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Guarded
A Steamy Medical Romance
MetroGen Kiss and Tell
Carina Alyce
Are you ready for sexy firefighters, dirty doctors, and hot cops?
Do you wish Grey’s Anatomy and Chicago Fire had more sex scenes - like a lot more? Maybe a hundred times more?
Me too! I took all your favorite TV fire/police/medical drama tropes and gave you the addictive plot twists, sexy times, and drama you are dying for. (I’m a real doctor so it’s more legit!)
So if you love a tattooed small deputy getting naughty between the sheets with a visiting big city girl when she’s stranded in his small town, you NEED to read this book.
Contents
Your Free Gift Is Waiting
Cast of Characters
Also by Carina Alyce
PART ONE
Throckmorton’s Corner
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
PART TWO
Cherries
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
PART THREE
MetroGen Hospital
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Also by Carina Alyce
Afterword
About Carina Alyce
Your Free Gift Is Waiting
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Copyright © 2022 by Carina Alyce
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Cast of Characters
Cleveland Police Department
Isadora Reyes – Police Chief
Charlene ‘Charlie’ Layton – Sergeant Second Precinct
Sean Murphy – narcotics task force
Detective Andre – Second Precinct
Elias Kormos– Sergeant Second Precinct
MetroGen Hospital ER
Dr. Constantine Gallo- Division Head of General Pediatrics
Dr. Lillian Hernandez– first year attending
Dr. Clarissa Morgan – second-year resident
Dr. Elisheva Molla – third-year resident
Dr. Ryan Yates - ER attending
Dr. Manika Gupta-Carver– Chief of Emergency Medicine
Also by Carina Alyce
MetroGen Forbidden Love Duets
Tempted: A Steamy Second Chance Firefighter Romance
Sampled: A Steamy New Adult Medical Romance
Smolder: A Steamy Forbidden Firefighter Romance
High Risk: A Steamy Forbidden Medical Romance
Inferno: A Steamy Forbidden Firefighter Romance
Compromised: A Steamy Forbidden Medical Romance
MetroGen After Hours
Live Wire: A Steamy Friends to Lovers Firefighter Romance
Wildcat: A Steamy Football Romance
Volatile: A Steamy Reformed Bad Boy Romance
Burn Card: A Steamy Vegas Firefighter Romance
Roulette: A Steamy Vegas Medical Romance
Sentinel: A Steamy Grumpy Sunshine Medical Romance
MetroGen Kiss and Tell
Unchecked: A Steamy Love Triangle Medical Romance
Guarded: A Steamy Secret Identity Medical Romance
Disciplined: A Steamy Daddy’s Girl Medical Romance
MetroGen Lifelines
Embers: A 9/11 Romantic Suspense
Matched: A Medical Romantic Suspense
MetroGen Scandals
Wrapped Up: A Steamy Holiday Romance
Anthologies
Heroes with Heat and Heart 1
Heroes with Heat and Heart 2
Heroes with Heat and Heart 3
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Guarded
Adjective
1. A medical condition with an uncertain prognosis tending toward unstable.
Verb (past tense)
2. Having tensed up the muscle to protect oneself from pain
-Netter’s Medical Dictionary
PART ONE
A Lesson in Need
Throckmorton’s Corner
Halloween
Chapter 1
Judging by the bloodstain on the woman’s neck, she shouldn’t have been able to speak. Equally so, her naturally pale skin would have made the medical examiner cringe.
“Let’s go over this one more time,” she said, her lips bloodless and pale except for the smear of blood trickling down her chin.
“Sorry,” Sean Gene Murphy said to his partner from the Second Precinct. “It’s a little bit odd to see you out of uniform.”
Charlene ‘Charlie’ Layton shrugged, because she looked like death warmed over with her hair spray painted white, doing her best imitation of a vampire corpse.
Technically, a sexy vampire corpse, because there were a lot of boobs showing, also white.
“You should see me on the weekends,” she joked. “I think your outfit is a bit easier.”
