4.5 Stars: "This is an exceptional,
action-filled story that takes off with a bang right from the start. A
first-rate mystery; a tortured, yet strong heroine; and a hero who is not too
perfect will leave readers unable to put this book down. Included are some
nicely developed secondary characters and the ending is very well done and
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technician, Sabrina Morgan, flies unexpectedly into the arms of
firefighter, Jake Donovan, seconds before a bomb explodes. This
was her first failure, and in Jake's sizzling embrace, Sabrina is
grateful for his comfort in helping her hide her secret fear of
Jake falls in love with
the passionate but emotionally wounded Sabrina. He thinks she is
perfect for him. Also, who better than a bomb technician will
understand and support his dangerous career as a firefighter?
Looking to settle down and start a big family like the one he
grew up in, Jake pursues Sabrina, who can't tell him her other
big secret: she can't have children.
Sabrina negotiates a
tenuous affair with Jake as she
tries to stop a serial bomber from detonating any more bombs in
their small city outside of Boston. Her enemy's ultimate goal is
to kill her for surviving a tragedy in her past.
Genre: Romantic Suspense Length: Super Plus Novel (115,000 words)
5 Kisses: "The connection
between Sabrina and Jake is so intense
that it jumps off of the pages and
practically grabs a hold of your naughty
bits and sets them afire. Sabrina’s
brazenness is exciting as is Jake’s
immediate reaction. The fact that Jake’s
such a gentleman only made the scenes
hotter as Sabrina took what she needed
that he willingly gave her. I challenge
any woman (and many men) to not fall
completely in love with Jake by the end of
this book. He is the epitome of honor,
trust, faith, and super-hot calendar
pin-up, all rolled into one.
The Blonde Bomb Tech is packed full of intrigue and
suspense that had me poised on the edge of
my seat during the entire reading. I was
so engrossed in this latest release from
Lara Santiago that I found myself reading
it from cover to cover in one sitting, not
even noticing the passing of time. The
Blonde Bomb Tech is a definite must-read
that you'll want to find room for on your
Two Lips Reviews
5 Angels: "The Blonde Bomb
Tech by Lara Santiago is an erotic
suspense that keeps you on the edge of
your seat, page after page. You can’t put
the book down, the danger and love in this
story keeps you involved until the end.
Sabrina Donavan doesn’t like men; her past
has jaded her against them. I love how she
meets Jake in this story. Ms. Santiago not
only writes a great dangerous story, but
her erotic scenes sizzle right off the
pages. I enjoyed the power struggle
between these two, I couldn’t get enough.
The ending is something any reader will
enjoy. Thanks you Ms. Santiago for this
great story, I’m certainly a big fan. I
can’t wait to see more."
Fallen Angel Reviews
5 Kisses: "From page one the
countdown began. The Blond Bomb Tech
kept the pages turning for me. The
intense heat from these characters burned
right through the page. Although they fell
in love rather quickly, it was a deep and
sincere love. Sometimes love will do that
for you. This story is fully charged and
had me ignoring people so that I could
finish it. Don’t deny yourself this
reading pleasure; pick up this book. You
won’t be sorry."
—D. D. Blackman,
4.5 Stars: "The Blonde Bomb
Tech has a cast of characters that
kept me turning the pages in order to dive
more deeply into their lives. Sabrina's
character is absolutely fabulous. It is
not often that she relaxes enough in
someone's presence to reveal her soft
mushy side. However, for some reason Jake
brought that side out of her. Reading of
how Jake comforts Sabrina in her time of
need gets me all sentimental. Even the
sub-characters and villains are
interesting. The plot turned many times
causing my eyes to stay glued to the
screen. Jake and Sabrina spend a lot of
time expressing their feelings for each
other through intercourse. Personally, I
think this a great idea on the part of
Lara Santiago. The combination of sex and
climatic drama brought adrenaline into my
system at a rapid pace. I found The
Blonde Bomb Tech highly entertaining
and a definite fast read. Ms. Santiago
weaves a fantastic tale. Bravo."
