Sharon C. Cooper

Just thinking…

Nobody’s Business – The Butterfly Memoirs

Hi All,
It’s always a pleasure having author M.J. Kane visit my blog. Today she’s going to tell us about her latest release to The Butterfly Memoirs. Okay, M.J., take it away!
Thank you, Sharon, for letting me come by and share a bit of my latest release, Nobody’s Business!

Nobody's Business

I love the books that Sharon writes, mixing Suspense with Romance, and strong female characters whose career choices have lead them to non-typical jobs (female plumber anyone?) For the female lead in this story, I decided to give her a non-stereotypical job, too….female firefighter. In this snippet we see Kai Malone doing her job, fighting a fire in the middle of a rain storm. The conditions are life-threatening and a family is in need of help….enjoy!


Trevon Campbell’s world changed the moment his ex-girlfriend announced he was a father. Determined to make up for his past mistakes, he gives Trina what she wanted before their breakup, what feels like his soul, which means forgetting the woman he had a one-night stand with, the woman who stole his heart.

Kai Malone doesn’t want to play by her family’s rules. Instead of working for the family business, she became a firefighter. Being a female of multicultural descent, working in a field dominated by men, Kai focuses on her job to ignore the infidelity of her fiancé. Tired of his deceit, she gave in to a one-night stand with a complete stranger, someone she’d never have to see again…or so she thought.

When tragedy strikes, their worlds collide, leaving them no choice but to deal with each other again. It doesn’t take long for them to realize the attraction that brought them together the first time is stronger than ever, forcing Trevon to make the biggest decision of his life.

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“Listen up!” We gathered around the chief. “We’ve got several scenarios happening simultaneously. According to the chief from Truck #73, the lower level is the source of the fire. They managed to clear it, and he has men on the second floor searching for people who are trapped. To top it all off, we’ve got several families trapped on the third. He’s got a truck working rescue, but we need more men. We’ve got to get things under control. Now. Captains, get your teams squared away. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

“Malone, you’ve got ladder! Lopez, back her up,” my captain yelled.

“Yes, sir!”

I tightened my helmet and did a quick double check of my gear.

“Ready, Malone?” Lopez slapped my back.


We waited impatiently as the truck maneuvered into position as close to the apartment building as it could get, then extended the ladder. The moment it connected with the first window seal, I ran to the base and grabbed hold of the wet railing. While my boots were water resistant and had extra grip to keep me from slipping, that didn’t make the task easy. I forced myself to breathe easy and focus on every step I took. I had faith in my equipment, but no matter what measures were taken to make my job safer, human error could always screw things up. Lopez was on the ladder behind me as my back up. We moved systematically from window to window. I used my ax to break the glass and yell inside before we climbed through to make a quick search for anyone who may be unconscious, huddled in a corner, or in a room behind closed doors. So far, it appeared everyone was out.

After what felt like forever, we had two apartments left. I held on and braced myself as the ladder moved to the next window. I broke the glass and yelled before leaning in to repeat my call. I was about to step across the threshold when Lopez grabbed the back of my jacket.

“Malone! We’ve got one next door!”

“What?” I stepped back onto the ladder, taking extra precautions to keep from slipping.

He pointed to the final set of windows before using his radio to alert the captain of the situation.

The sight made my heart freeze.

A woman covered with soot leaned out of the window with what appeared to be a young child in her arms. A heavy curtain of smoke wafted out the opening behind her while bright red flames silhouetted her frame, meaning the fire had to be in the room she was in.

“Help us, please! He’s not breathing!”


I held on tight as the ladder moved.

“Ok, ma’am, I’ve got you. Hold on!”

The minute we got within range, I reached for the child. Fear and relief were evident on the mother’s face beneath the soot and grime. “Please, help him, he’s not breathing!” she said between heaving gasps and coughing.

I took the child from her; he was limp in my arms. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but unconscious, his limbs flailed around as if he were a rag doll. With my gear on, there was nothing I could do in order to resuscitate him.

Adrenaline pumping in my veins, I turned to my partner and handed him off.

“Lopez, get him to a medic, now!”

He took the young boy in his arms, balancing his weight while taking each step down the ladder as fast as he could under the dangerous conditions.

I turned to the woman who now gagged repeatedly. Her face was streaked with tears that mixed with black soot.

“It’s okay, my partner has him. Now it’s our turn to go down, okay? It’s slippery out here and I know you want to hurry down in order to get to your son, but we have to take our time. Okay?”

She nodded and focused on me.

I held my hand out and encouraged her to step out of the window and onto the ladder.

