Resisting Her Commander Hero
Frankie doesn’t need a hero…But can she fight her attraction to Nate?Paramedic Frankie Bryce is finally over her crush on her late brother’s best friend, ex-Navy SEAL Nate Oliver—but then he returns to their hometown, acting as if she’s still the wild-child teenager he has to protect because he promised her brother he would! Frankie’s all woman now, and she definitely doesn’t need rescuing! The trouble is, this super-sexy hero is impossible to ignore…
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Frankie doesnât need a hero...
But can she fight her attraction to Nate?
Paramedic Frankie Bryce is finally over her crush on her late brotherâs best friend, former navy SEAL Nate Oliverâbut he returns to their hometown acting as if sheâs still the wild child teenager he has to protect (he promised her brother he would!). Frankieâs all woman now, and definitely doesnât need rescuing! Trouble is, this super-sexy hero is impossible to ignore...
With two beautiful daughters, LUCY RYDER has had to curb her adventurous spirit and settle down. But because sheâs easily bored by routine sheâs turned to writing as a creative outlet, and to romances becauseââWhat else is there other than chocolate?â Characterised by friends and family as a romantic cynic, Lucy canât write serious stuff to save her life. She loves creating characters who are funny, romantic and just a little cynical.
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RESISTING HER COMMANDER HERO
© 2018 Bev Riley
Published in Great Britain 2018
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As always, to my family.
Especially my daughters Kate and Ash. You are, and always will be, everything to me.
Contents
âLOWER THE BASKET!â yelled paramedic Francis Abigail Bryce into her headset over the whop-whop-whop of the helicopter hovering a hundred feet overhead. Wind and rain lashed at the ledge on which she was crouched, shielding the fallen climber.
If she slipped it was a long way down and probably wouldnât end well. It wasnât exactly how sheâd envisioned spending her Friday evening but when word had come through from the rangersâ station earlier that a climber had fallen, Frankie had been dispatched to the scene.
Further up the coast from the large seaside town of Port St. Johnâs on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington state, heavy rains had caused a huge landslide and rescue teams were busy digging out survivors. With the storm wreaking havoc on the Juan de Fuca Strait, rescue personnel were stretched to the limit.
Frankie had returned with a few of the injured and then been the lucky candidate in the wrong place at the wrong darn time. Now, instead of providing emergency medical care at the site of the slide, she was clinging to a slick ledge only a few feet wide and a couple hundred feet from certain death because a group had thought it smart to go climbing in torrential rain.
She looked down into the guyâs youthful face and shook her head. Probably a student on spring break, she thought. EMTs were always busy this time of the year, rescuing kids from their own ambitions.
âHang in there, handsome,â she yelled, aware that in the fifteen minutes sheâd been there, heâd been slipping in and out of consciousness. She suspected a ruptured spleen and sheâd already wrapped his leg in an inflatable compression cast.
