Mark Delaney

In New York City, the city that never sleeps, someone’s always got to be awake to keep it from burning down. That’s where the blue-collar professionals come in—the men and women who keep the lights on, the trash gone, and the fires out. Among these unsung heroes is Mark Delaney, a firefighter with over three decades of service and more stories than most people’s grandfathers. At fifty-five years young—because calling him “old” earns you a lecture about “back in his day”—Mark has seen it all: blazing infernos, cats in trees, exploding toasters, and one very memorable bachelor party gone wrong involving a hot tub and a fog machine. Mark isn’t slowing down, not even a little. He’s the kind of guy who still runs into a burning building like it owes him money. He swears by black coffee, thick mustaches, and the idea that duct tape can fix almost anything. But lately, his station’s been running a little differently. Why? Because his daughter, Jessica Marie Delaney, decided firefighting was the family business. Jessica’s twenty-something, fearless, and sharp-tongued enough to make grown men reconsider their life choices. She’s got her dad’s stubborn streak, her mother’s patience (which Mark insists skipped him entirely), and a reputation for doing the job twice as fast just to prove she can. Together, the two Delaneys make quite the pair—half sitcom, half action movie. Between Mark’s “back in my day” rants and Jessica’s relentless eye-rolls, their firehouse feels like a family reunion that never ends—complete with smoke alarms, sirens, and the occasional flaming dumpster. In the city that never sleeps, the Delaneys make sure it doesn’t burn down either.