Rescue Me

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CHERRY ADAIR

“Tropical Heat”

When Dr. Elizabeth Goodall is kidnapped and held captive in the African jungle, her only hope for rescue is counterterrorist operative Sam Pelton. But to escape from a brutal warlord, they must confront a powerful attraction that could prove more treacherous than the wilds of the jungle…

LORA LEIGH

“Atlanta Heat”

Em Delaney has wanted bad-boy Macey March for as long as she can ...

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Overview

CHERRY ADAIR

“Tropical Heat”

When Dr. Elizabeth Goodall is kidnapped and held captive in the African jungle, her only hope for rescue is counterterrorist operative Sam Pelton. But to escape from a brutal warlord, they must confront a powerful attraction that could prove more treacherous than the wilds of the jungle…

LORA LEIGH

“Atlanta Heat”

Em Delaney has wanted bad-boy Macey March for as long as she can remember. But as a Navy SEAL under the command of her overprotective godfather, Macey is off-limits to Em…until a kidnapping attempt forces them to share tantalizingly close quarters—and a forbidden desire.

CINDY GERARD

“Desert Heat”

Assistant D.A. Elena Martinez never wanted to fall for police detective Seth King. When they are teamed up on a charity hike in the Grand Canyon, however, their chemistry sizzles under the desert sun. But a vengeful drug lord is determined not to let them survive the canyon with their lives—and love—intact…

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"Hot weather and hot sex steam up these three action-filled, suspenseful stories." - RT Book Reviews
 
"Riveting suspense and out-of-control desires are perfectly combined in Rescue Me, where unanticipated escapades and unspoken yearnings abound." - Single Titles

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312948429
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/1/2008
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 290,028
  • Product dimensions: 4.30 (w) x 6.68 (h) x 1.19 (d)

Meet the Author

CHERRY ADAIR writes New York Times bestselling action-adventure romance novels, including her T-FLAC series about counter-terrorism operatives. In 2005, she won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award for Romantic Suspense. Cherry used to work as an interior designer, and her favorite part of the writing process is the decorating stage, what she calls “the minutia of the last tweak, the last spit polish before sending it off to my editor.” Born in Cape Town, South Africa, she lives with her husband David in their dream home in the Pacific Northwest.
 
CINDY GERARD is a New York Times bestselling author of many contemporary romance novels including To the Brink, To the Edge, To the Limit, Over the Line, Under the Wire, and Into the Dark (all available from St. Martin’s Press). She is also the author of the Black Ops, Inc. series, every one of which has appeared on the New York Times top 20 list. Along with numerous industry award nominations, Cindy is the recipient of The National Reader’s Choice Award and two-time winner of Romance Writers of America’s coveted RITA Award.
 
LORA LEIGH is the author of Live Wire, Forbidden Pleasure, and Enigma, among many others. Writing is her passion, her peace, and her lifeline, and she can often be found daydreaming and plotting and planning with the varied characters that fill her imagination. When she isn’t writing, she tends her flower gardens, watches horses romp outside her home, or spends time with the family and pets she fills her life with. She lives in the rolling hills of Kentucky.

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Chapter One

Huren Congo Basin Central Africa

THE BRILLIANT LIGHTS of the operating room glinted off the scalpel being held to Dr. Elizabeth Goodall’s slender throat.

Flat on his belly in the main air-conditioning duct directly above them, Sam Pelton aimed his Sig Sauer between the soldier’s expressionless eyes. The state-of-the-art, multi-million-dollar operating room wouldn’t have been unusual if it had been in a large hospital in a major city anywhere in the world. But this OR was smack in the middle of the jungles of Central Africa.

"Obviously I was brought all this way for a reason," Beth was saying a little desperately. "Just tell me why. There’s no need to threaten me with the scalpel." When she got nothing more than a blank stare, she dragged in a deep breath, held it, then let it out slowly. "Who’s in charge? You?" she asked the guy with the blade.

Yeah. I’d like to see the asshole in charge, too, Sam thought, watching them through the small holes he’d pierced in the metal duct. This top-secret compound, deep in the Huren jungle, belonged to President Sipho Nkemidilm. What was so damn urgent that he’d had a prominent physician kidnapped from a bustling metropolitan hotel and flown thousands of miles to his hidden compound?

