Always Kind of Love (McCord Family #4) Read Online Amanda Siegrist

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: McCord Family Series by Amanda Siegrist

Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)

From USA Today bestselling author Amanda Siegrist comes a heartwarming series that will make you swoon…and maybe even shed a few tears.

The last thing Ethan McCord wants to deal with is his old high school flame, even though his desire for her hasn’t diminished. Battling the burning blazes and an arsonist bent on destruction is nothing compared to fighting the temptation to rekindle the love he always wanted.

Note: This book was previously a part of Risking Everything: A Steamy Anthology of First Responders. All proceeds went to the charity – the Stephen Siller Tunner to Towers Foundation.



Writing Prompt ~ Hearts and sloppy kisses…

Do you really want to test me?

That wasn't generally a question he was asked. And when it did pop up, as it had about five minutes ago, his immediate response was, “No way.”

Ethan McCord wasn’t an idiot. He generally went with the flow. Not much upset him; he could usually find the humor in any situation. What was the point of getting upset? And, Deja, his sister-in-law, could skewer a person with one scorching look with her bright blue eyes. He never wanted to test that particular demon.

So, when she asked him to stop by the office to pick up the paperwork she’d left sitting on her desk—and he hesitated—it prompted a stern gaze from her, and he automatically answered with, “Of course.”

In reality, he just wanted to go home, relax, and have a beer. His last shift at work hadn’t been a good one. He’d slept all morning into the afternoon, trying to recover from yesterday’s grueling day.

But Emmett, his brother, was working late, and Deja insisted she needed those papers before tomorrow, but she was cooking and couldn’t leave the house. Why she couldn’t ask Emmett, her husband, who would gladly swing by the office and pick it up, was beyond him.

Sometimes it was easier to let it go. It wouldn’t take him more than twenty minutes out of his routine to grab her stuff. Then he could veg out in front of the TV with a cold one and decompress.

Pulling into the parking lot where Emmett rented a building for his landscaping business, he parked right next to a small, red vehicle.


It was late. Almost eight o’clock and all the businesses were closed for the day. No other vehicles should’ve been around.

Of course, that wasn’t what he found odd.

The car itself looked weirdly familiar. But he couldn’t pinpoint why.

Shaking his head, afraid he was losing his mind from the tiring day, he got out of the truck, grabbed his spare key, and swiftly made an entrance.

He didn’t bother turning on the lights since Deja said the stack of papers she needed would be sitting on the corner of her desk. Except when he walked the few steps from the front door to her desk, he didn’t see a damn thing.

A clean desk. Obsessively clean. Nothing out of place. The computer was shut off. All the pens and pencils were sitting in a white cup next to the keyboard, a small notepad next to it. Nothing else littered the desk.

Deja was a neat freak when it came to her workspace. She kept everything orderly and very organized. So if she said the papers would be on the corner of her desk, they should’ve been.

Maybe she meant Emmett’s desk. He turned around and paused when he saw a splash of yellow light peeking out from underneath Emmett’s office door.


Someone broke in.

Probably the same someone who parked right in front of the building.

Were they that dumb? Why would they park right in front of the building and break in?

And how did they break in? The door was locked. No windows appeared to be broken.


Ethan took a step forward when he heard the muffled sound of something falling.

He knew he should call the police, but he didn’t know how long the suspect had been in the building and they could walk out of the office at any moment. Better if he caught them off guard instead of the other way around.

Shoving his keys in his pocket, he grabbed an umbrella from the cute umbrella holder Sophie, his cousin Austin’s wife, made out of old pieces of wood, then wrapped his hands around it with a tight grip. He might not be a cop, but he was a firefighter, and he could hold his own. The police department was right next to the fire department, and he worked out all the time with some of the other cops. He knew how to take down a suspect.

He’d restrain the perp, then call the cops.

Heart pounding a fraction, he grabbed the door handle and swung it open, the umbrella high in the air.

The umbrella arched down.

A scream rented the air.

Then a hard object hit him squarely in the face, right in the cheek, almost hitting his left eye.