Lieutenant John Sullivan of the U.S. Navy SEALs is used to control in all things and especially when it comes to love. He has one rule.
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.
The thought then occurred to her if she couldn’t get a cab from his place then where did he mean for her to go? The wind blew her hair off her face and the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning.
Good God, she thought to herself, he means for me to stay at his place. Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no……. she told herself and turned towards her car.
“Ahem,” John cleared his throat, “I don’t mean to put you under any pressure or anything but there’s the tiny matter of a storm coming, so whatever it is you are thinking of doing could you maybe hurry up and do it. If you’re coming with me then we need to start moving.”
Maggie ignored him, opened the car door and grabbed her phone out of her bag. She looked at Mr. Impatience and asked him if he happened to know the number of the local cab company.
“518 357 3391,” John rattled off.
Maggie punched in the numbers and brought the phone to her ear.
John smiled, this wouldn’t take long.
Seconds later a very annoyed red-haired female shook her phone like it simply needed clearing of some sort of blockage and pressed re-dial.
“What the…” Maggie started to say as realization dawned on her. She looked at the man opposite her who, yet again, was smiling! He really was starting to get on her already frayed nerves.
“You knew that didn’t you?” she accused him.
“Yep,” he admitted, nodding his head slowly.
“Where is the nearest cell phone signal?” she clipped at him.
“A few miles that way,” he said, his thumb pointing in the opposite direction to where he said he was going.
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.