When Caleb, a badly wounded shifter is admitted to the hospital, young curvy nurse Ali has no idea what to think of this mysterious patient.
After helping him escape, she finds herself inextricably caught up in his plans for revenge against his former Pack.
Will the wild ride ahead be too hot and dangerous for her to handle?
***Excerpt***
The next night I showed up at the hospital to be greeted with some surprising news. The patient had woken up... moreWhen Caleb, a badly wounded shifter is admitted to the hospital, young curvy nurse Ali has no idea what to think of this mysterious patient.
After helping him escape, she finds herself inextricably caught up in his plans for revenge against his former Pack.
Will the wild ride ahead be too hot and dangerous for her to handle?
***Excerpt***
The next night I showed up at the hospital to be greeted with some surprising news. The patient had woken up. He was completely lucid and coherent, but not very talkative. He seemed unable to remember his name or anything related to his personal identity. When asked about the events that had landed him unconscious in a hospital bed, he had no answers.
I was told all of this second hand by a nurse who worked the shift before me. She said the man didn’t seem unfriendly, but that he seemed to be hiding something. She had a feeling that he wasn’t being completely forthright with the doctors. When I asked her what made her think this, she told me she didn’t know, that she could just sort of sense it. I knew I’d get a chance later in the night to form my own opinion, but frankly I was in no rush to enter the room. Things had been strange enough when he’d been unconscious, who knew what it might be like to speak with him.
I made my rounds, checking on my other patients, but was soon alerted to Room 340. The heart rate monitor was setting off a red light in the nurse’s station. I went in to check on the man and found him sitting up in bed, his chest bare as he pulled off the nodes of his Holter monitor. “What are you doing?” I asked in a stern tone. “You have to keep that on.”
“I’m leaving,” he said, pulling each node off one by one.
“No you’re not,” I said, pushing him back down on the bed. “The doctors need to keep a close eye on you.”
I saw a dangerous look enter his eyes after I’d pushed him down. He lay back in the bed, but I had the feeling he might spring up again at any second, knocking me to the floor and running out of the hospital. There was something wild in his eyes. He didn’t look like a man who’d been nearly killed; he seemed to be teeming with life, health, and vitality. He certainly no longer looked like a man who should be in a hospital.
I placed my hand on his chest as I re-attached the nodes of his heart rate monitor. I felt a little shock when I touched him, a sort of electric tingling that made my own body come alive, feeling more vibrant. I looked into his face, studying it for a second, as if unsure what to make of him.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Nurse Page,” I said, politely, still fiddling with his heart rate monitor.
“I mean your first name,” he said.
I gave him a glare.
“Alison,” I said. “People call me Ali around here.”
“Mine’s Caleb.”
I tensed up, stopping what I was doing to look at him.
“I thought you couldn’t remember your name. I thought you couldn’t remember anything.”
“It just came back to me,” he said casually.
I hesitated, but thought better about challenging him on this. “Have you remembered anything else?”
“No, not really.”
“So you still don’t know what happened to you?”
“No,” he said. He seemed to be speaking earnestly, but I had no way of really knowing. But there was still something I needed an explanation for.
“Why were you trying to leave?” I asked, attempting to be nonchalant.
“I don’t know. I just wanted to,” he said.
Nothing about this seemed right. Suddenly, I felt my heart beating faster again, my pulse pounding and my blood getting hot.
“I don’t believe you,” I blurted out. “You’re lying about something.”
“No, really. I don’t know why I was trying to leave. I just don’t like hospitals.”
“No, you’re lying. There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“Close the door,” he said.
“No,” I said sternly.
“Close it.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but his tone let me know that I had to obey him – or else. I walked over and shut the door, leaning my body up against it, wanting to stay as far away from him as possi less