“Lucky me, since they threw this together. It’s not often I get called in and told to shave all my body hair off.” Sean had gone full Kojak on his head… and his arms, and his chest, and his balls.
Acting as his new case officer, she snorted, “Otherwise you’d be pretty distinctive, and you might be getting pretty close to the target. Now you’ll blend better.”
That was true. They blended perfectly well into the crowd eating bagels at Panera. The annual MetroGen Hospital Halloween party was starting shortly at Throckmorton’s Corner two blocks away. According to Charlie, the party was secret-doctor password exclusive and had a reputation for free-flowing drinks and free loving.
“I’ll be fine for a night.” Sean adjusted his mask.
“Let’s review one more time. We’re going to leave here, pass Firehouse 15, and get to Throckies. I’ll vouch for you and set up checking ID’s and taking photos up front.”
Unlike Sean, Charlie was going as herself, the local police sergeant responsible for the other police assigned to the event. Her officers wouldn’t know who Sean was, though.
“Then when you locate the target, you’ll communicate with me in person or via text. I am to stay near the east jungle juice station,” Sean confirmed.
“Once you acquire the target, you are to use any means necessary to get her cooperation and confidence.”
“Yes, I will attempt to form a personal connection to elicit emotional intimacy.” Sean recited his orders in a monotone. He’d been authorized to go as far as he had to, including physical contact, to get the crucial information.
“I know you’ve been with the narcotic division for a year and took your undercover training,” Charlie said, “but for the love of God, don’t put your dick in her.”
“I know,” he said, annoyed that she needed to remind him. Part of the reason they’d chosen him was because he was single and he had a unique, particular set of skills which set him apart from the rest of his squad and made him suited for this.
“Emotional intimacy cuts both ways. This is only for the night, and you can probably get what you want in other ways.”
“You don’t have to worry. I’m not interested in anything emotional,” Sean reassured her. His brother had been shredded last year by his ex, and Sean had no interest in imitation.
“Remember to a sk her questions about herself. Listen to the answers, don’t volunteer information about yourself.”
“And if she does, make it about her. If she mentions an interest, provide an interest adjacent to hers and inquire more about her interest,” Sean recited.
“Thank God you listened when I taught my class,” Charlie said. She’d been a guest in the undercover class about the art of seduction of men and women, since Charlie was unabashedly willing to play for both teams. Charlie had worked undercover on the vice squad and the white-collar unit when then needed someone of her talents. “It’s redundant, but they sprang this on us with less than six hours to plan, and you’ll be on your own for most of it.”
Sean tapped on the photocopy of the target. “Yes, once I locate her, I’ll convince her to leave with me.”
“Once you leave Throckies, it’s up to you. Her place is probably your best option, even though we don’t have the man or woman power tonight to shadow you.” Police resources would be stretched thin over Halloween. They’d already heard the fire trucks from Firehouse 15 next door leave twice during the hour they’d been sitting here.
“I can handle it.”
“Just remember, you are the nicest, best listener ever. Macho doesn’t encourage opening up.”
“I understand.” Sean didn’t bother to argue. He had ten years of experience as a police officer, working from beat cop to the narcotics division. He didn’t need a dick measuring contest with anyone and he would go with the flow, follow her lead if that’s what it took.
“Eat more bagels.” Charlie added two more bagels to his plate.
“If I have a carb coma, it’s your fault.” Sean dutifully ate his fourth and fifth bagel. He’d be hitting the gym after this because now that he was approaching his mid-thirties, he didn’t want to lose his edge.
Besides, depending on what he learned tonight, carbs might be the least of his problems.
Chapter 2
Debauchery.
There was pretty much only one word to describe the Throckmorton’s Corner annual Halloween party, and debauchery was it.
This was probably as good of a reason as any to explain away why she was wearing lingerie on the outside as a naughty nun.
“Want to dance, sister?” asked a drunk Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
“I’m okay. Bar.”
