We’re welcoming Traci Douglass back today with an excerpt from her debut Medical Romance, One Night with the Army Doc. Enjoy!! Traci will be joining us in a regular blog spot in the next few months.
Is it enough to convince her to stay…?
Filming the latest episode of her TV show, diagnostician Dr Molly Flynn clashes with privacy-loving ex-army doc Jacob Ryder! But as friction turns into flirtation does she dare believe they might have a future…together?
“I’m surprised you came here to Alaska,” Jake said finally, after pulling a black “Anchorage Mercy” T-shirt over his head. The clothes helped, covering all that forbidden flesh. “Doesn’t your network usually prefer more glitzy locations?”
“MedStar thought a sports star case would draw in more viewers, so here I am.”
“That simple, huh?”
“That simple.” Molly wiped her face on her towel then slung it around her neck, her nerve endings on high alert with him sitting so close. “Why are you so against the media?”
“I was raised to keep my head down and stay humble. Doing good should be its own reward. And I’ve had some bad experiences with reporters in the past.”
Jake leaned against the wall beside her, his arm brushing Molly’s and sending a fresh explosion of sparks through her system.
“So… Molly Flynn. Daughter of the famous Roger Flynn?”
She cringed, staring across the empty gym. “Yes.”
“We spent a whole semester in medical school studying his suture techniques.”
She gave a derisive snort and he narrowed his gaze, his expression thoughtful.
“Must be hard, living up to that kind of perfectionism.”
“You have no idea.” Head lowered, Molly poked the toe of her running shoe into the car- pet. “Everything in my household was performance-based. Everything.”
“Ouch. I’m sorry.”
Outside, the world might be pure chaos, but in here with him all seemed oddly private and safe. But cracks were appearing in the logical wall she’d built to keep him away—the one that told her touching him, tasting him, would be wrong. Jake was so close now that Molly could see the tiny flecks of gold in his stormy gray eyes, and all her practical ideas and reasons evaporated.
“For what must have been a tough childhood,” he said, his voice gentle, husky as he leaned closer still.
She didn’t move away. “It wasn’t like I was abused or anything.”
“No.” His gaze lowered to her mouth. “But I bet you weren’t nurtured either.”
“Nurtured?” The invisible cord between them tightened, the word squeezing Molly’s heart like an embrace. “N-no. I wasn’t.”
“Such a pity…” Jake frowned, his lips hovering over hers for a brief second before capturing them in a light kiss.
Warning bells clanged in the back of Molly’s mind, telling her this was happening too fast. Telling her she’d only be hurt by this man who saw too much, who fought as fiercely for what he believed in as she did. But instead of pushing Jake away Molly twined her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, craving his taste more than she craved her next breath.
Jake groaned low and slipped one hand around her waist while the other cupped the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. Molly opened her lips, welcoming the gentle sweep of his tongue and his minty, sweet flavor. It was nice and wonderful and…
Cursing, Jake pulled away and grabbed the cell phone clipped to the waistband of his shorts, blinking down at the screen with a frown. “Sorry. I’ve got a critically ill patient in the ICU. He’s stabilized enough to get a CT scan. They’re taking him now.”