It is Andrea’s first job as a medical intern in a busy Detroit hospital and the stress is intense. On top of that, an arsonist has attacked the hospital.
Trapped, Andrea is rescued by a sexy pediatric surgeon. Their budding romance has to survive the arsonist, a plane crash and medical emergencies.
Will the gorgeous doctor be able to keep Andrea alive and make her dreams come true?
Release Date: February 6, 2018
Genre: Contemporary | Medical | Romance | Novella
~ A Red Satin Romance ~
“Code Red! Code Red!” The alarm kept repeating, over and over again.
Andrea stood still in the hallway as everyone rushed past her in a hurry. Nurses pushed patients on gurneys down the hallway as smoke poured out of burning rooms in Detroit Medical, one of the busiest hospitals in the country.
She couldn’t move. She normally didn’t shut down like this, but it was all just too overwhelming for her. To be in the middle of an inferno was something that she had never experienced before. Her schooling tried to prepare her for emergencies, but it was so different being in one. She stared, transfixed at the floor, oblivious to the commotion around her. People bumped her as they ran down the hallway. She hardly felt it. She just kept staring at that one floor tile that had a dark stain on it. Simple thoughts went through her mind—move, I hear the alarm, but I’m too scared to do anything about it, and am I making the mistake of my life? She had just had one of the worst weeks of her life. People had told her it was going to be difficult. No matter how many people warned her and tried to prepare her, she was not ready to face what being a medical intern was actually like.
“Andrea, what are you doing?”
“Andrea!” She didn’t feel his strong arms around hers. She didn’t feel him shaking her. She just kept staring at that tile.
“Andrea! There’s a fire. You’ve got to get out of here!”
Finally, he shook her so hard she couldn’t stare at the floor anymore and that was just enough to snap her out of it.
Her face flushed red when she saw who was standing in front of her. Dr. Preston was one of the most eligible doctors in the hospital, and he had his arms around her!
“Dr. Preston?” she asked.
“Andrea! Thank God,” he said with relief. “What are you doing? There’s a fire!”
“A fire!” she echoed.
“We’ve got to get out of here. They’ve evacuated the floor.”
“Of course!” she said.
They rushed to the stairs and by this point, everyone had gone. She looked at him with concern.
“I can smell smoke!” she said.
“It’s getting stronger. Maybe we should go back the way we came?” He turned and led her down the hallway.
He looked over his shoulder and said, “Give me your hand.” He turned back before he could see her flush again.
She knew he was just being practical, but she couldn’t help relishing the feeling of her hand enveloped by his strong and powerful one. She knew that he too could see there was smoke ahead and he probably figured if he held her hand, they would be sure to stay together. They continued to race down the hall and the smoke seemed to come from everywhere now. She could see the lit Exit sign he was heading for. Suddenly he stopped and let go of her hand. He pulled off his shirt, popping all the buttons, and then took his undershirt off and began ripping it into two pieces. She couldn’t help but stare at his exposed chest. Even though the smoke was getting thicker, the beauty of his body momentarily distracted her as she stared at his chiseled pecs and the hair on his chest.
“Here, take this and put it around your nose and mouth,” he said as he passed her a piece of his undershirt.
She nodded a reply, telling him she understood. She quickly grabbed the cloth and put it around her face as he took her hand again and led her toward the exit sign. When they reached the exit, he pushed open the door to the stairs and let her go in front of him. There was too much smoke. She could hardly see, so she stopped. He realized they couldn’t go this way, so they went back into the hall. The hallway was getting darker as it filled with smoke. Luckily, the overhead emergency lights were on, helping to guide them.
“This way,” he ordered as he took her hand and led her down another hallway. Running for their lives should have been scary. Given her past behavior, she could have frozen and been unable to move, but somehow running through a hallway full of smoke and seeing patient rooms consumed by fire didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would. A large part of that was being with Dr. Preston. He was always calm under pressure. That was what being a pediatric surgeon trained you for. Having her hand in his gave her the strength and courage to move when all she had done before was stand still and stare at the floor. She let his training and experience kick in and she knew that as he took her hand he would lead them to safety. She trusted him to find the way.
They finally reached another exit and went through. This stairwell was clear, and they could make their way down and away from the flames that were consuming the walls and floors.
Suddenly there was a loud cracking noise and a burning support beam crashed down through the stairwell, hitting Dr. Preston, knocking him off his feet and down the stairs. Andrea screamed and rushed over to him as he lay on the floor of the landing. The wind had been knocked out of him and he was unconscious. She shook him and thankfully he soon roused.
“Thank God!” she said. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he said. “My side hurts though.”
She looked at his side and could see burned skin and a dark bruise already forming.
“You may have internal injuries,” she said. “Can you walk? We have to get out of here. The whole structure is collapsing.”
“I can walk, if you help me,” he said. She supported him as he tried to stand and together they staggered down the rest of the stairs and found their way out of the burning building. Andrea surprised herself. She’d been frozen in fear when he first found her and now she was helping to save his life and taking control of the situation.
When they stepped outside, the first thing she did was look up into the sky and inhale deeply. The cool Detroit air felt good as it traveled into her chest. She couldn’t remember a time when she wanted to purposefully inhale Detroit air, but now she was. His coughing penetrated her thoughts. She turned and saw Dr. Preston had fallen to his knees.
“We need help over here!” she shouted.
“We’ve got two!” yelled a firefighter as he headed toward them, carrying an oxygen tank and mask, which he gave to Dr. Preston. She dropped to her knees beside him and helped wrap the blanket the firefighter provided around Dr. Preston’s naked torso. In the clear light she could see that his injuries were actually worse than she’d thought. Soon an ambulance team brought over a stretcher and put Dr. Preston on it.
“Let’s get her loaded, too,” said a firefighter.
“No, no, I’m fine,” she said. “Dr. Preston saved my life and now we need to save his!” She didn’t allow an ambulance team to put her on a stretcher and take her as well, which would have been protocol. She normally followed the rules and never would break protocol, but somehow, somewhere she got the courage to say no.
“I’m coming with him. I’ll monitor his vitals on the way to Mercy Grace.” She jumped into the back of the ambulance with him, the doors slammed shut and they were on their way.