Something big. The compound was crawling with heavily armed, camo-clad soldiers. More of them than had been reported here a week ago. It didn’t bother Sam that there were twenty trained soldiers in residence. Twenty to one weren’t insurmountable odds. He had an arsenal of weapons on him, and a heavier pack, fully equipped, concealed several clicks away in the jungle. Another smaller pack was hidden just outside the compound. He was loaded for bear, with the skills and determination to use either his weapons, or whatever else was at hand. Whatever it took to expedite this rescue mission.

One of the men shoved a handful of blue fabric at Beth’s midsection. It drifted to the floor as she made no move to accept it, and instead, glanced around the brightly lit room without moving her head. "Does anyone here speak English?" she asked with admirable calm.

They didn’t. Or pretended they didn’t.

Her red-gold hair, pulled up in its customary simple ponytail, was disheveled, and her amber freckles stood out in sharp relief on her pale skin. Her eyes flickered between the man holding her at blade-point and the threestony-faced,AK-47-wielding soldiers flanking her.

Two more uniforms were stationed at the door. A seventh man, presumably the anesthesiologist, stood hunch-shouldered and mute at the head of the operating table, clearly trying to make himself as unobtrusive as possible.

Wasn’t going to save his sorry ass. Sam was ready, willing, and freaking able to blow the place to smithereens at the first opportunity. Once he had Beth. Once she was safe. Dropping down now, guns blazing, while personally satisfying, might get her killed. That was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

The son of a bitch with the scalpel at her throat would be the first to die.

They’d snatched the wrong doctor. His doctor, goddamn it. At least that’s what Sam believed. Beth was a general practitioner, and while he, and the entire town of Brandon, Montana, thought she was extra special, as far as he knew she didn’t have any more skills than the several hundred other GPs in attendance at the symposium she’d been attending in Cape Town. He suspected the tangos thought they’d snatched plastic surgeon Lynne Randall. And the second they realized their mistake, Beth would be dead.

And before they killed her she’d be begging to be dead faster.

He had to get her the hell out of here sooner than ASAP. People said Sam Pelton didn’t have a nerve in his body, that ice water ran in his veins. But right now he was as scared as he’d ever been. Everything was different about this op because Beth was in the center of it.

Scalpel-dick jerked his head, indicating that one of the men pick up what Sam presumed were scrubs. The pulse at the base of Beth’s throat pounded her stress level, yet she still refused to accept the clothing. Her sangfroid was remarkable. But that was Beth. Always cool, calm and collected.

That’s it. Keep your head, sweetheart. I’m right here.

Ignore the scalpel indenting her skin, Sam told himself savagely. Ignore the way her fear, and the stark white lights, leeched all the color from her face. Ignore the smudges under her eyes. Ignore the rapid pulse hammering in the hollow of her damp throat.

Ignore, God damn it, the fucking scalpel pressed to her carotid.

To do his job, he had to block Beth from his mind. Since he hadn’t been able to do that for the past two years, it wasn’t easy. He managed to do it anyway.

She swallowed hard, and the scalpel left a razor-thin line of blood on her neck. Right where Sam had been craving to kiss her for months. And that was the last fucking time he’d resist the impulse to kiss her. As soon as he had her out of here, and it was safe enough to do so, he was going to kiss Beth like she’d never been kissed before. To hell with restraint. To hell with waiting.

Instead of freaking out, she reached up and gently tried to push the man’s hand away from her throat. With the slight shift in angle, the thin blade cut a red line between her thumb and forefinger. She cried out, making a big production so all the soldiers could see the blood.

Christ. Had she done that on purpose?

There was much frantic debate in Hureni as they tried to figure out what to do. Her injury clearly scared the crap out of them. They’d wanted to scare her, they had no problem cutting her in small increments, but the injury to her hand had them in a panic. Beth had called their bluff.

She curled her fingers tightly into her palm, then cradled her bleeding hand against her chest. Blood stained her skin, shocking and redder than any blood Sam could remember. Maybe because Beth’s skin was so pale. Hell. Maybe because this was Beth. His Beth.

Using every bit of control and all of his training, he clenched his teeth until his jaw ached. He might not be killing any of them, but he was counting the minutes and choreographing every move.

"I’m not resisting," she said, her voice, to someone who had studied her for months, slightly uneven. "I’m not fighting. There’s no need to hurt me again. Call whoever’s in charge and we ca—"

Her words were cut off with a choked scream as the man grabbed her hair, using her sassy ponytail as a handle, yanking her head back, leaving her arched throat naked and vulnerable.

