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One Night with the Army Doc
By Traci Douglass
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 256 Pages
August 1st 2018 by Harlequin Medical RomanceIs one night enough…
To convince her to stay?
Traveling to Alaska to film the latest episode of her TV show is just what brilliant diagnostician Dr. Molly Flynn needs. It’s the perfect escape from her family’s expectations. Until she clashes with privacy-loving former army doc Jacob Ryder over her patient’s care! Only, as friction turns into flirtation, can Molly trust that Jake sees the real her and loves her—just the way she is?
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EXCERPT:
A man stalked over, his gray eyes sparkling with fury, his impressive build only adding to his imposing presence. “The cops are supposed to keep any rubberneckers away.”
Molly looked around to see who he was scolding and realized, too late, that it was her.
“Get out.” He stood at least a foot taller than her. And from the top of his dark brown hair to the tips of his black work boots the guy looked every inch the alpha protector. “Before you get hurt.”
“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
She did her best to stand tall and forget about the fact this man was movie-star handsome. Even with the beard. Molly had never gone for the lumberjack look before, but he made her seriously reconsider her life choices.
“The cop back there said I should ask for Jake.”
His gaze narrowed. “Who told you that?”
“Officer Bentz.” She pointed in the direction of her Range Rover. “I’m a doctor. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? I have a—”
“We’re ready,” said another guy. He was dressed in an EMT uniform, African American, maybe mid-thirties, and was calling from near the crash site. “Time to quit flirting and start working.”
Her gaze darted from the wreck to the scowling hunk before her.
Flirting? With me?
If glares and glowers were this man’s idea of how to attract women, it was entirely possible she’d finally met someone who was worse than her in social situations.
“Excuse me.” Molly started to move around him, only to be stopped by his hand on her arm. Never mind the warmth spreading through her bloodstream, or the zing of awareness crackling like fireworks. Verbal sparring was one thing. Unwanted contact was another. Outrage stormed through her and Molly tried to shake off his grip. “Let go of me.”
“You need to wait over there.” The first responder pointed toward the area beyond the yellow crime scene tape, his rigid posture and stern expression obviously meant to wither any defiance. He was a man who was used to being obeyed—that much was obvious.
Molly squared her shoulders and glared. “And you need to remove your hand before I remove it for you. Permanently.”
The man’s eyes widened slightly and a hint of admiration ghosted across his features. Before Molly could dwell on it longer, however, he released her, crossing his muscled arms across his broad chest.
“Fine. Stay at your own risk. I have work to do.”
With that, the hunk jogged back to the wreck and joined the other man inside the half- crushed SUV. Soon they’d removed a small boy from the front passenger seat, stabilized his neck with a brace, then slid him onto a waiting body board before repeating the same with a woman.
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EXCERPT:
A man stalked over, his gray eyes sparkling with fury, his impressive build only adding to his imposing presence. “The cops are supposed to keep any rubberneckers away.”
Molly looked around to see who he was scolding and realized, too late, that it was her.
“Get out.” He stood at least a foot taller than her. And from the top of his dark brown hair to the tips of his black work boots the guy looked every inch the alpha protector. “Before you get hurt.”
“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
She did her best to stand tall and forget about the fact this man was movie-star handsome. Even with the beard. Molly had never gone for the lumberjack look before, but he made her seriously reconsider her life choices.
“The cop back there said I should ask for Jake.”
His gaze narrowed. “Who told you that?”
“Officer Bentz.” She pointed in the direction of her Range Rover. “I’m a doctor. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? I have a—”
“We’re ready,” said another guy. He was dressed in an EMT uniform, African American, maybe mid-thirties, and was calling from near the crash site. “Time to quit flirting and start working.”
Her gaze darted from the wreck to the scowling hunk before her.
Flirting? With me?
If glares and glowers were this man’s idea of how to attract women, it was entirely possible she’d finally met someone who was worse than her in social situations.
“Excuse me.” Molly started to move around him, only to be stopped by his hand on her arm. Never mind the warmth spreading through her bloodstream, or the zing of awareness crackling like fireworks. Verbal sparring was one thing. Unwanted contact was another. Outrage stormed through her and Molly tried to shake off his grip. “Let go of me.”
“You need to wait over there.” The first responder pointed toward the area beyond the yellow crime scene tape, his rigid posture and stern expression obviously meant to wither any defiance. He was a man who was used to being obeyed—that much was obvious.
Molly squared her shoulders and glared. “And you need to remove your hand before I remove it for you. Permanently.”
The man’s eyes widened slightly and a hint of admiration ghosted across his features. Before Molly could dwell on it longer, however, he released her, crossing his muscled arms across his broad chest.
“Fine. Stay at your own risk. I have work to do.”
With that, the hunk jogged back to the wreck and joined the other man inside the half- crushed SUV. Soon they’d removed a small boy from the front passenger seat, stabilized his neck with a brace, then slid him onto a waiting body board before repeating the same with a woman.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Traci Douglass writes fiction bursting with romance and action, usually mixed with a healthy portion of fantasy, urban edge and/or snark. Her stories feature sizzling heroes with quick wits and dark pasts and smart, independent heroines who always give as good as they get.
She’s an active member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA), and the International Thriller Writers (ITW), and holds a Master of Fine Arts Degree in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University.
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