—Suni Farrar, Just Erotic
Cups: "This is a totally
engrossing novel from the first exciting
scene. Sabrina is far from the ice
princess that she presents to the world,
but few see her softer side. Being raised
in an orphanage, then dumped by her fiancé
when he learned she might not have
children, she learned to hide her
feelings. Jake is warm and strong, and it
is a good thing he is stubborn because he
needs to be with Sabrina. Sabrina's sister
Suzanne, adopted as an infant, was luckier
than Sabrina; in her you can see who
Sabrina could have been, given better
circumstances. But this reader would not
change her; her difficulties give her her
strengths. This story is full of suspense
and unexpected twists and turns, and the
bomber is truly evil. This is a great
Coffee Time Romance
"The Blonde Bomb Tech
is a character driven story. It is
fast paced, which adds to the excitement.
The romance is hot, and the way that Jake
treats Sabrina is fantastic. Jake is the
typical Alpha male, with a heart of gold,
and Sabrina is a strong character. The way
she is confident in her work, she knows
what she wants and she goes after it. It
is also lovely to see the flip side to
Sabrina, her emotional side, her
legitimate fears and insecurities. I
applauded Lara Santiago for making Sabrina
and Jake so realistic and so believable.
Because I think every person can see a
little of themselves in either Sabrina or
Jake. I loved The Blonde Bomb Tech;
I wish it had been longer so I didn't have
to finish it so soon. I would be the first
in line if Lara decided she wanted to
write this book as part of a series. The
secondary characters are all solid and
could easily be further developed, plus we
would get to see a glimpse of Sabrina and
Jake. I adored The Blonde Bomb Tech.
The story and the sex are both hot. When
can I get more?" —Vanessa
Costa, Romance Reviews Today
"The Blonde Bomb Tech
is a well-paced intense story of cat
and mouse between Sabrina and the bomber
with the addition of sexy Jake to change
Sabrina’s focus to a personal life she had
been missing. Lara Santiago’s creative
thriller brings to attention the real life
dangerous jobs and the people who do them.
An excellent read I really enjoyed." —Rosemary,
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Sabrina’s entire body shook as glass and flying debris
flew into the air from the detonation. The bomb she’d been
working on had gone off. The ensuing explosion ripped through
the quiet summer morning. She was the bomb technician. She was
supposed to have stopped the bomb, but it had blown despite
her best effort. How could that have happened?
With no answer forthcoming from the assembled emergency teams
cowering down around her, Sabrina panicked.
The bomb nightmares she’d had for most of her life flew
through her mind. Then she lost complete control of
herself…which never happened, either. Not ever.
“Oh, no! No!” Sabrina sobbed hysterically into the crisp,
clean collar of the fireman who covered her body protectively
with his own.
The thought of someone having to protect her from the bomb
she’d failed to stop made her cry harder. She heard herself
babble nonsensically as she turned her face into the fireman’s
rough, whiskered cheek. He smelled safe and good. She needed
to check out for a few minutes to get herself together.
Sighing, Sabrina burrowed her cheek further into his throat
scented with a musky cologne. Her lips connected with his skin
as she inhaled his delectable scent. Her senses reeled as she
clung to him. In her trance-like, panicked state, he was her
only lifeline. She tasted the salt of her own tears.
“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll be okay, I promise,” the man holding
her said, his voice honey-smooth. His breath tickled the loose
hair next to her ear when he spoke. Booming noises continued
to burst from the building. The comforting words from him
intruded into her consciousness. She opened her eyes and was
surprised to find her mouth still pressed to his neck, her
lips rubbing sensuously along the male skin. Her fisted hands
clutched both sides of his open jacket, securing him in place.
She wanted him to say something else in that seductive voice.
She’d had a moment to appreciate the warm, male body covering
hers, and then her panic set in again. Sabrina stopped kissing
him. She loosened her fingers from the death grip she had on
his protective yellow and black jacket.
