DO. NOT. GO. THERE.
A recent mission gone wrong sees him seeking refuge at his cabin in the Adirondack wilderness, a place where he goes to deal with the things he has to do as part of his job.
Dr. Maggie O’Brien, Senior Trauma Surgeon at Hillview hospital, New York is dedicated to saving the lives of her patients, leaving her little time for anything resembling a personal life.
When it comes to love she has one belief.
NO. TIME. FOR. THAT.
A work related crisis sees her fleeing New York for the seclusion of the Adirondacks where her burnt-out body and weary soul crave solitude .
The last thing John Sullivan wants whilst he tries to deal with the emotional aftermath of his last mission is the distraction of a fiery red-head with curves that would tempt a saint.
The last thing Maggie O’Brien wants as she finally takes some time to examine her life is to deal with her body’s unwanted response to the bossy, over-bearing man who rescued her in the woods and who drives her crazy in every way.
Soon, though, each realizes the other may not be what they want but what they need.
However, ghosts from the past and shocking events from the present shake John to his core and lead him to make a fateful decision that may just cause him to lose the woman he loves, forever.
A soft chuckle was all she got in reply and another lick accompanied by what seemed like a sniff.
Oh just my luck, Maggie thought to herself, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with car trouble and a lick-freak.
“Okay mister,” she announced, “you lick my leg one more time and I’ll come out from underneath this car and split your head open with this tire iron.”
Her bravado was rewarded with a laugh this time and annoyance flashed through her. The fact she didn’t have a tire iron or that the guy could be standing there with a gun, hence his laughter, didn’t occur to her as she wriggled furiously out from underneath the car. A trickle of fear did, however, wind its way down her spine as her eyes fell on one of the biggest men she had ever seen. Beside him sat what she now guessed was the source of the licks.
Róisín Black comes from the West of Ireland, a place where storytelling is a way of life. She’s a dreamer, a wanderer and a writer. In amongst extensive wandering and dreaming she has managed to carve out a successful career as a journalist, hold-down a marriage, produce two amazing children and spend her time with some pretty cool dogs. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia.