Now this was an Alexa Riley book that i devoured and enjoyed from the first page!

Holding his forever tells the story of Derek Pheonix (a hot as sin fire fighter) and Fia Clover  who seems to be struggling with life but wants to make something out of it 

Derek saves Fia when the building she lives in goes up in flames , and as they say the rest it history!

** The first time Derek and Fia meet he saves her and theres instant scorching hot chemistry ,forget about the circumstances for a few seconds these two have a insta love story unique to Alexa Riley.

Derek,what can i say the man's a  hot as sin fire fighter who wants Fia and isn't going to stop until he gets Fia. 

Fia's honest ,sweet and caring as they come ,she's had a hard life but she doesn't let that get her down.

Sweet ,sexy fast paced and a virgin heroine ,Alexa Riley never fails to bring these gorgeous stories to life ,it has everything we come to love and know about Alexa Riley.**

Chapter 1 *Fia*

“You finish your shit, Fia?”

Sam’s gravelly voice from years of smoking barks from behind me as I hang up the phone in his

back office. A mixture of annoyance and relief fills me. I really didn’t want to have to cover

Kim’s shift at the women’s shelter tonight and was thankful she was able to make it in. I would

have done it if they needed me; I’d do anything for that place. But I’m dead on my feet as it is.

I’ve been on my feet for the past twelve hours and haven’t slept in over twenty­four, and it

would be my luck that if I went back to the shelter, it would be a busy night.

“Already clocked out.” I turn to look at Sam, whose eyes are trained on my ass. He slowly pulls

them up to my face as a smirk plays at his lips, showing off his yellow­tinted teeth, not a care

that he’s openly running his eyes over my body. Sadly, I’ve become used to it. It still creeps me

out, but he’s never tried anything.

Or maybe my luck is about to change, I think, as he shuts the door to his office, trapping me in.

The door is always open. The waitresses here at Moe’s always keep our stuff stored back here,

where we clock in and out for our shifts.

“You think about my offer?” He cocks his head to the side like he’s giving me the world, not a

management position at the diner. I’d stay later after waiting tables and help with paperwork

and orders and get a raise, but I think Sam has a few more strings he wants to add to the

position¾things I want no part of. I’ve turned down the offer twice now, but he keeps telling

me to think on it.

Normally I just mumble a, “no, thanks,” on my way out the door, but now it’s closed and I’m

trapped. Trapped with a man twice my age, maybe even pushing three times my age. It’s hard

to tell with his shaved head. He’s double my size, and I don’t mean in muscle or height. No,

there’s a lot of gut on old Sam.

“I really don’t have the time.” I tell him the same thing I’ve said every time it’s been brought up.

At least, not without giving up my shifts at the shelter, and that’s not something I’m willing to

do, even if the pay is way worse over there. I love that shelter. I owe them so much after what

they did for my mother and me. I’m just thankful they pay me at all, because I would do it for

free. I hope that one day I can do it for free, but at the moment that just isn’t possible if I want

to keep a roof over my head and food on my plate.

“We’ll cut your serving time,” he suggests, taking a step towards me. I try to match his in

retreat but only hit the desk. I don’t want to cut my serving hours only to spend more time with

him in his cramped little office alone. Hell, I’ve been in here for two minutes and I feel like I’m

having a panic attack. I can feel my heartbeat pick up speed. My anxiety grows with each pull of

my breath. I know all too well how men act when they don’t get the responses they want. I’ve

seen it for years with my own father and how he treated my mother.

I just shake my head again, trying to push the words past my lips. “I really¾” My words are cut

short when Tracy throws open the door.

“Who in the hell put the¾” She stops abruptly when she sees us both standing in the tiny

office. Her eyes narrow, going back and forth between us. Tracy has been working at the diner

for years. She trained me a few months back, and many might even think she owns the place by

how she pushes everyone around. And I’m pretty sure she and Sam have a thing. I stay out of

her way. I want my tables and tips and nothing more from this place. It’s a means to an end. A

slow means, but I’m getting there, dollar by dollar, and this place has the best tips I’ve come

across so far, so I put up with it.

“I’m having a meeting.” Sam turns to look at her. Tracy purses her lips at him, clearly not liking

what he’s saying.

“No, it’s fine. I really should be going. I’ll miss the bus,” I lie. I always walk home. I grab my

purse and coat and don’t even bother to put them on. I just hold them close to my body over

my cheap polyester uniform that fits a little too snuggly on me. “Maybe Tracy would like the

manager position,” I throw out.

“What!” Tracy half­screams, her face scrunching up. I steal the moment to slip past them both

as fast as I can and out the side door of the diner, into the chilled night. The street is empty now

that it’s almost midnight on a Tuesday.

I slip my coat on and make the half­mile walk to my apartment, which sits over an old

laundromat. Locking the door behind me, I waste no time pulling my uniform from my body and

tossing my tips from tonight on the table before jumping into the shower. I have to get the

smell of grease off my hair and body. I let the warm water run over me, relaxing my muscles as I

wash away the day’s work.

When I’m done I grab a shirt and a pair of panties and pull them on. I sit at the small fold­out

table in my half kitchen, if you can call it that. It doesn’t even have a full refrigerator, just one of

those tiny ones you find in a hotel, which is probably where it came from. There’s a small sink

and microwave, and that’s about it. My exhaustion outweighs my hunger as I count my tips. A

hundred dollars on a double shift for a Tuesday isn’t too bad. Every dollar counts at this point.

I’m so close to being able to pay for my last semester of college. Twelve more credits and I’m

done, I remind myself. I can do this.

I grab the money and place it carefully, along with yesterday’s money, between the pages of a

book I keep on the table. I still need to go to the bank and deposit it. After that, I walk the few

feet to my bed in the corner of the room and fall face first into the cushioned surface.

“I miss you, Mom,” I whisper into the pillow before sleep takes me.

Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!

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