The bomb had gone off—the bomb she’d tried to defuse, the very
reason for her existence. She’d been a bomb technician for
nearly five years. Until today, she’d never failed to diffuse
Her worst nightmare had exploded with a burning vengeance all
around her. She huddled under the firefighter, her body
shaking, and with his whispered words of comfort, she bawled
like a five-year-old after a bad dream.
She’d never lost control of her cool demeanor before today’s
debacle. The iron-hard bitch façade she’d built over these
last several years for protection had slipped off as if the
bomb itself had blown it from her.
At long last, the explosions subsided, replaced by the acrid
stench of burnt plastic. Sabrina felt the man above her shift
to lift his body off her.
Time to get it together. Too bad the girly, lonely,
emotional side of her brain would not cooperate. She’d put
that part of herself on the back burner for far too long. Now
that it had been released, it wasn’t giving up without a
The fireman lifted off her slightly. She put a hand over her
face and wiped away her tears without being seen. She hoped.
“Are you going to be all right?” he asked quietly. She slipped
her fingers down far enough to see him. The sexy voice was
attached to the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. Sabrina
shook her head no and sniffed a couple times.
No, I’m not okay. A bomb just went off, and it’s my fault.
“No?” he asked, starting to smile. Perhaps he’d expected a
different answer. People usually answered with a polite “Fine”
even though they never meant it.
She felt tears scalding her lower eyelids and running down her
face again. Sabrina sniffed and uttered a very unladylike
hiccup. She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t wipe the
tears away fast enough. Panic attack alert.
“Don’t let anyone…hic…see me like this…hic. Please!” She
noticed a few flashes of yellow with black stripes from the
other firefighters beginning to stir around them. She
desperately swiped at her eyes now, trying to force her tears
to end, but nothing could stop them quickly enough. She willed
the emotional side of her mind to get a grip, suck it up, and
go hide on the back burner again.
“Don’t worry. You have a minute or two. I won’t leave you
yet…I promise.” He tipped his large brimmed fireman’s hat down
to shield her face as she wiped her eyes again.
“Thank…you,” she stuttered between hiccups.
“No problem.” He studied her face, his concern for her still
evident in his gorgeous, emerald green eyes. She looked away
first, closed her eyes, and took several deep, soothing
breaths. Calm down. There was no need to let anyone on
the bomb squad see her crying.
Instead of thinking about the horror of the bomb, Sabrina
focused on the feel of the fireman’s body against hers.
His rock-hard thighs still pressed solidly into hers. She
quivered in response to the intimate connection. Eyes still
closed, she moved her face again closer to his and took
another deep calming breath. With it came the fireman’s spicy
delectable scent. She inhaled again and forcibly restrained
her hips from lifting upwards to encourage a deeper contact.
She also resisted the sudden, visceral urge to place her lips
on his whiskered cheek and take a lick—to taste him. The
sultry shape of his mouth beckoned her with the promise of
It had been so long, she had forgotten how incredible it felt
to have a man pressed this close, this intimate. The pain she
associated with her past relationships had also forced her to
abandon her physical needs. She ignored the longing her body
endured in the silence of her chaotic and lonely life. Up to
now, no one had tempted her. Right now though, she was very
tempted. She wanted to melt into the fireman and immerse her
body into his warmth. What would be the worst thing that could
She could think of worse things than having a gorgeous fireman
connected to her intimately…or almost intimately. The
long-neglected part of her body below her waist was another
item on a substantial list of ignored things in her lonely
life.She wondered if the fireman currently scorching
her lower half was enjoying it as much as she was. What would
he do if she lifted up and ground her hips into him? The
vision of this fireman naked, sweaty, and impaling her
repeatedly with his no-doubt impressive cock skated across her
consciousness. Whoa! Sabrina’s mind literally skidded
to a stop.
“Hey, Earth to bomb technician,” his voice intruded. Her eyes
popped open in surprise as her hips twitched in regret. She
searched his fiery green gaze and wondered if he could read
her mind. Would that really be a bad thing?
“We’re going to have to get up, or people will start talking
about us. You ready to show your face, yet?” he asked.