Light glinted off the blade as he yelled his displeasure, his angry spit splattering her face.

Sam’s heart did a double tap as the scalpel carved another thin red line on the smooth skin, this time her cheek. Three goddamn strikes and you’re out, dick. Cool it, he told himself, almost jumping out of his skin with the need to act.

Now.

But his training told him that while the guy was cutting Beth, the cuts were small and not life-threatening. Not to Beth. To the guy making them, it was a death sentence. The son of a bitch wasn’t going to kill her, Sam rationalized, sweat beading his brow. The grunt with the scalpel wasn’t high enough up the food chain for one thing, and for another, someone had brought a doctor here for a specific purpose. Hopefully he’d find out the who and why before Scalpel-dick got any more aggressive with that blade and he was forced to kill him sooner rather than later.

Intel had reported that Nkemidilm wasn’t in residence. He was off with his troops fighting the Mallaruzi on Huren’s western border. Huren was also in the middle of a bloody, and extremely violent, civil war. The body count was sky high. Nkemidilm was a megalomaniacal sadist and was fighting with damn well everyone in and out of his country. He’d trained in Russia, his army carried American-made weapons, and he had absolutely no regard for human life. His allies were no better.

The cold air blasting around Sam did nothing to cool his temper nor did it dispel the fear churning in his gut as he watched the tableau beneath his hiding place.

Nervous perspiration made Beth’s creamy skin look dewy, touchable. They’d let her remove the jacket to her black pantsuit, and her long-sleeved pink blouse was half untucked, sticking to her skin and smeared with dirt and blood. Even mussed she was sexy. She should be back home in Montana in her small clinic, dispensing suckers to damp-eyed kids and wearing the all-encompassing white coat of her profession. And giving him a hard time.

He’d tried talking her out of attending the medical symposium in Cape Town when they’d "accidentally" bumped into each other at the bank two weeks ago. South Africa was a country in flux. Not safe for tourists just yet, and counted as one of the most dangerous places in the world. Yet in spite of, or because of his warnings, she’d gone anyway.

Who’d taken Beth, and what the hell did they want with her? No. Not Beth. Dr. Lynne Randall. All Dr. Randall, safely sequestered in a local safe-house, could tell them was that Beth had gone upstairs to pick up some notes for her. Beth had been snatched moments after entering Randall’s room.

Thank God his people in the Cape had been smart enough to squash the story from the press. None of the bad guys knew they’d kidnapped the wrong woman.

"If no one in charge is coming, then I’m—"

One of the soldiers answered in Hureni. Sam didn’t speak the language, and clearly neither did Beth.

Just her eyes moved as she addressed the anesthetist standing across the room. "Do you speak English?"

He gave her a blank stare and her attention returned to the man with the blade at her throat, who was still yelling at her. "I have no idea what you’re saying," she told him crisply, raising her voice just enough to get his attention. Her hand must have hurt like hell, but she wasn’t paying it any attention.

Scalpel-dick yelled louder, inches from her face. Louder didn’t mean she could comprehend him any better.

The door opened and he shut up like a tap being turned off. The rest of the soldiers in the room snapped to, straight-backed, weapons at the ready-attention. Sam already had the Sig aimed at the potential new danger.

His heart skittered.

Shit.

The Butcher. Tau Thadiwe.

The terrorist was currently on every country’s Capture Dead or Alive list. Six feet seven inches of solid muscle, with skin the color of dusty ebony, and currently dressed, unselfconsciously, in a short white hospital gown. Flip-flops snapping on his enormous feet, he strode into the room surrounded by a phalanx of soldiers.

If anyone was worse than Nkemidilm it was his old friend Thadiwe. The two men shared an alliance that went back to their covert training days in Russia some thirty years ago. The counterterrorist group Sam worked for was aware that Thadiwe was responsible for doing a little extracurricular work after his and Nkemidilm’s basic training ended. Torture was both Thadiwe’s specialty and his passion, and he’d educated Huren’s leader in the fine art of persuasion until both men were feared and revered for their sadistic skills.

The man was an amoral psychopath. Not only was he chillingly good at what he did, he relished his work.

Speculation had been rife about his whereabouts for months. And here he was. Deep in the jungle where no one would think to look. Thadiwe and Nkemidilm had done a damn good job keeping their friendship off the radar. They hadn’t been seen together since 1996.

"Dr. Randall, thank you for coming," Thadiwe said in unaccented English. Sam didn’t know if he felt better or worse getting the confirmation that they’d snatched the wrong doctor.

