comment and I was reminded how many firemen I actually know! It's a lot. To set the record straight, while I am a sucker for the whole uniform thing Ben isn't based off of anyone I know. Sorry to disappoint but this sexy man candy can only be found in the pages of Out of Reach.

Sigh… meet Ben:

Halfway through my old-school impression of head banging, I overhear the women next to me say, "God, I hope he's in the calendar this year."

"Yeah, Mr. February can pay me a house call anytime," her friend chimes in.

"February? Why February?"

"Because silly, it's my birth month and those wintery blue eyes are to die for."

Giggling, their storm of compliments continues, spreading around the bar like wildfire. Lifting my head, I run my fingers through the unruly strands of my hair, smoothing them back into place as best I can after my recent dance exploit. I don't even have to glance up into the mirror: I know exactly who those women are talking about. My fireman has arrived.

Reaching into my purse, I grab my lip gloss and apply a fresh coat of shine. Sitting up straight on my stool, I take a deep breath then silently count to three before gazing into the angled mirror above us.

The firemen have most certainly arrived, and every woman within spitting distance of their table is on high alert. While most of them are casually dressed, sporting jeans and their navy logo t-shirts, a few of them are rocking the uniform. It's the work of a moment for my brain to dismiss most of the party and lock onto to the face of one uniformed man sitting with his back to the window.

Yes, his eyes are a soft wintery blue; the woman next to me got that much correct, but there's so much more to them than that. From my perch at the bar, I've seen frost in those eyes on occasion and, let me tell you, the reflection of the winter storm can be just as glorious as the friendly glow they're exuding tonight.

Shivering slightly, I hold my breath as my eyes continue to drink him in. He's fair-haired with sculpted cheek-bones and lightly bronzed skin (the healthy kind that comes from spending time outdoors), tall enough that even I have to tilt my head back a little to look into the splendor of his face. Leanly muscular but not too bulky, his body moves with the easy grace of an athlete.

Shaking my head from side to side I sigh, looking down at my beer bottle for distraction. It goes without saying: I've been stalking this fair-haired Viking god of a man for quite some time. In fact, he's the reason Melanie started frequenting The Spotted Dog on Friday nights.

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