
Author LoLo Paige

A little bit about Author LoLo Paige…
This is Author LoLo Paige’s writing and publication journey in her own words…
Inspiration to start writing…

LoLo’s works…
Ignite your senses with the fearless women on the Aurora Fire Crew, who battle raging infernos in Alaska’s untamed wilderness. This heart-pounding suspense series weaves passion, danger, and redemption as these extraordinary wildland firefighters confront personal demons as they fight wildfires. As these brave women work alongside equally courageous men—from daring smokejumpers to seasoned incident commanders—our heroines navigate a world where flames and desires burn equally fierce. Dive into these standalone books to experience the raw beauty of the Land of the Midnight Sun. Series tropes: Workplace romance, alpha male protectors, strong female firefighters, friends to lovers & enemies to lovers, first responders, small towns, life-or-death stakes.
Irish Thunder Blurb
One of LoLo’s favourite scenes from Irish Thunder…
Killian watched her twist fettucine around her fork, then shove it into her mouth. Her eyes caught his, and she dropped her gaze, self-conscious of him watching her.
She’d been dying to ask him. “What’s it like to be a male stripper—I mean, exotic dancer?”
“Stripper. We don’t refer to ourselves as exotic dancers.” He waved his arms comically. “That conjures up snakes and silk and shaking coins on a belly. Stripping is like any other job.”
“I beg to differ.” She snorted. “I mean, isn’t it weird taking your clothes off for women you don’t know?”
“As opposed to women I know?” His eyes flickered while twisting a fork in his pasta. “I don’t just do it for women.”
Curious, Riley scrutinized him. “Do you—swing both ways?”
Killian nearly choked. He swallowed and grinned at his plate. “Not the last time I checked. Women bring boyfriends and husbands to our shows.”
“Do you lap dance them?”
“The boyfriends and husbands?” There was a trace of laughter in his voice.
“No, dummy, the women. Do you give them lap dances?” She truly wanted to know.
He shook his head and dropped his napkin on his plate. A server swooped in to remove it. Killian glanced at his phone and set it face down on the table.
He leaned forward; his expression serious. “Let’s cut to the chase.”
Riley solemnly rested her fork on her plate, her pasta twisting in her stomach.
Oh no, I said something wrong.
She took a stab at a response. “What do you mean? As in sex?”
His brows jumped, and her comment seemed to amuse him. “Why do women invariably jump to that conclusion?”