by Cherry Adair
Her fair skin looked incredible against the glossy black tile—not that Sam was taking time to admire the scenery. His mouth went dry as lust surged and intensified to the brink of pain. He backed her against the wall, then lifted her legs around his hips as the hot spray pounded his back. Arms wrapped around his neck, Beth gave a helpful little hop, then tightened her ankles in the small of his back.
He shuddered as he entered her moist heat. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation.
“Oh, God, Sam. This feels—Feels—” Unbearable. Wonderful. Intense. His body was hot against hers; the hair on his chest abraded her breasts deliciously. Elizabeth captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, her own tongue eager and demanding, her hips moving frantically against his. She loved the taste of him, the smell of his skin. She loved the way his body thrust into hers over and over again, so that she didn’t know where her body started and his began. “Harder. Harder. Harder,” she urged, her back slamming against the cold tile as he surged into her with a power and heat that made her body shake and shudder.
He devoured her mouth.
The kiss went on and on. Hot and wet. Tongues, slick and in constant motion, slid and slithered in a motion mimicking penetration. Her breath hitched and caught. She made a sound in the back of her throat and shuddered with the beginning of a hard fast climax.
“Not yet,” Sam muttered thickly, withdrawing a little and dragging in a harsh ragged breath, hard fingers gripping her ass cheeks. “Not.” He rammed home again, biting down gently on her earlobe. Elizabeth’s back arched as her body tightened unbearably. “Yet.” He pulled out, slick and hard. Hot and greedy.
He brought her to the very edge. Again and again. Prolonging the climax in a carefully choreographed dance that had her clawing his back as violent ripples wracked her body, making her pant and sweat and moan his name.
“Nownownow,” she chanted, tightening her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, the sweet torture almost unbearable.
In answer, Sam crushed his mouth back down on hers as he thrust inside her again and again. Strong and relentless, he controlled the speed and intensity of his thrusts as if he could read her body’s every action and reaction.
Harder and harder. Closer and closer together, until she couldn’t tell where he began and she ended.
Elizabeth opened her eyes, and Sam’s were there, also open, waiting for her, consuming her with the heat of his gaze. She let her lashes fall, scared he’d see too much. I love you. I loveyou, Iloveyou. Blood thundered in her ears, roaring through her veins in a sweet blaze that left her shaking and needy. She held him with every well-toned muscle, inside and out, as he plunged into her like a hard-driven weapon. Hunger was its own reward and carried its own demand.
Elizabeth buried her face against Sam’s shoulder, but that didn’t muffle her scream as they climaxed together hard and fast.
“I’m a noodle,” she gasped, her legs refusing to unclasp.
“Since we’re here, might as well make use of the rest of the water.” Which was now decidedly cool. It felt good on her burning skin. Sam reached for the liquid soap in a container on the wall, and started washing her, starting with her hair.
Elizabeth leaned her head against the tiled wall, eyes closed as he used his large hands to wash her face and throat, then trailed his fingers over her soapy breasts until she muttered, “No fair,” and slid her legs from around his hips so she could stand. Her legs felt even more noodley than before.
She pushed the button on the container and got a handful of scentless soap in her palm. “You are a dirty, dirty boy.”
“Man.”
Her hands slicked down his sides, then honed in on his erection. Cupping his length, she smiled as her soapy fingers tightened around him. “All man, all the time,” she agreed. “This is going to take me some time, so lean back and close your eyes. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Sam’s chuckle turned into a groan as Elizabeth skimmed her lips from his chest down to his rock-hard belly as her slick fingers went to work. “Just so you know,” she said, when her mouth reached the nest of crisp dark hair at his groin, “this is uncharted territory for me, so let me know if I don’t do it right.”
In answer Sam tangled his fingers in her wet hair. “You’re doing it—Jesus, Beth!” he said as she tentatively took him into her mouth and used her tongue to make his entire body jerk satisfactorily. “Perfectly.”
Just before he came, Sam pulled her up, and kissed her.
“Didn’t you want to—”
“Plenty of time,” he assured her, grabbing another handful of soap. He skimmed his large hand down over her belly, then slid his fingers deep inside her, bringing her to a surprise, and immediate, climax before she knew it.
“Holy Mother of God. We’re going to kill each other.” She gasped as he withdrew his fingers and let her body sag against his as she fought to regain her breath and her equilibrium. “Give me a sec to get my breath, and then let’s get out of here. I want to make love with you in that bed I didn’t see in there.”
They took turns washing each other, then made love again slowly, the cold water pounding on Sam’s back spraying her and making her shiver deliciously.
After the longest shower in history, where the water ran cold as they ran hot, he carried her to the bed, where Sam turned the tables on her as he spread her thighs and feasted on her until she cried out mindlessly and begged for mercy. Thankfully he knew when to not take no for an answer, and drove her over the edge of an unknown precipice until her body was so attuned to his that she couldn’t imagine being anywhere than right here, with his mouth between her legs, and the hum of the plane’s engines throbbing through her body like an extra pulse.