She stared at him and fought her libido as her sex-starved
body reached upward as if protesting the imminent separation
from the vibrant, male body. He squinted his eyes slightly as
if in question. Had he read her thoughts? What was wrong with
her? She never entertained salacious daydreams about the men
Sabrina sighed, and her breath caught twice, whether from her
vivid sexual thoughts or her emotional outburst, she didn’t
exactly know. She blinked and looked away, breaking their
“I guess so,” but she wasn’t exactly convinced she was ready
to face her lonely world.
He smiled at her as if for encouragement. Then he lifted to
his hands and knees, finally breaking their body contact.
Pity, oh, such a hugepity!
“Hey, Jake, are you finished saving her yet, or do you need to
do some more mouth to mouth?” Another firefighter next to them
“Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous.” Jake looked down at her
Oh, good Lord! He was gorgeous.
He held out a gloved hand and she took hold. Sabrina shook off
her surely inappropriate, lust filled reverie, knowing a
future with him wouldn’t go anywhere. She didn’t date firemen.
She didn’t date anyone.
Sabrina stood with Jake’s help, readying herself to face the
music. She turned and immediately caught sight of a blazing,
angry pair of blue eyes drilled in her direction. They
belonged to William Murphy, her bomb technician partner. He
glared at her from where he stood near the bomb squad’s
primary disposal truck. Once her eyes connected with Murphy’s
glare, he strode in her direction, anger punctuating his every
She’d been in communication with Murphy through several line
of sight spotters when she was inside the building. He warned
her to get out when the timer read ninety seconds, but she’d
convinced herself she could defuse the bomb. She wanted to at
least try because she had never failed before. So, she pushed
the edge of the envelope this time. The same as she always
She’d signaled the guy in her direct line of sight to get out
when the timer hit sixty seconds. She knew Murphy would be
screaming for her to get out at the same time, but she waited
until the last possible second.
The lowest timer reading she ever got to was five minutes,
fourteen seconds. She thought a lot about her record as the
bomb had ticked off down to a minute even. She didn’t lose
faith in her abilities until the timer hit twenty…nineteen…
She ran and counted down from eighteen seconds.
She’d blown through the building’s front door as her internal
count down hit ten. She’d run flat out as fast as she could by
the time she hit the barrier perimeter…and the muscular
It was too bad she hadn’t worn her obligatory Bomb Technician
t-shirt, which stated: I am a bomb technician. If you see
me running, try to keep up. Not that she would have taken
the time to look and see if anyone was trying to keep up. It
was just the first time it ever would have applied.
partner bellowed as the sea of yellow-garbed firemen parted to
bring her face to face with a furious Murphy. She was
about to pay the price for her blatant arrogance.She
bore up to take what was coming when Jake suddenly stepped in
front of her.
“Get out of my way!” Murphy barked.
“No, you calm down and get that murderous look out of your
eyes first,” Jake responded in a low, threatening tone.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m the one who just saved her from falling debris. I didn’t
do that so you could take her apart limb by limb.”
“Oh, yeah? So, what did you save her for…your own personal
agenda? Jesus! Trust me, pal, she ain’t interested.
Now, get out of my way.”
Sabrina put a hand on Jake’s shoulder to pull him to the side.
He didn’t budge. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest
in the universal stubborn, male position. Murphy and Jake were
now locked in an angry staring contest. She had to walk around
and step in between them. She tucked in close enough that the
back of her thigh rested against Jake’s. He jumped at the
touch of her body, but he didn’t back away. It gave her
strength…and another momentary thrill.
“Murphy, it’s my fault, not his, so direct your anger down
here,” Sabrina stated clearly.
“What the hell were you thinking?” His gaze shifted to hers.
“You could have been killed! For God’s sake, you’re an expert
at defusing bombs, but you’re still not able to withstand the
blast of one.”
“I didn’t want to fail, Murphy. I thought I was
almost…hic…there.” Her voice hitched in the middle of
her sentence as if she weren’t quite over her crying jag.
The look Murphy sent her was priceless. He’d never seen her
crumble, not once in the four years they’d worked together on
the squad. He looked at her as if she’d grown another head.
