Jessica Andersen

Covert M.D.


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      Rathe stood, uncoiling slowly from the chair as though afraid she might bolt.

      But bolting was the last thing on her mind as she identified the heady, racing sensation that had pounded through her during the fight. Excitement. This was the adventure she craved, the thrill she’d been seeking.

      The adrenaline poured through her body. She wanted to run. She wanted to dance, to sing, to tip her head back and scream.

      She grinned at Rathe.

      His eyes narrowing, he advanced on her and leaned down so they were face-to-face. “This is not a joke, Nia. Don’t you get it? You could’ve been killed,” he said, then placed a palm flat against the door, effectively trapping her.

      “Well, I wasn’t, thanks to you. That’s why the doctors here work in teams, remember? So we can watch each other’s backs.” She shoved at his chest with both hands, but he was immovable. “Damn it, let me go!”

      She saw the change in his eyes. Her body answered the call and he bent close and whispered, “I can’t.”

      Then he kissed her, and all that restless energy redirected itself to the places where their bodies merged.

      Dear Harlequin Intrigue Reader,

      Spring is in the air and we have a month of fabulous books for you to curl up with as the March winds howl outside:

       Familiar is back on the prowl, in Caroline Burnes’s Familiar Texas. And Rocky Mountain Maneuvers marks the conclusion of Cassie Miles’s COLORADO CRIME CONSULTANTS trilogy.

       Jessica Andersen brings us an exciting medical thriller, Covert M.D.

       Don’t miss the next ECLIPSE title, Lisa Childs’s The Substitute Sister.

       Definitely check out our April lineup. Debra Webb is starting THE ENFORCERS, an exciting new miniseries you won’t want to miss. Also look for a special 3-in-1 story from Rebecca York, Ann Voss Peterson and Patricia Rosemoor called Desert Sons.

      Each month, Harlequin Intrigue brings you a variety of heart-stopping romantic suspense and chilling mystery. Don’t miss a single book!

      Sincerely,

      Denise O’Sullivan

      Senior Editor

      Harlequin Intrigue

      Covert M.D.

      Jessica Andersen

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To my friends in the New England Chapter

       of Romance Writers of America.

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Though she’s tried out professions ranging from cleaning sea lion cages to cloning glaucoma genes, from patent law to training horses—Jessica is happiest when she’s combining all these interests with her first love: writing romances. These days she’s delighted to be writing full-time on a farm in rural Connecticut that she shares with a small menagerie and a hero named Brian. She hopes you’ll visit her at www.JessicaAndersen.com for info on upcoming books, contests and to say “hi”!

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

      Dr. Nia French—Nia and her first lover are partnered in a deadly hospital investigation of failed transplants. Will she learn to forgive him before it’s too late?

      Dr. Rathe McKay—The guarded doctor-adventurer has two equally difficult tasks: to protect Nia from a vicious killer and to avoid the chemistry between them.

      Cadaver Man—The tall, gray man sees through Nia and Rathe’s covers quickly. Too quickly.

      Tony French—Nia’s father drove Rathe off years ago. After his death, will Tony’s memory separate the onetime lovers or bring them closer together as danger escalates?

      Dr. Logan Hart—The young transplant specialist wants to assist in the investigation of unexpected patient deaths. Or so he says.

      Marissa Doyle—The nurse has overseen many of the dead patients and has hidden secrets.

      Dr. Michael Talbot—The head of the transplant department, Talbot is a giant within the field. So why is a killer stalking his patients?

      Short Whiny Guy—Cadaver Man’s partner has seen too much.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter One

      The damp subbasement of Boston General Hospital smelled faintly of death and fabric softener. Corridors folded back on each other without apparent reason, which was both a blessing and a curse for Nia French.

      A blessing because she was able to stay out of sight. A curse because she had to follow close or risk losing Cadaver Man, Short Whiny Guy and the rattling laundry cart.

      “You got the keys?”

      Nia froze. The voice was near. Too near.

      Heart pounding, she breathed through her mouth and eased closer to the off-green cinder block wall, wishing for some cover. Wishing the fluorescent lights weren’t so relentlessly bright.

      Wishing she knew for sure she’d followed the right guys.

      “Yeah, I got the keys. Why, you think I lost them already?” The second speaker was Short Whiny Guy, who had complained incessantly during the trip down from the sixth floor. There was a metallic jingle, and the sound of a door being unlocked.

      “Just shut up and let’s get this thing loaded,” Cadaver Man ordered. She called him that because of the grayish skin and shadowed eyes she’d glimpsed when the elevators had shut on the men, leaving her wondering why they were changing the linens at two in the morning.

      And why none of the beds in the Transplant Department were stripped.

      Nia had followed them because this was her first assignment in HFH’s Investigations Division, and she was determined to prove herself.

      Her previous assignments for Hospitals for Humanity had sent her to outbreaks and disaster areas worldwide, where her medical degree made her useful and her guts were taken for granted. It was good work, but it wasn’t where her heart lay. More than anything, she wanted to be an investigator—and now, finally, she’d been given the opportunity to work a case.

      Hearing a metal door slide open and the men’s voices move away, Nia crouched down and eased around the corner, forcing her hands not to tremble from a mixture of nerves and excitement.

      In contrast to the rest of the hospital, the loading bay was dark. The smell here was stronger, both of decay and of fabric softener, though the wide garage door let in a thin breath of Chinatown funk.

      The men were gone. The big laundry hamper they had wheeled down from the sixth floor sat on the loading dock.

      “Transplants failing for no good reason,” the dossier on this