An Outrageous Contemporary Romance
Blurb
Carla Jones accidentally runs over and paralyzes a policeman. She ignores her lawyer’s advice and pleads guilty to the charges, and accepts the judge2527s ruling ‘that she broke him, now she has to fix him.2527 Trying very hard to ignore his outrageous and frequently hateful behavior, she takes the handsome officer into her home and dedicates her life to one goal: making him walk again. She never imagines the twists and turns her life and heart will take the day she brings him home.
Excerpt
Carla hurried back to the vague form of her car and moved past the dead deer. She discovered a body lying ten feet to the side of her car. She dropped to her knees.
“Oh God! It2527s a policeman!” she cried into her cell phone.
“They are there to help you,” the 911 operator assured her.
“No! I mean I2527ve found the injured person. He2527s a policeman. Oh God!”
Carla2527s hands touched his skin. It felt cold, but even as she was about to declare him dead, he softly groaned.
“He2527s alive! Tell me what to do to help him.”
The operator asked her many questions she could not answer because her vision remained blurry. She used her hands to feel for blood.
“I can2527t feel any dampness, but he2527s cold…terribly cold. I2527m afraid he2527s freezing to death. Should I try to get him to my car?”
“No, don2527t move him,” the operator warned her. Suddenly, her cell phone beeped three times and the helpful operator was gone.
“No!” Carla screamed at the phone. She tried dialing back, but there was nothing. Her vision wasn2527t good enough to tell if it was a dead battery or a weak signal.
She looked down at the policeman. “Don2527t you die on me,” she warned him as she removed her full-length faux fur coat and laid it over him. Instantly the bitter wind bit through her sweater and wool pants. She recalled the DJ saying the wind-chill was -15 degrees tonight. It hadn2527t meant much when she was in her nice warm car, but it meant a hell of a lot now.
Shivering uncontrollably, she hurried to her car and extracted a thin silver sheet that claimed to be an emergency weather protector. She wrapped it around her and returned to the policeman.
“Help is coming,” she assured him, wondering why help was taking so damn long. Realizing that an ambulance might run over them both if it came from the North, she ignited and tossed her last flare ten feet in front of them.
“I wish I could move you,” she said through chattering teeth. “We2527re both going to freeze to death if they don2527t come soon.”
As she sat down beside him, the freezing bite of the ground penetrated her wool pants and chilled her legs until they ached. If she were this miserable from just a second on the road, she could only imagine how frigid the man would be after lying fifteen minutes on the road.
“I know I2527m not supposed to move you, but if I don2527t do something, you2527re going to die of hypothermia.” She laid the silver lining on the road beside him and then gently tugged his shoulders onto the blanket. She then lifted his legs and edged him further onto the protective barrier.
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About the Author
Liza O2527Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She2527s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