Exhausted as they were, they made love again slowly. Then again, more quickly. Finally, too tired to move, they slept, curved around each other as the plane chased the sun.
The plane landed at an airfield Elizabeth didn’t recognize, although she knew where they were. Just outside Brandon. Her stomach was doing flip-flops. This was it. Elizabeth undid her seatbelt as the small plane taxied down the runway and into an enormous hangar. “Now what?” She was talking about more than just the next few moments.
The door to the hangar closed behind the plane, and they were plunged into semidarkness just before the lights in the cabin came to life.
Sam’s expression was unreadable. Back in Montana for five seconds and he was already the same old inscrutable Sam Pelton. “I’m going home,” he told her, shouldering his packs and starting off down the aisle.
“Oh.” Her stomach hurt, but she didn’t complain as she rose to follow him. She’d expected it really. Hoped that they might have a future together, but known that was highly unlikely. Known all along that she’d only had him temporarily. The knowledge didn’t lessen the ache of loss in her chest. It didn’t make the prickle in her eyes go away. She swallowed the almost unbearable disappointment as she drank in the sight of his tall muscular body just a few feet in front of her as he strode toward the door to the plane which now stood open.
He paused in the wide aisle and turned around to face her again, blocking her way. Reaching out, he cupped her jaw and Elizabeth heard the thud-thud as the packs dropped to the carpeted floor behind him. “When I say I’m going home, I mean I’m going wherever you are. I love you, Beth. Have from the moment I laid eyes on you. I want to marry you. I want to take you to Italy, and make love to you in the sunshine, and in moonlight. I want babies with you. And a dog. And a garden for the kids and dogs to play in, with room for our tent. I want the whole package, Dr. Elizabeth Bennett Goodall. With you.”
Heart singing with happiness, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lips curved in a triumphant smile. “I love you, Sam.”
“Marry me,” he whispered against her waiting mouth. “I promise you the adventure of a lifetime.”
“Yes,” she said when he let her up for air. “Wherever you are will be my adventure. Let’s go home, my lo
ve.”
TROPICAL HEAT Personal Guide
(Includes Spoilers!)
Main Characters: Sam Pelton and Dr. Elizabeth Goodall
Tango: : Thadiwe
Setting: Africa - Country of Huren
Dossier and Interview with Sam Pelton
Main Mission: Tropical Heat
Name: Sam Pelton
DOB: 12/30
State/Country of Birth: Wisconsin, USA
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6’ 1”
Hair: Dark
Body: Tall and, lanky
Voice: Deep and sexy
Distinctions: Right handed
Dress: Gray suits
Languages: Greek, Italian, French, and German
Back Story: Sam and Angel were in the military together. He was her ‘boss’ They had phenomenal sex once, but she wanted to get her MD and leave the military to open a small, private practice somewhere. At the time he couldn’t imagine doing anything else, but he saved his money and bought a small ranch in Montana, got to be friends with some guys nearby (T-FLAC). He joined them. Tropical Heat is her last military job.
Skills/Specialties: Special Ops Tactical Instructor; Trains special ops in weaponry for high risk environments and teaches advanced survival skills to highly trained counter terrorist operatives.
Weapon of choice: Custom Sig Sauer, has an arsenal of weapons.
Past Missions: Italy, French Guiana, Tahiti, Martinique, Belgium, Laos, Central Africa, Congo Basin
Doubles/Undercover as: School Teacher
Habits/Quirks: Complete gentleman, accused of having no nerves in his body, rarely smiles, ice water runs thru his veins, and never ignores his intuition. Favorite food is Italian and favorite ice cream is vanilla.
Background: Previously spent 11 years in a private army, He’s on point – knows exactly where she’s going. He sees big picture. Been in love with Angel since he was her trainer in boot camp – always knows where she is. Junk food junky. Wears dad’s dog tags.
Character Arc: Make Angel love him.
Character goal: Wants to be loved.
Favorite Quotes: “You make your own luck”.
Current Marital Status: Engaged to Dr. Elizabeth Goodall
Home: Brandon, Montana
T-FLAC status/position: Special Ops Tactical Instructor.
Interview with Sam Pelton
Q: Sam, tell us about who would be your perfect woman?
A: Beth Goodall. She’s perfect. Next question?
Q: What do you do in your spare time?
A: Fantasize about Beth.
Q: What do you do for fun?
A: Rock climbing. I like the combination of physical exertion and mental focus it requires…and hanging by your fingertips off a 500 ft. drop to the rock below is an adrenaline rush all its own.
Q: Where did you grow up?
A. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest, guess that’s why I returned to one too. I like knowing what’s going on around me.
Q. What got you into T-FLAC?
A: I didn’t come to T-FLAC, they came to me. Picked me out after military service.
Q: What kind of music do you listen to?
A. Country music mostly. I like Trace Adkins—Rough and Ready.
Q: What’s your greatest fear?
A: Questions like this.
Q: What is your life motto?
A: You make your own luck.
