He used to think jumping out of planes was an adrenaline kick. Until he tried falling in love.
I knew starting my career as a physical therapist would be tough. But I never expected the challenge of my newest patient, Harlow Bradford.
He may be a smoking hot American hero, but he’s still a cocky, arrogant player.
Harlow suffered catastrophic injuries in a helicopter crash, but his doctor claims he’s almost completely recovered. Based on my training, though, I’m suspicious of both of their motives.
Harlow’s recovery story seems a little too good to be true. I’m too smart to fall for his act.
So why is it so hard to remember that my job is to heal his body, not fantasize about jumping his bones?
Free-falling into a combat zone used to be the ultimate rush. Now I’m free-falling into a different kind of enemy territory: love and commitment.
I can have any girl I want, but serious relationships are off limits to guys like me.
I’m an airman, married to the USAF. I only trust my pararescue team.
I jump out of planes, I rescue my brothers, I save the world. Until my world crashes down— literally.
Now my course is colliding with Whitney Reid, who thinks she knows better than my own doctor.
I’m determined to return to my Special Forces unit, and distractions to any mission can be deadly. Especially when they come in the sexy, curvy form of the physical therapist who is questioning my doctor’s judgment and causing me to question my own damn sanity.
I know I can get in her pants, but I refuse to let her get in my way. So why can’t I get her out of my head?