One helluva ride full of surprises and landed Sarah Grimm firmly on my One-Click-Addiction List one lust filled paged at a time.-- Bookworm Bettie's
If this is your first Sarah Grimm novel, it will not be your last. I know I willbe seeking out the first title in this series, "After Midnight." -- Affaire de Coeur
Midnight Heat by Sarah Grimm is as heartbreaking as it is sensually hot. -- Tome Tender
From the Inside Flap
"Forty-year-old male MVC victim," the medic shouted as he and his partnerpushed the stretcher through the doors and into the emergency department. "SUVversus semi. SUV rolled multiple times before stopping to land on its passengerside."
Adrenaline surged through Dr. Rebecca Dahlman's system, revving her pulse,pushing away the fatigue of an overly long shift. It worked better than thehalf pot of coffee she'd already consumed.
"Upon arrival at the scene, patient was unresponsive. We were able to get thec-collar on him right away, but had to wait for the Jaws of Life to extricate."
Gown and gloves in place, Rebecca ran her gaze over the unconscious manstrapped to the backboard with orange belts as they swung into room one andtransferred him to the ER's gurney. Her team, already assembled in the traumaroom, moved efficiently around the patient, cutting off his clothes with traumashears, starting large bore IVs and getting vital signs.
The medic continued feeding her pertinent information as she began herassessment. "Blood pressure is one-twenty over seventy-five, pulse ninety-five.Pulse ox is one hundred percent on room air. Pupils--dilated, equal, andreactive."
The guy was a mess. Blood covered his face, soaked the left side of his headand shoulder of his shirt. He had a laceration on his left upper arm; deepenough to require sutures, and some bruises were already beginning to form athis left shoulder and right hip from the seatbelt doing its job of holding himin place. Even more troubling was the bruise forming on his right side, a signof rib trauma. Ribs weren't the only common injuries from impact with thecenter console. The ones she couldn't see were what caused her the mostconcern.
"I want an ultrasound of the abdomen," Rebecca stated automatically as sheshifted closer and listened to her patient's chest. Lungs clear,respirations even and non-labored, heart tones audible not muffled and noabnormal rhythm. Good, no internal chest trauma. She looped her stethoscopearound her neck and leaned in, searching the man's scalp for head trauma. "Getme a cross-table C-spine, chest and pelvis x-ray. Draw a full trauma panel,type and cross, and a urine tox screen."
Karmen Williams, Rebecca's best friend and charge nurse for the night, pulledthe man's wallet from the pile of clothes on the floor. "Rebecca."
Directly above his left ear Rebecca uncovered the source of all the blood.Pushing her fingers into his hair, she palpated the injury site. The wound immediatelybegan to bleed again. "No skull fracture that I can detect."
"I'll want a CT scan of the head and neck."
"Rebecca." Karmen's voice was tight and pulled her attention. "It's Dominic."
For a moment, a heartbeat really, the words didn't make sense. Then, she lookedcloser at the lifeless man on the gurney. As if in slow motion, Rebecca draggedher gaze up the torso, locked it onto the face partially hidden behind long,blood-soaked black hair. Her breath snagged in her throat and she froze, theecho of her pulse beating in her ears. It was a struggle to keep her handsteady as she pushed his wavy hair away from his face and focused on his mouth,those lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top, the thin, straightnose.
"Stud," she whispered, her voice torn.
His eyes were closed, ringed in thick black lashes. Were they open they wouldbe the color of the sky just after a cleansing rain.
Her world tilted.
No. It couldn't be. This wasn't him. Dominic didn't have a goatee or a scaracross his right clavicle. Dominic wasn't in California, he was in London. Safein London.
Not unconscious and bleeding in the middle of her ER.