She cursed her emotional side for trying to emerge.
“Save it for the review board, sweetie,” Murphy said under his
breath, his voice softening. He looked back at Jake with a
small amount of respect. Perhaps he sensed the protective
streak Jake exhibited on her behalf was warranted. Murphy had
never seen her needing any protection from anyone in the years
they worked together.
Murphy shook his head and looked back at Sabrina. He winked at
her, then his eyes traveled over her shoulder to where Jake
stood. This was usually the point where she flayed a guy for
daring to protect her. Coming onto her was an open invitation
for death by scathing words.
“Come on, Sabrina. Let’s go brief Hennessey.” Murphy stepped
back a pace to give them meager privacy. He sported a smug
smile as he patiently waited for her to cut Jake down to size
for the audacity of being interested enough to stand up for
her. This was maybe Murphy’s zillionth show. He crossed his
arms and waited to be entertained. Sabrina did have a
reputation to uphold, but found that the need to eviscerate
her protective fireman didn’t materialize.
“Thank you, Jake, is it?” Sabrina turned to him and held out a
hand. Jake quickly removed his gloves before taking her hand
in both of his. His touch was warm, and it sent an electrical
vibration up her arm. Her heart started pounding madly. Who
was this man? Why did he make her all tingly inside with a
mere touch? How did he manage to make her weak with desire and
lust for his warm, muscular body?
She didn’t want to tell him off. He had kept everyone else
present from seeing her cry. That was worth quite a lot to
“You’re welcome. It isn’t your fault, you know. It’s the crazy
who put the bomb there in the first place who’s to blame,” he
said as one of his thumbs caressed her palm. Bolts of electric
sensitivity drilled from her palm up along her arm down her
body to zap her right between her legs. He made her wet and
weak with needs, needs she hadn’t acknowledged
in—literally—years. She took a deep breath to calm herself,
but his musky scent filled her.
“I’ll try to remember that when I get the enormous bill for
this building.” She tried to joke as the vision of them
rolling on the floor naked, sweaty…
Jake’s piercing green eyes sparked with interest. “Is it
true?” he asked in a low, conspiratorial voice. His thumb
burned a hole in her hand, and she wanted to keep holding onto
him. If she took a half a step in his direction, her breasts
would brush the front of his jacket. Her nipples hardened at
the thought of being touched. She felt herself gravitating
“Is what true? That I’ve got to buy a building? I hope not.”
She laughed lightly.
“No. That you…ain’t interested in me.” His intense gaze
touched her deep inside. It was an I-am-definitely-interested-in-you
gaze. She was entranced. She tried to swallow the lump in her
throat but failed.
“I…um…I wouldn’t say that…exactly,” she managed to stammer.
“Good. Then I’ll call you later.”
Sabrina cleared her throat. She didn’t go out much—okay,
ever—and never with men she came across in a work-related
The Heathton law enforcement grapevine was wide and far
reaching. Every day, she overheard snippets of gossip from
those she worked with in every department detailing
confidentially—yeah, right—those who cheated on spouses, those
who were fucking someone they shouldn’t be, and those who just
broke up with so and so because the cheating bitch or bastard
fucked someone deplorable. Sabrina refused to add fodder to
the ever-continuing daily soap opera at work. So she didn’t
date. Anyone. Ever.
Now, this man wanted to call her for a date?
“I don’t know about that,” she said. Damn! Where was the
iron-hard bitch façade? Apparently, it ran off to hide. Her
girly, emotional side wanted a date and had kicked the hard
bitch to the curb.
“Come on. You don’t want to go out with me?”
“I don’t go out with…firemen.” But her voice didn’t even sound
convincing to her own ears. Her girly, emotional side wanted
her to bat her eyes in flirtatious invitation, but the hard
bitch returned protectively.
He still had a hold of her hand, his long, lean fingers
lightly caressing her knuckles, not boldly, just gently. Her
heart skipped a few more beats. She tried to pull away, but he
Jake gave her a wicked little smile and leaned in to whisper in her ear...
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