A Real Man

A Real Man, -- Out Now from Boroughs Publishing Group

Who says accidents are all bad?

What if the EMT is a gorgeous hunk who wants to take care of all your boo-boos?

Then it's accidental love.

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A crash resounded; Melissa's chest hit the steering wheel, the air bag deployed with a bang then black silence.

A moment later, or so it seemed, a siren howled in the night. She opened her eyes and lifted her head.


Her neck ached, her head pounded, slivers of steel pierced her eyes. A rap on her window. A man in uniform crouched beside her window for an instant then opened the door.

"Can you hear me?" a deep voice asked. A voice that twanged a chord inside her despite her various aches and pains.



Good. She pleased the sensuous voice. Good.

"I'm going to touch you."

Yes. Please.

Warm fingers smoothed over her forehead, down her cheeks, behind the base of her skull.

"Does any of this hurt?"

His touch? No! Oh, he meant her head.

"My head. My neck. My eyes. All of them."

"Anywhere else?" His long fingers moved over her shoulders, along her arms, around her hips and down her legs.

"Feels good." Damn. She'd said that out loud.

"I'd better check your head again."

He pulled off her ski hat and gasped. "Melissa Martin?"

The question in his suddenly familiar voice blasted her eyelids up. In the dim light she saw a man with a dark beard around a sensual mouth. Her gaze moved up past a scar on his cheek to dark, concerned eyes then back to the scar she'd kissed a hundred times a lifetime ago. "Matt Conroy?"