A is for Aaron Jackson. From Marshal's Law, Aaron is a bad ass, take no crap lawman who has his hands full protecting the innocent and upholding the law in this harsh, western frontier town. He also has his hands full with Janelle Prescott who has suddenly landed in his lap, confused (so he thinks), using language no decent lady would dare use in company, if ever, and talking nonsense about being from the future. Come with me to Laramie, Wyoming, 1878, for little glimpse into Janelle and Aaron's first meeting
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"This is likely to hurt, and I’m
out of chloroform. I’ll have to use the ether.”
Ether? Chloroform? Dear God, had
she heard him correctly? Was she dreaming, or trapped in some sort of old west
delusion? It seemed very real to her, and she couldn’t just lie there meekly
and do nothing.
“Are you freaking nuts? You can’t
use ether! At the very least, you’ll blow us all to kingdom come with that
shit. Not to mention, I’ll probably never wake up from it.” Her vision was
finally starting to clear a bit, and she looked up into the face of a startled
white-haired gentleman who she assumed was ‘Doc’. “Don’t you have some
butterfly bandages or steri-strips? Just clean it up with some Betadine. Who
the hell uses ether for a gash on the head, for crying out loud?”
“Marshal, I barely understand a word
coming out of this poor child’s mouth. Except for the cuss words, that is. She
must have taken quite a blow; she’s addled.”
“I am not addled, sir. I am a
registered nurse and know what I’m saying. Give me a mirror, and I’ll do it
myself.”
“But—”
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| My inspiration for Aaron. Thanks, Joe! |
“Give me a minute with her, will
you, Doc?” The familiar deep voice captured Janelle’s attention, and she turned
her head toward its source. Her jaw gaped in amazement, because looming over
her, not an inch away, was the spitting image of Joe Manganiello, her favorite
werewolf from her favorite show—True Blood. His dark hair and soulful brown
eyes, along with the scruff of a dark beard, were the same as werewolf Joe’s
from her sexy dreams. Only this man was taller, hotter, and a lot more
muscular. He also appeared to be a heck of a lot angrier.
The doctor nodded, tucking a
soft wad of linen into her hand. He quickly gave her instructions to hold
pressure against the wound to slow the bleeding and then quietly left the room.
As soon as the door clicked
shut, Joe’s lookalike walked closer to the table and stared down at her. “Let’s
get some things straight, right now. You will do exactly what the doctor says;
you will do it politely and will thank him when he is done. And if I hear
another foul or disrespectful word out of your mouth, I will turn you over my
knee and paddle your little butt until you can’t sit for a week. Is that
understood?”
Stunned, her mouth gaped open in
disbelief. Who did this guy think he was? Talk about a mood swing, sexy Marshal
Joe had just flown out the window and been replaced by some jerk wad with a
spanking fetish. “How dare you! You can’t talk to me that way and threaten to…
to… spank me! That’s police brutality or harassment, or something. I read
police novels and watch TV, you know.”
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