Okay, I have to take a break from mentioning what's going on during my favorite shows to completely toot my horn over making apple butter for the first time and having it turn out totally awesome! Seriously, if it passes the man and kids test, it's pretty much a 'write it down for posterity' kind of deal. LOL
Tonight's post is from Baring Skin and my main characters keep revealing parts of themselves, which builds a lot of tension between them. It's actually been a lot of fun to write. :D
Here's the tagline:
Rachel Maddox and Jack Luthor work together and avoid acting on their attraction, until they catch each other in compromising positions. But when they do finally hook up they have to decide if they can maintain their professionalism on the job or start looking for a place to transfer.
And a snippety peek…
"Why don't medics get combat pay?" Rachel dragged the restraints around the thrashing woman on the cot.
Jack snorted. "Where's the fun in that? The adrenaline rush is supposed to be the fringe benefit here, Rach." He strapped the lady's legs down and stepped back.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Right. How could I forget?" When she turned to get up in the back of the ambulance, the woman reached out and grasped Rachel's sleeve in a strong grip, her eyes wild with fear.
Rachel placed her hand over the woman's. "We're going to get you loaded up, now. Hold on."
The woman shook her head. "No, no. Don't wanna go nowhere. Let me go."
Jack stepped in and tried to loosen their patient's grip, but she only got more insistent, tugging so hard on Rachel's sleeve, it ripped at the seam. Jack secured the woman's wrists.
Rachel used a brisk, but firm tone. "Ma'am, you have to calm down. We're taking you to Mercy Med Center." Climbing up in the back of the rig, she ignored the hanging fabric until she finished helping Jack get the cot loaded.
She and Jack ignored the loud protests coming from their patient. They'd treated her self-inflicted wounds, but couldn't do more than splint the broken ankle.
Once they started for the hospital, Rachel grabbed her shears and handed them to Jack. "Cut the rest off. It'll drive me nuts and get in the way." She lifted her arm so he'd have better access.
He sliced what little remained away and slid the sleeve down her arm. "Rough day and it's our first call."
Rachel snorted. "My gut says it's gonna be one of those up and down roller coaster shifts." She shot him a sideways glance. "Be ready for anything."
Jack adjusted the drip on their patient's IV. "Always am."
Rachel had the distinct impression Jack would be proven wrong before the twenty-four work day ended.
And things pretty much escalate from this moment. LOL Jack thinks he's ready for any and all things, but Rachel will prove him wrong.
That's it for this week. Happy reading.