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Worth the Fight
By C F White

Worth It, Book 2

It was never going to be just one night. Not when it burned this hot.

Firefighter Reece Morgan is the station flirt. Tattooed, reckless, and always up for a laugh or a hook-up. He’s made a name for himself across Worthbridge, and he’s fine with that. No strings. No drama. No need for more.

Until one heated night in a sauna changes everything.

Trent Lawson thought it would be just sex. One night to forget, to shut off the noise inside his head. But the fire Reece ignites won’t stop burning. Not in his skin. Not in his chest. Not when every emergency throws them back together, stoking something far deeper, and far more dangerous.

Reece isn’t used to caring. Not really. But Trent isn’t just another fling. Behind his sharp tongue and cool control, Reece sees the exhaustion, the cracks, the way Trent’s numbing himself with all the wrong things. And for once, Reece doesn’t want to walk away. He wants to fight. For Trent. For every kiss denied and every glance that means too much.

But when the flames turn deadly and the danger hits close to home, Trent must face the past he’s been running from and decide if Reece is the one thing worth stepping into the fire for.

Because in Worthbridge, sparks are flying.

And some flames are worth the fight.

Worth the Fight is the second book in the Worth It series, a gritty MM romance series set in a small coastal town featuring first responders entangled in a criminal case that threatens the community they serve and the people they love.

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Trent made his way to the changing rooms, rinsed off the sweat and sea spray, then wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the sauna at the end of the corridor. He wasn’t looking for company. Only somewhere to breathe without the sound of sirens echoing in his skull. But the moment he opened the door, the heat hit him like a fist. Thick, suffocating, and laced with something far more dangerous.

Because he wasn’t alone.

Someone was already inside, sprawled across the upper bench, a familiar figure wrapped in steam and shadows. And even if the room hadn’t been fogged with heat, Trent would’ve known him anywhere.

Reece Morgan.

He looked carved from heat and tension. Long legs stretched out, towel slung low across his hips, every inch of him slick with sweat and barely contained power. Ink marked his skin, dark and bold, curling down one arm in sharp lines Trent had only glimpsed in flashes at the cliffside hours earlier when Reece had hauled a child to safety.

Now, he looked half-asleep, head tipped back, throat exposed, eyes closed. The slow rise and fall of his chest made it feel like the whole room breathed with him. At ease. Dangerous. Striking.

Trent hesitated in the doorway, frozen. Not from shyness, but something sharper. Because this wasn’t heat. It was gravity. Reece was gravity.

Then, as if sensing him, Reece lifted his head and Trent forgot how to breathe.

“You gonna shut that door?” Reece snapped, gruff, as if smoke lived in his throat.

“Uh… yeah.” Trent should’ve stepped back out, pulled the door shut behind him, let the man have his peace. That was the smart thing. The safe thing.

Instead, he stepped inside.

The door clicked shut behind him with a finality making his skin prickle. He sat on the bottom bench, trying and failing not to feel the man’s gaze settle on him through the thick haze of heat.

“Trent?”

Trent dragged his eyes up. “Uh…yeah.”

Reece sat forward. Held his gaze. “Fancy seeing you again.” He then held out his hand.

Trent took it and Reece’s grip was firm, his palm rough and warm from the heat of the sauna. And the moment their hands met, a jolt shot straight through him, sharp and electric as if he’d grabbed a live wire. His body betrayed him. Heat pooling low, swelling his dick beneath the towel.

Fuck. Not now. Not here.

Trent pulled his hand back and cleared his throat, but it did nothing to temper the pulse thudding beneath his towel or ease the sharp, electric awareness prickling across every inch of his skin.

He turned away, eyes locked on some meaningless point ahead, trying to calculate how long he needed to sit here before it wouldn’t look obvious when he left. Before he could find somewhere to deal with the tension clawing through him and jerk himself off to a blissful release.

God, he was wound so tight he could’ve snapped in half. It had been… too long. And with Reece sitting there behind him, all sweat-slicked muscle and a body sculpted for sin, how the hell was he supposed to think straight, let alone talk himself down?

“You look tense.”

Trent didn’t need to turn around to know Reece had moved closer. Because he could feel his breath ghosting hot across the back of his neck. Then he touched his shoulder with his hand and Trent flinched.

Reece drew his hand back, holding it up in surrender. “Easy,” he said, that damned smirk audible in his voice. “Didn’t mean to spook you. Figured… although no masseuse, I could work that knot out for you. If you wanted. It’s been a tough night. You were a hero back there.”

Trent turned, his eyes finding Reece’s, and in that look, the offer was crystal clear. This wasn’t about muscle tension. It was about relief. A massage with a happy ending.

Simple. Physical. No strings attached.

Trent’s thoughts spiralled. Did this bloke do this all the time? Some unspoken agreement between emergency services? Had he stumbled into the frontline workers’ well-kept secret for burning off the worst of their nights?

Reece cocked his head, his gaze unwavering, full of quiet confidence. “No pressure.” He leant back again as if he wasn’t the living embodiment of temptation.

And that should’ve been the end.

But Trent was wired. Exhausted. Stupid. And so desperate he could taste it.

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Check out Book 1: Worth the Wait

Worth It, Book 1

It was never over. It was just waiting.

Nathan Carter didn’t return to Worthbridge looking for a second chance. He came back for a roof over his head, a job that pays, and maybe, if he’s lucky, a way to connect with the teenage son he’s barely known. Life in the army taught him how to survive, but not how to be a father… and definitely not how to live with the choices he made the day he walked away from everything. Including Freddie Webb.

PC Freddie Webb never left Worthbridge. Not the town. Not the ghosts. Steady, dependable, the man everyone trusts to hold the line when things fall apart, he’s spent years keeping his head down and his heart locked up tight. But all that control shatters the moment a routine arrest throws him face to face with the boy he once loved… and the son that boy now has.

What started between them as teenagers was messy, intense, and unforgettable. Sixteen years later, it’s no less complicated. Eespecially with Alfie, Nathan’s angry, guarded son, caught between them and already spiralling toward trouble.

As old desires resurface and old wounds reopen, Nathan and Freddie are pulled back into each other’s orbit. But with the whole town watching, tensions rising, and the past refusing to stay buried, they’ll have to decide: play it safe… or risk everything for the love they never got to finish.

Because in Worthbridge, the past never stays buried.

And some loves are worth every second of the wait.