Novels by Talewritesssssss

LARA"Traffic.""You live twenty minutes away.""I stopped for coffee.""Liar."He turned.Oh God.His eyes. Those whiskey eyes. They pinned me to the spot like a butterfly on a board. He wasn't smiling. He was studying me the way I studied patients looking for something I didn't want him to find."The hospital assigned you to me,” he said."You requested me." I said pointedly."I did.""Why?"He walked toward me slowly. Each step ate up the space between us until he was close enough that I could smell him. He smelled like soap and cedar and something underneath that was just... Him."Because you don't flinch," he said. "Because you look at me and see a body, not a monster. Because when you touched me I felt something I haven't felt in a long time."My throat was dry. “What's that?""Curiosity."He reached for my wrist. The same wrist Delson had bruised. The same wrist he had circled yesterday.I pulled away."Don't.""Don't what?""Don't touch me." My voice came out harder than I ex

LARAThe emergency room was a mess when I got there. There was blood everywhere. Doctors were yelling. Nurses were running around. Patients on stretchers were lined up in the halls, some screaming, some crying, some just sitting there looking really scared which was actually worse because when people are silent like that it usually means they're really hurt.I pushed through all the chaos and found my station. There was a man with a piece of metal stuck in his leg. A woman's face was so swollen I couldn't even tell if she was old or young. A kid, no more than seven years old, had a towel pressed to his head and his moms hands were shaking as she held it there.I got to work.I stitched. I clamped. I told the nurses what to do. I snapped at some residents who were too slow. I forgot about Delson and Elijah. I forgot about everything except the blood and the hurt people and the science of keeping them alive. I was in my element. What made me feel alive.Four hours flew by in like four

LARAI stood under the water for twenty minutes. Not because I needed to wash off dirt, but because I was trying to wash off the feeling of Elijah Roosevelt's eyes on me. It didn't work. I kept seeing his face in my mind. That strong jaw. Those big hands. The way he looked at me like I was interesting.That bulge in his pants.Oh God that bulge.I pressed my forehead against the tile and let the water hit my back. My skin was red from the heat. I didn't care.“You're being stupid,” I whispered to myself. I reminded myself that Elijah Roosevelt was a patient. He was the enemy. He was the rival of my husband.My body didn't care about any of that. My body remembered the way his breathing changed when I gave him a shot. My body remembered how his muscles shook. My body remembered the heat that spread through my stomach when I saw how hard he was.I hadn't felt that heat in two years.Two years of Delson touching me like I was just a hole he could fuck. Two years of lying and thinking abo

LARAThe first time I saw Elijah Roosevelt, he was bleeding out on my table and smiling about it. When I tell you he was smiling, I don't mean a grin or a grimace…that might be used to hide pain, no. I meant he gave a slow smile that spread across his face, like he was really enjoying this. On his torso, there were lots of lacerations. Some of them were fresh, but some, were like…old, and these lacerations were done methodically. Like…the injuries lined up to form a heart shape on his torso. What the fuck? I leaned closer to examine it. Someone had deliberately and carefully done this to him. I looked at his vitals and it was… weird. His heart rate read just fine, but his pupils were blown in a way that had nothing to do with concussion. His breathing was controlled, almost pleasured. He wasn't in distress.He was enjoying it, the sick bastard. I should have noticed his face first. His body. The obvious, impossible beauty of him. But what stopped me was his eyeswhiskey-dark, fram