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    The Paramedic and the Writer
    The Paramedic and the Writer
    The Paramedic and the Writer
    Ebook127 pages2 hoursEllery Mountain

    The Paramedic and the Writer

    By RJ Scott

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    A dramatic rescue of a man with amnesia, a loaded firearm, and an unsolved murder, might just be the start of falling in love.

    Paramedic Jamie escaped the city and relocated to Ellery, seeking a fresh start. Settling in at the small Ellery hospital, Jamie is content. He wants to make a difference in a community in dire need, and he’s prepared to work long hours to help. Little does Jamie know that his life will be forever altered when he’s part of a rescue mission for an unidentified individual, known only as John Doe. The man is trapped in a wrecked vehicle perilously perched on the edge of a ravine, Jamie risks everything to save him, and as John regains consciousness, revealing captivating violet eyes, Jamie is more than intrigued.

    However, beneath the surface of a growing attraction between them, a veil of mystery shrouds who John really is. He’s suffering from amnesia, rendering him unable to recollect the events leading up to his shooting of the car's passenger. In addition, the presence of the firearm discovered in his possession further deepens the mystery surrounding the incident.

    Determined to help John regain his lost memories and find solace in the truth, Jamie immerses himself in a tireless quest for answers and giving his unwavering reassurance during moments of frustration and confusion. Driven by the desire to protect John and help him reclaim his identity, Jamie finds himself falling deeper in love with the complex, mysterious man who has become the center of his world.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRJ Scott
    Release dateSep 2, 2015
    ISBN9781785640216
    The Paramedic and the Writer
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    RJ Scott

    RJ Scott is the author of the best selling Male/Male romances The Christmas Throwaway, The Heart Of Texas and the Sanctuary Series of books.She writes romances between two strong men and always gives them the happy ever after they deserve.

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      The Paramedic and the Writer - RJ Scott

      Chapter One

      Jamie Llewellyn didn’t do early mornings. He had never quite got used to waking up at the ass-crack of dawn for any reason, not even emergencies or early shifts.

      Unlike Daniel and Max, who thrived on the early mornings and were chatting about a TV room and exchanging sarcastic remarks while stretching, ready to go for a run.

      I hate early mornings, Jamie muttered. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously when he caught Max grinning and Daniel reaching into his shorts pocket and handing over a five-dollar bill.

      You should have known it was the first thing he’d say, Max said. He placed the note in his pocket and zipped it. You’ll never win.

      I thought he would at least say good morning, Daniel groused.

      When has he ever done that? Max crowed.

      Guys. I’m right here, Jamie reminded them. And given both of you fell asleep in your drinks last night at the planning meeting at The Alibi, then you can’t talk. Some of us work well in the morning, some of us ordinary people at night.

      Daniel glanced at Max, and the two of them began laughing in earnest. Jamie turned his back on them, so they didn’t see him smiling along with them. Instead, he used the advantage to begin the run and get ahead. Max and Daniel were both competitive—it didn’t take them long to realize he’d gone and within a minute they had caught up. The three men fell into a companionable rhythm. The direction took them out of the cabins where they had met and into the forest behind. Jamie didn’t need to think about the direction—it was so familiar to him now. Through to the road, over the road, across the bridge, down into Ellery, then back to the cabins with a punishing uphill finish.

      The time in the forest was more steeplechase than run—jumping fallen trees and small stream beds—and by the time the road was in sight, Jamie was feeling the warmth in his muscles. They crossed the road and made their way to the narrow bridge over the canyon between the two levels of Mercury Peak. Jostling for position, Jamie decided he’d let the other two go first, and it was lucky he did. In holding back for those few seconds, he glanced over the side of the bridge and saw the car.

      Max! Daniel! He slid to a stop as he shouted. Peering over the edge, he tried to make out what the hell had happened. But it was Max with the experience and Max who suddenly was on point with this.

      Hell, he said with an added curse. Car, off the road. He indicated back to the barrier on the corner. They hadn’t even seen the bent and buckled metal. Max leant over the bridge, and Daniel passed him his cell phone.

      Car off the road under the bridge at Mercury Peak, he relayed to emergency services. Through the barrier. We’ll need shoring. It’s right on the edge. No sign of passengers—

      Wait, Jamie said. He concentrated on the driver side where he thought he’d just seen movement. Then he saw it again. A hand gripping the open window covered in the scarlet of way too much blood. There’s someone in there. Without conscious thought, he was up and over the rail and scrambling down as far as he could get. He was about six feet away when the car slid away from him. Only a few inches but it was enough to have him stop still.

      Max, the car’s sliding! he yelled up.

      Stay where you are! Max shouted. I’m coming down.