Dr. Elizabeth Goodall
Main Story: Tropical Heat
Background: Beth and Sam were in the military together. He was her ‘boss’ They had phenomenal sex once, but she wanted to get her MD and leave the military to open a small, private practice somewhere. At the time he couldn’t imagine doing anything else, but he saved his money and bought a small ranch in Montana, got to be friends with some guys nearby (T-FLAC). Will join them. This is her last military job.
Personality: Afraid of birds, She’s stuck in minutia, Health nut, Always prepared. Carries everything in her back pack. Purely, nuts, dried fruit. Electrical tape. Safety pins, medical stuff. Mother didn’t achieve her goals because of raising the girls (Kess and Beth).
Character arc: Learn she can have medical practice and love Sam
Character goal: Get out of military and start her own practice.
Storyboard Images Tropical Heat
My Initial Jungle Novel Notes, Concept and Research
Title: TROPICAL HEAT
Bad guys: THE HURENI, Country Huren, Africa
Dr. Angelique (Angel) Goodall later changed to Elizabeth (Beth) Goodall
Afraid of birds
She’s stuck in minutia
Health nut
Always prepared. Carries everything in her back pack. Purely, nuts, dried Mother didn’t achieve her goals because raising the girls (Kess and Angel)
Character arc-learn she can have medical practice and love Sam
Character goal- Get out of military and start own practice
Sam
He’s on point – knows exactly where he’s going.
He sees big picture
Been in love with Beth since he was her trainer in boot camp – always knows where she is.
Junk food junky
Wears dad’s dog tags
Character arc- make Angel love him
Character goal- wants to be loved
They shoot another doctor while she’d kneeling in the dirt, hands tied behind her back. Eyes squeezed shut. “You will do my surgery, if not, you are no use to me. Decided.”
Sam says. “She’ll do it.”
They’ll kill her after surgery. Just buying time until she can escape.
Doctors Without Borders.
Thadiwe planned this. He knew the doctors were coming for 6 months, operating room ready.
Kills everyone on the plane.
They torture her because she refuses to do it. Sam watches.
Bad guy has bad factions under him. His guy in command killed everyone. Wasn’t supposed to.
Thadiwe has price tag on his head. All the nasty factions in his country are after his head and want to kill him.
Scene where the bad factions are fighting with Thadiwe’s men. They have to hide up a tree.
Make love in a tree
Make love in small tent
Jungle boat comes one a week
Waterfalls
boat rapids
miss the boat
run and hide
Sam bargains for a boat from one of the tribes.
While he’s bargaining, she steals it.
dark moment – they grab her again. But she goes willingly because they have Sam.
They start beating the crap out of Sam. She realizes she really does love him.
They lock Sam in a hut
She anesthetizes him.
Makes an excuses to leave the OR.
Rescue Sam.
They are going to torture, and then kill Sam. She says “Let him go, and I’ll do the surgery.”
Show me pictures of him getting on a boat and safe, and I’ll do the surgery.
Puts the guy under, and does the surgery.
I love writing about siblings. The dynamics of how two (or more) people, coming from the same family environment, can turn out so completely different in how they approach the world fascinates me. In TROPICAL HEAT, you’ll get to meet Kess Goodall, the sister of my heroine in NIGHT FALL
A Typical Writing Day…
8:00 Run downstairs with dogs. No thanks, too early to play, feel free to go outside to pee.
8:02 Drink my hot Mocha Frappuccino while I read the news. Timer dings.
8:30 Talk to my Facebook Pips. Timer dings.
9:00 Go for walk around the lake accompanied by ecstatic Chase and Storm
10:00 Talk to my Facebook Pips. Timer dings.
10:10 Shower, dress and put on makeup.
10:45 Talk to my Facebook Pips. Timer dings.
11:30 Protein drink for brunch while playing on Facebook
11:31- 7:00 Attack my keyboard like a demented woman. Running chasing sex falling down shooting running sex.
7:00 A good day. Dinner cooked my darling husband and an evening of movies or TV snuggled with husband, Chase and Storm.
11:00- 3:00 a.m. Woohoo. More running chasing sex falling down shooting running sex. Chase asleep with his head on my foot. Storm asleep in her day bed in my office.
3:01 Take the dogs and go upstairs to fall nose first into bed.
US Army Physician Research
*Exploring Military Physician Career
List of resources listed at the bottom of this page
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Army_Medical_Department_(United_States)
Medical special branches (different branches)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Army_Medical_Command
http://www.goarmy.com/amedd/
**Good site – general info
http://www.goarmy.com/amedd/medical/corps_benefits.jsp#hpsp
Financial Assistance and time required to give back to the army.
http://www.goarmy.com/amedd/health_care_map.html
Army Health Care Facilities Map of Locations
Walter Reed is on this map
http://www.goarmy.com/amedd/medical/index.jsp
Medical Corps
http://www.goarmy.com/amedd/serving_in_the_army_rese.jsp
army reserve doctors participating in humanitarian missions
http://www.goarmy.com/JobDetail.do?id=312
Careers and Jobs - medical corps officer
International Medical Corps – various programs in Africa and around the world
http://www.mods.army.mil/medicaleducation/
medical education – various scholarships
Army Graduate Medical Program
http://www.usarec.army.mil/
