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He’s a search and rescue helicopter pilot, she’s a high-fashion model. He thinks she’s a stuck-up woman who won’t give him the time of day. She’s sure he’s the hell-raiser her parents always warned her of. Against her better judgment, she is tempted by this man…very tempted. He feels the temptation too, and more. Then the helicopter goes down, crashing their world around them in a struggle for survival.
“There down to your left, Taj, I can see some markers.”
“Oh no, not on the highway again. I hope they’ve stopped all traffic. The last time we had to land on the road, we nearly had an accident ourselves.”
“They’ve assured me that all traffic has been stopped.”
“Hang on then. I’m putting her down.”
Slowly the helicopter descended into the darkness, then with a shudder, it settled onto the hard asphalt. Not waiting until the rotors had stopped turning, both the crewman and paramedic dove out of the craft and headed across the road to where they could see the flashing red and blue lights, followed by the pilot as soon as he had the ’copter secure.
“What have we got?”
The men approached the EMS personnel situated alongside what had once been two fairly modern motor vehicles, but which were now a twisted pile of metal.
“Two dead and two badly injured; one of them a male child of approximately three; the other a female, possibly his mother.”
Taj’s heart missed a beat. He hated his job when it involved children. Far too often, they didn’t make it to hospital.
“How bad is he?”
“He’s lost a lot of blood, but I think we’ve got him stabilized.”
“And the other?” Taj stepped forward to view both victims of the car crash.
“She’s holding her own at the moment, but it’ll be touch and go. She’s lost a lot of blood and has, I suspect, internal injuries.”
“Then we’d better get them loaded up.”
Leaving the other men to organize details, the crewman hurried back to his helicopter to unload the portable stretchers.
Minutes later, the helicopter lifted off and headed back into the city.
* * * *
“Belmont Hospital. Sister Blair speaking.”
“This is Taj Holland.”
“Taj. I wondered how long it would be before we heard from you. I guess you’re ringing up about last night’s crash victims?”
“Yes. How are they doing?”
“The woman died.”
From the other end of the phone, Sister Blair heard a sound, which sounded like a sob, but she made no comment and continued, “The little boy is still critical but stable.”
“Will he pull through?”
“We hope so, but the next twenty-four hours are going to be touch and go. If he makes it through them without any setbacks, then I’d guess he’ll be okay.”
“Has he got family with him?”
“His grandmother arrived this morning, and I believe an auntie is coming tomorrow. Having lost both his parents in this crash, he’s going to need all the support he can get.”
“Can I call and see him?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Actually, the staff was just asking when you’d be in.”
“As usual, you’ll keep this quiet.”
“We will, but why you don’t want anyone to know you care is beyond me.”
“It wouldn’t go with my image you know.”
Although she couldn’t see his face, Sister Blair could hear the hint of laughter in his voice, but before she could comment, Taj continued, “Just imagine what my friends would say if they could see me worrying about a small boy.”
“How you can call those people you associate with your friends, I’ll never know,” Sister Blair reprimanded.
“Not another lecture.”
“Do you ever take any notice? Your lifestyle outside the service leaves a lot to be desired, young man. People would take you more seriously if you’d change it. You mark my words, one day, you’ll regret not having cleaned up your act.”
"From the first, I had a very hard time warming up to Willow’s character. She is a snob, and remained so for far too long. She was a little wishy-washy in her feelings and never seemed to be able to think for herself, instead letting others dictate her actions. It is only when Taj stops being so obnoxious that she begins to see the real man hiding beneath the brash exterior. He hides behind a "devil-may-care", reckless persona, all the while nursing a wounded soul. A different spin on the "across the tracks" subgenre, Willow and Taj seem so mismatched it makes the reader wonder what the author is thinking.
That soon becomes apparent as Taj convinces her to go out with him and little by little the romance develops in a heartwarming fashion. A good read for a lazy afternoon, Model in Flight is a fine romance with well drawn characters and interesting situations. The vivid depiction of New Zealand’s people and scenery is well portrayed. Model in Flight is a good story from author Ann Patrick, an author to keep an eye on." -- Reviewed by Scarlet, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Whew! This book steams with attraction between the main characters. There is a connection between Willow and Taj that is irresistible and undeniable.
Throughout this story, the couple is faced with opposition that keeps them apart and builds the tension and desire... The ending to this story was both genuine and satisfying. Not all of the conflict was resolved and wrapped up in a nice, neat package. It gives a sense of reality to the story and doesn't trivialize the struggles and sacrifices of the characters. Ann Patrick doesn't just write a story, she opens the door to an adventure, with characters that will capture your heart and imagination. This is one journey I would encourage readers to take." - FOUR BOOK RATING, Reviewed by Lily, Long And Short Reviews
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
No. of Pages: 290
Paper Weight (lb): 12.2
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