“Let me buy you something.”
“I’m good,” Dr. Lillian Hernandez told the turtle and squeezed away back through the crowd.
Then she kicked herself. She was supposed to be letting guys buy her drinks at the invite doctor’s only MetroGen Halloween party. Her day at the office had been bad enough, so when on of her pediatric resident friends and her two roommates said ‘Let’s go as Sister Act,’ she had stupidly agreed.
After they convinced her to wear a mask, a habit, and her underwear on the outside, they’d promptly ditched her to go dance.
Dancing would have been more fun if her boobs weren’t threatening to climb out of her top. Tan big boobs and a generous ass. What had her father said about her mother? “Pick a Puerto Rican girl, fifty percent thicker and cleans fifty percent better.”
See how well that worked out? She was still single.
She caught sight of second-year resident Clarissa Morgan making out with a masked military something or other. He was wearing camo pants with a gun, and Clarissa seemed to be having a great time.
Lillian wrinkled her nose. Too bad she couldn’t be that uninhibited. She lacked the skills and the will to grab some random guy and stick her tongue down his throat.
Because she’d been good for her whole life.
Other friends partied through college. She’d been studying or babysitting or teaching Sunday school. Most guys she dated didn’t even believe she was a doctor because she was ‘too nice.’
Yep, Freaking Rainbow Brite.
Screw that, she was getting a drink. It wasn’t open bar, but there was some type of jungle juice flowing freely in the back corners.
Sorry, kids, the friendly, happy pediatrician is closed for the night. She’s going to go get drunk off her stupid, too-nice ass.
If she could get anywhere near the drinks. There was a big crowd around the free drinks, and she couldn’t find a way to maneuver through it. She did bounce off the wall of bodies, trip on her heels, and land on her butt though.
“Are you okay?” A guy reached down and helped her to her feet.
She craned her eyes up and stared at the guy who was channeling Antonio Banderas in the Mask of Zorro.
“Fine.”
His black shirt hung mostly open and showed the outline of thick muscle beneath.
Really nice, warm muscle.
“You sure?” He had a red plastic cup in his head. “Were you trying to get a drink?”
She nodded.
“I can go get you one.”
“Give me yours,” she said without thinking. She was not going to let some random guy go grab her a drink of an unknown random substance.
“Sure. I can get another one,” he said and handed her the cup.
That made her hesitate. She was interested in dirty dancing and possible kisses, but not getting roofied. “You try it first.”
“A little bossy, I like that.” He took a big gulp.
She held out a hand. “Cup.”
He smiled and handed it to her with a flourish. “I can’t resist a lady’s command.”
“Nun,” she said.
“None what?”
“I’m a nun.” She drank the cup down, stifling any desire to gag. Whoever had made the jungle juice hadn’t spared the booze.
“You’re a sexy nun. You can smack me with a ruler any day.”
“Which part?” The cup was almost empty, hitting her equally empty stomach.
He smacked his lips and wiggled his eyebrows under the mask. “Anywhere you want, sister.”
She finished the cup. “How about another, and then we can dance?”
He winked at her, “Be still my beating alcoholic heart.”
“Then get me another drink now.”
Lillian could definitely attest being this aggressive with a guy was not her MO. The best term for her would be indecisive, but it was a certain thrill to order around this guy. And he seemed amused rather than ticked off.
Or he’d disappear into the crowd and pretend he hadn’t met her.
Not this guy, because he was back with two red cups. He drank out of both of them and then knelt on the floor in front of her.
This definitely didn’t happen to her.
“Pick your poison.” He offered the cups, and his smile indicated a lot more behind those words.
“They’re the same.”
“What if I said one of them contains iocane powder?”
“Then you’re not Zorro.” It dawned on her he was the Man in Black from the Princess Bride. Her bad. “And you have immunity.”
He shook his head, “I promise I’m not immune.”
She took the cup on the left and drank the entire contents. It was easier the second time. “Farm boy, let’s go dance.”