      Jamie opened his mouth to protest. If the car had moved because of him, then adding Max to the equation was going to have the car falling over the edge. But Max knew what he was doing. Not everyone was like his ex-boyfriend, Zach.

      Not everyone wanted to put their life at risk, whatever the cost.

      He watched as Max carefully made his way towards the car. Instead of taking the direct route, as Jamie had, he moved slowly and tested the ground before each inch.

      Help… The word was faint, but Jamie had become attuned to small voices in challenging situations.

      We’re here, he called to the driver. Help is coming to you. Stay very still.

      There was no answer. He hoped to hell that meant the guy was still and not unconscious. He concentrated on locating ingress. The driver’s door looked intact, but the entire windshield was gone. Jamie’s inspection tracked the outside of the vehicle, a blue sedan, of which make Jamie couldn’t see. This close it was easy to see someone under the car. Little more than three or four feet away from where he was, Jamie found himself staring into sightless eyes and so much blood and damage that it was clear this guy was dead. His face was a mess, carved and bloody, and his neck looked broken from the unnatural angle of his head.

      Passenger through the windshield and wedged under the car, he summarised for Max. The fireman wouldn’t be able to see the body from the side he was approaching the wreck. He’s dead, he added. Max nodded and carried on to the trunk of a tree that grew at a crazy angle from the side of the peak. It had probably been that which had saved the car from going the whole distance into the ravine itself down the sharp drop. Max finally disappeared, and Jamie imagined the large man checking to see how unstable the car was.

      Help… The word was fainter.

      God, Jamie wanted to move. Every fibre of him needed to check the driver out, but he couldn’t—years of training and he was still like a statue until he got the all-clear. Finally, Max crawled back up.

      We’re okay. It’s steady for now, he said, but wait. I’m coming to you. I need to counter some of the weight.

      Max steadied himself by digging his feet into the mud and pushing back; then gripped the underside of the car hard. He looked over at Jamie and nodded. They didn’t discuss what they were doing. Max was doing his thing, and Jamie hadn’t hesitated to climb down to help with injuries. It was what they did.

      Help’s coming, Max said. In the distance, Jamie could hear sirens. There would be lifting equipment, but who knew how hurt the guy in the car was? Time was a luxury they couldn’t afford. He slowly slid forward until finally he was right by the car. The driver’s door opened easily, and Jamie got a clear look at the driver. One hell of a lot of blood, but he was still in his seatbelt.

      Can you tell me your name? Jamie asked as a matter of habit. Asking a name gave a first responder a level to work at. Was the patient aware? Did he know his name? Was he capable of talking?

      The man muttered something that sounded like ‘no’, but Jamie couldn’t make it out.

      Where does it hurt, sir? he asked quickly. He needed to get a feel for whether the guy was able to talk coherently.

      O-o-over… the man stuttered. All…

      Jamie got himself a better foothold and leaned in to check his pulse. He couldn’t see the primary wound that had caused all this blood and considered that maybe it was from the dead passenger. Then when the driver shifted it became evident—a slice out of his thigh, and he was losing too much of the red stuff.

      He’s bleeding, Jamie called urgently. As he said it, the car shifted another inch, and the metal groaned.

      Max cursed. Pull him out.

      Jamie reached in and checked that there was nothing trapping the man’s legs. What’s your name, sir? Can you hear me? We need to get you out of here. Jamie could smell gasoline and knew that they had to get away.

      Jus’…leg… the victim said. He opened his eyes and stared right at Jamie with a gaze so deep blue it was near violet. Shakily, the injured man reached for the belt. Help… he said. His voice was raw. Out. His hand slipped and Jamie caught it and instead assisted him release the belt. Under his own steam, the driver moved towards Jamie, who cautiously helped him free. The car shifted a little, and he could hear Max cursing up a storm. With a final tug, the victim was clear and lying half on Jamie. Something hard was between them, and when Jamie shifted a little, he could see a gun gripped in the driver’s hand.

      Clear, Jamie called. Max must have let go as a ton of Ford teetered for a second then crashed in three loud bangs down to the river at the bottom of the two-hundred-foot ravine. Jamie pulled the gun out of a loose grip and tossed it to where Max was, then held his patient tight. He immediately realized that they were sliding as the car had torn away mud and grass. Max grabbed them both and dug into the dirt to stop the slide. Jamie cast a grateful look his way then focused entirely on John Doe. He rolled him off as soon as it was safe and realized he had an unconscious survivor in his hands.

      He’s still bleeding, Jamie summarised. He ripped off his running top and pressed it on the open wound.

      Take his weight, they’re sending down a gurney, Max said quickly. Jamie nodded and held as steady as he could.

      Max assisted the guys at the top by getting John Doe on the lifting apparatus, and suddenly it was

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