Resisting Her Rebel Hero
Everyone loves a rebel…The county jail is the last place Dr Cassidy Mahoney expects to be called to when she trades city life for a quiet mountain town. Especially when her patient is notorious national hero turned bad-boy Major Sam Kellan!Sam might have enough testosterone to whip all the women of Crescent Lake into a frenzy, but Cassidy is determined to resist his charms – she can’t risk her heart on another rebel!But with the shadows haunting Sam’s eyes, a scorching hot, unforgettable kiss could lead to more than she’s bargained for…
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Sam’s hand was huge, tanned and broad, with long, skilled fingers that were capable of killing a man, bringing a baby back from the brink of death—and driving a woman out of her mind with pleasure.
The strength of it should have scared Cassidy, but for some strange reason it just felt … right. He felt right. As though her hand had been fashioned to fit perfectly into his.
But that was a dangerous illusion and one she needed to get out of her head. He wasn’t perfect, she reminded herself firmly. He was fighting demons as hard as he fought for his country. The combination wasn’t healthy. For either of them.
Dear Reader
My parents can attest to the fact that I was always a dreamer. At age eight I wanted to be a prima ballerina, but that didn’t pan out because I also loved Westerns and ran around the garden with my brother shooting everything. Then I discovered Julie Andrews and wanted to be just like her. Well, as you can see, that didn’t work out either, but my love of dreaming and weaving fantastical stories in my head finally did.
A few years ago a friend showed me an article in a magazine about a Mills & Boon>® writing competition and urged me to enter. With absolutely nothing to lose, I did. I didn’t win, but imagine my surprise and delight when I received an e-mail from the offices of Mills & Boon>® Medical Romance™ saying they loved my writing style and absolutely adored my characters, Cassidy and Sam—especially Sam. It was a dream come true—or rather coming true.
It’s been a hard slog getting Sam and Cassidy’s story perfected, but with the infinitely patient Flo Nicoll and her expert advice it’s done, and I’m finally able to say, ‘I’m a published author.’ What a thrill! Now my colleagues can stop saying, ‘Why is this taking so long? Shouldn’t you try something else?’ And my daughters can stop rolling their eyes at me and admit I am Queen of the Universe—in our house anyway.
I really hope you enjoy reading about Sam and Cassidy’s struggle to overcome their trust issues and admit they’re perfect for each other. I also hope you enjoy your visit to Crescent Lake, with all its quirky characters. I’ve had such fun with them and hope you do too.
Happy reading!
Lucy
After trying out everything from acting in musicals, singing opera, travelling and writing for a business newspaper, LUCY RYDER finally settled down to have a family and teach at a local community college, where she currently teaches English and Communication. However, she insists that writing is her first love and time spent on it is more pleasure than work.
She currently lives in South Africa, with her crazy dogs and two beautiful teenage daughters. When she’s not driving her daughters around to their afternoon activities, cooking those endless meals or officiating at swim meets, she can be found tapping away at her keyboard, weaving her wild imagination into hot romantic scenes.
RESISTING HER REBEL HERO is Lucy Ryder’s debut title for Mills & Boon>®!
DEDICATION
I couldn’t have done this without my wonderful supportive family—especially my beautiful daughters, Caitlin and Ashleigh. I love you to infinity and beyond.
A special thanks to Dr Jenni Irvine, who started it all, and to Flo Nicoll for seeing something in my writing she liked.
And lastly to my colleagues—ladies, it’s amazing how people bond through complaining.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
THE LAST PLACE Dr. Cassidy Mahoney expected to find herself when she fled the city for a wilderness town deep in the Cascades Mountains was the county jail. She could honestly say it was the first time she’d ever been in one, and with the smell of stale alcohol and something more basically human permeating the air, she hoped it was the last.
And absolutely nothing could have prepared her for him—all six feet four inches of broad shoulders and hard muscles, oozing enough testosterone to choke a roomful of hardened feminists.
Draped languorously over a narrow bunk that clearly couldn’t contain his wide shoulders and long legs, the man lustily sang about a pretty señorita with dark flashing eyes and lips like wine. The old man in the neighboring cell cheerfully sang along, sounding like a rusty engine chugging up a mountain pass while his cellmate snored loudly enough to rattle the small windows set high in the outside wall.
Pausing in the outer doorway, Cassidy felt her eyes widen and wondered if she’d stepped onto a movie set without a script. The entire town of Crescent Lake had turned out to be like something from a movie set and she was still having a hard time believing she wasn’t dreaming.
Quite frankly, even her wildest dreams couldn’t have conjured up being escorted to the sheriff’s office in a police cruiser like a seasoned offender—even to supply medical care to a prisoner.
From somewhere near the back of the holding area a loud voice cursed loudly and yelled at them to “shut the hell up.” Hazel Porter, the tiny woman currently leading Cassidy into the unknown, pushed the door open all the way and gestured for her to follow.
