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Megalodon Team: Harrier’s Healer BlurbRule abiding Naval doctor Alexis Rogets, was fazed by one thing only. The blond commander that she had met two years previous. He owned her dreams. If only all dreams could become reality. But, rules were rules.
Navy SEAL Scott Leighton hadn’t been able to get the toffee skinned Venus out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her curvaceous body and her siren-like tiger-eye eyes. He knew she was the one…the only one for him the moment they touched. Just like he knows, some rules were made to be broken.
From the Pacific to the Atlantic to Hong Kong and back, Alexis fights her growing attraction while he fights to have a chance.
Well he wasn’t a SEAL for nothing, Scott is determined to make her realize that their destinies are intertwined. She needed him and he—well, she is after all…
HARRIER’S HEALER
Excerpt from Harrier's Healer
He blinked as he realized she was staring at him, waiting for a response. “I’m sorry, what?” I sound like a moron! he thought ruefully.
“I said you need to take off your shirt. There is a deep tear and I want to evaluate whether or not you require stitches,” she informed him in a crisp and professional voice.
His eyes blazed with a heat that could have burned a hole right into the hull of the ship. “Sure, just a sec.” He began to remove his shirt and couldn’t stop the hiss of pain that slipped out from between his teeth.
Her fingers were there, brushing his out of the way as she searched. “Hang on, let me look.” A couple of noncommittal murmurs left her mouth and went straight into his ears, traveling quickly to his groin. “This needs stitches.” She turned her head and their faces were inches apart.
The busy room seemed to fade away into silence as their twin gazes bore into each other. It would take nothing to lean in and taste her lips, but Alexis pulled her head back abruptly. “Take it off,” she ordered in a brisk tone.
One eyebrow, covered with paint, arched as he said, “What?”
“Your shirt. Take it off and I will clean the wound and get someone to stitch you up,” she elaborated insistently.
Oh, hell no! I am not about to let you weasel your way out of looking at or touching my body! “I want you…” That damn hesitation again, “To do it.”
“Why me? There are plenty of corpsmen who can stitch a wound just fine. There are other people in here hurt worse than you.”
“I remember how well you took care of Cade on the carrier in the Caribbean.”
He and his men had just rescued his second-in-command and best friend Tyson Kincade, along with his wife Jayde, from the mountains of Belize. Her previous duty had been on that aircraft carrier; now she was here in a different ocean and still making him tremble. “Very well,” she said reluctantly.
Scott quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not scared of touching me are you, Alexis?” his deep tone purred.
“I said you need to take off your shirt. There is a deep tear and I want to evaluate whether or not you require stitches,” she informed him in a crisp and professional voice.
His eyes blazed with a heat that could have burned a hole right into the hull of the ship. “Sure, just a sec.” He began to remove his shirt and couldn’t stop the hiss of pain that slipped out from between his teeth.
Her fingers were there, brushing his out of the way as she searched. “Hang on, let me look.” A couple of noncommittal murmurs left her mouth and went straight into his ears, traveling quickly to his groin. “This needs stitches.” She turned her head and their faces were inches apart.
The busy room seemed to fade away into silence as their twin gazes bore into each other. It would take nothing to lean in and taste her lips, but Alexis pulled her head back abruptly. “Take it off,” she ordered in a brisk tone.
One eyebrow, covered with paint, arched as he said, “What?”
“Your shirt. Take it off and I will clean the wound and get someone to stitch you up,” she elaborated insistently.
Oh, hell no! I am not about to let you weasel your way out of looking at or touching my body! “I want you…” That damn hesitation again, “To do it.”
“Why me? There are plenty of corpsmen who can stitch a wound just fine. There are other people in here hurt worse than you.”
“I remember how well you took care of Cade on the carrier in the Caribbean.”
He and his men had just rescued his second-in-command and best friend Tyson Kincade, along with his wife Jayde, from the mountains of Belize. Her previous duty had been on that aircraft carrier; now she was here in a different ocean and still making him tremble. “Very well,” she said reluctantly.
Scott quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not scared of touching me are you, Alexis?” his deep tone purred.