Her feet were bare and she bore the evidence of someone who had been fast asleep when disaster struck. Though she had stopped crying, it was obvious she was scared. Once on the ladder, she froze.

“I’m scared of heights!” Her fingers seemed to be fused to the wrung and her body was curled up tight.

“It’s okay, I promise. I know it feels odd on this ladder, but we aren’t that far from the ground, it’s all a matter of prospective.” That didn’t help any because she now whimpered.

Glass broke in the distance, and it wasn’t from someone trying to be rescued. It was the sound of something exploding due to the heat. That was not good.

This woman needed a distraction in order to get her to move. While I was trained to carry an unconscious person wherever I needed them to go, trying to carry her under these rain soaked conditions would not be smart. She was conscious and able to move on her own. She just needed motivation to get her feet going.

“What’s your name? Mine is Kai.”

The scared woman turned her head in my direction. “My…my name is Trina.”

Away from the smoke, I got a chance to see her face, and in the back of my mind, she seemed familiar.

“Trina, it’s nice to meet you. I wish it was under other circumstances, but that’s life, right?” I looked behind me and saw Lopez touch the ground. A team of paramedics were nearby and took the little boy over to a stretcher where they started CPR. His mother couldn’t see past me. “Trina, it’s our turn to start moving, okay? It looks like the paramedics are working on your son. Tell me about him. What’s his name?”

Trina attempted to look past me, but stopped the moment she saw how far up from the ground we were. “Justin…his name is Justin.”


“And how old is Justin?”

“Two, Justin is two!”

A chill went down my spine as I looked back down at the scene below; the paramedics were still working. Lopez stood nearby watching. He looked back up at me and his head nodded ever so slightly.

Oh God. If my memory served me right, Justin was Trevon’s son…and this was his mother. I may have only seen them once, but their faces had been imprinted in my memory. Trina twisted around again to see her son. God…this really was Trevon’s family.

“Come on, Trina, let’s get to your son, he needs you.”

My words got her moving. It wasn’t fast enough, though. Between her wracking coughs from smoke inhalation and the slippery equipment, my job was to stay behind her and aid her in the descent.

Halfway down, she slipped and fell into me. I managed to catch myself, but the sudden weight of her body added to the weight of the gear on my back forced me to lose my footing. I grabbed onto the ladder, thankful for the safety clamp I had strapped to the railing, and stopped both of us from falling. Unfortunately, the sudden twist shot a pain up my spine and made me curse. I worked through the pain, guiding her down as fast as I could.

“I’ve got you,” I managed through gritted teeth. “We’re almost there, almost there!”

Instead of focusing on the pain, I thought about the little boy waiting at the bottom of the ladder who needed his mother.

The moment my foot touched the ground, I handed her off to another set of paramedics, then started stripping off my gear.

Lopez came over to check on me. “Damn, Malone, what happened?”

I ignored his question. “How’s the boy?”

“He’s breathing and being transported to Egelston Children’s Hospital.”

Thank God.

“What about you?” He helped me remove my oxygen tank.

“I’m hurt. I need a medic.” I gave up on hiding the pain and sprawled out on the ground. Rain poured on my face, so I did my best to turn on my side. Lopez aided me in the maneuver then shielded me from the rain with the coat I had ripped off.

Two seconds later, and the paramedics were on scene to check me out. I yelled as they sat me up. My captain walked over to assess the situation.

The paramedics’ fingers ran down the length of my spine, poking and prodding. I yelled when he hit my lower back. “Nothing’s broken, but you need to go to the hospital and get some x-rays.” He signaled for his partner to bring over a backboard and stretcher.

“Take her,” my captain said before walking away. He went two steps, stopped and looked in my direction. “Damn good save, Malone.”


To celebrate the release of the fourth novel in The Butterfly Memoirs series, I am giving away a basket filled with Butterfly Memoirs goodies, including autographed paperback copies of ALL FOUR BOOKS!!!!  All you have to do is follow the month long blog tour and Tweet, Like, and Share!

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Author of The Butterfly Memoirs
A Heart Not Easily Broken (Book One of The Butterfly Memoirs)– Amazon Bestseller
Jaded (Book Two of The Butterfly Memoirs) – Amazon Bestseller
Lonely Heart (Book Three of The Butterfly Memoirs)
Nobody’s Business (Book Four of The Butterfly Memoirs)- Available July 2, 2015!

About the Author:

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M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid reader, this once stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in 2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination free.  Upon the suggestion of her husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life. It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket. And the rest, as they say, is history.

No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children, and four pit bulls. During the day, MJ is a librarian, in her spare time she is director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.

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