Thadiwe approached Beth but didn’t extend his hand, nor did he instruct his men to stand down. Suddenly he noticed her still bleeding hand. Hard to fucking miss since the left side of her pink blouse was stained red. The tango scowled.

"I wasn’t aware that I had a choice," Beth said dryly. "Please tell this man to put the scalpel down. I’m no threat."

Thadiwe turned on the man beside her who still had the scalpel at her throat.

Move, Beth. For fuck’s sake, move out of the way. Without a word Thadiwe pulled the HK out of the holster of the soldier next to him and shot his man point-blank in the face. Beth flinched, jumping back as blood and brain matter spattered the area. She moved directly into Sam’s line of fire.

For several stunned seconds nobody moved, then, his eyes on Beth, Thadiwe snapped his beefy fingers. One of his men rushed to hand him a handkerchief, which he used to wipe the blood off his face. The white gown he wore now had red polka dots all down the front.

Sam now knew who, and he had a pretty good idea why. He prepared to fire. Move, Elizabeth!

"My apologies for the manner in which you were transported here, Doctor." Thadiwe wiped his hands, then tossed the bloodied cloth aside. "My men tend to be zealous in their interpretation of my instructions."

Beth’s shoulders were stiff, and she was barely breathing. It was almost better not being able to see her face. Sam wanted to curve his hand reassuringly around her vulnerable nape.

"What is it you expect of me, Mister—?"

"Tau Thadiwe," he said, signing her death warrant. Whatever surgery he wanted Beth to perform on him, he had no intention of letting her live afterward. "Prepare yourself to do facial reconstruction immediately, Dr. Randall."

Excerpted from Rescue Me by Shirley Green.

Copyright © by Shirley Green.

Published in 2008 by St. Martin’s Press

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted December 31, 2010

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    Three Hot Rescues

    All three stories were great but of course my favorite was Atlantic HeatI have read all of Lora Leigh's seals/ops books but some how missed Macey's story. In Atlantic Heat the quiet, seal who is always behind the scenes working the computer and security surveilance falls for the admiral's goddaughter. Things heat up when he has lock down on his basement or "the cave" as it's called. This was a must read book all around!

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  • Posted May 31, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    As I will say in all my reviews of Lora's books, read the series in order. I love me some Macey March;) It was nice to see the guy chasing down the girls commitment for a change. Sometimes, in the middle of a series, it drag on and on with the woman having to let the guy "realize" he is ready to commit. In this one the guys is ready, it is the lady who needs the convincing. Refreshing change after the long story of Ian and Kira!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 2, 2012

    good read

    liked this one

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  • Posted December 21, 2013

    Highly recommend for Cherry Adair

    I actually bought this for the Lora Leigh story, but it was the Cherry Adair story that was my favorite. Once I read this anthology, I began reading her T-FLAC series. I am now a huge fan. Even though I still like Lora Leigh, many people have noted that her novels seem phoned in. I still adore the Breed series, although I'm not sure if the author has lost interest in it in favor of another series. She did a good job of setting up a couple of mysteries, and it would be nice if she wrote books for the characters involved. I'm still making my way through the Cherry Adair series. If you're not familiar with her, I would recommend this anthology as a great intro. Or you can buy Tropical Heat on its own, which I would recommend unless you're interested in the other two authors.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2012

    Ok but no great

    ## I really liked the story by cindy gerard (check out her BOI series-awesome). But the story by lora leigh was just stupid (can't think of a better word to describe it), however as with all lora leigh books the sex was hot. I didnt bother with the third story, didnt want to waste my time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2008

    Two out of three

    Tropical Heat and Desert Heat were 5¿s. But Atlanta Heat was a 3. There wasn¿t much of a plot to it, just Macey and Em lusting after each other, misunderstandings and explicit sex Macey telling Em he loves her, repeatedly, she doesn¿t believe him. I¿ve read Lora Leigh before and she¿s very good, just not this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2008

    Just what I was expecting

    Rescue me was full of hot sex and a little adventure too. These 3 authors are among my favorites for 'romance.' So, I was excited to learn there was an anthology coming out with stories by all of these ladies. Hot summer reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2008

    This book Is great

    I enjoyed this book and i hope that u will do the same . To be truthfull, on a scale of 1-10, i would probebly give this book a 9. I would deffinately recommend you to read this book.

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