Ever in your life wanted two men who wanted you only for themselves? That feeling of “only one man is allowed”? Mara is in this situation? Who will she choose? One, the other, both? Find out in Forbidden 2: Neighborhood Watch by Marteeka Karland available through Changeling Press, LLC.
Mikkarn and Kiril both want the same woman, but even though they have shared, have needed to share, women in the past, this is one woman each of them needs to possess. By himself.
Mara, an Earth doctor learning from Mikkarn, is drawn to both him and Kiril. Her sense of propriety simply will not let her accept taking both of them as her lover. While wanting each man’s touch, she gradually realizes she wants them both — as much as they want each other.
Can a soul have more than one mate — or is it FORBIDDEN?
“Mikkarn, over there,” Kiril whispered, pointing to a small group of humans working frantically on a badly wounded man in the crowded refugee center.
“By the Universe! His whole belly’s been blown away.” Mikkarn winced as he glanced back at his boyhood friend, now bodyguard. “Our Earth contact will have to wait. Time is of the essence.”
Kiril cleared the way through the chaos and filth so Mikkarn could scan the man’s abdomen — or what was left of it — for a quick assessment of the injuries.
“Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing to my patient?” A tiny woman stepped between Mikkarn and the dying man.
“Doctor Mikkarn Tovel. I am in charge of the relief sent from Gothe’mar by Medical Command. This,” he gestured to Kiril, “is Commander Kiril Cha’marn, my bodyguard.”
“It’s about damn time! I’m Doctor Mara Jenson. We’ve been expecting you for days.” She turned back to her patient. Digging in her jacket pocket, which bulged with its contents, she came out with a pair of small scissors. “I’m your contact and Earth representative. I’ll take care of the paperwork later. Right now, I need your help.” Mara cut away bits of the man’s shirt and Mikkarn saw there were actually two wounds, though one was much larger than the other.
Mikkarn moved his scanner over the man again. His wounds were fatal. The healing tube wouldn’t be ready in time to save him. Still, Mikkarn had to try. He barked a sharp set of instructions into the communicator at his throat.
Not getting the results he wanted, he backed away from the patient and spoke with a deadly calm. “We don’t have a few minutes. Get the computers online now.”
The man’s vital signs were failing, fast. Mikkarn was losing this battle.
Without warning, the man screamed, a blood-curling sound that raised the hair on the back of Mikkarn’s neck. A bright red fountain of blood erupted from the gaping wound, and Mara and her staff scrambled in an effort to stem the flow.
“I told you to hold pressure!” Mara snapped. Grabbing a nearby towel, she pressed it to the man’s abdomen and looked over her shoulder at Mikkarn. “Are you going to stand there, or do something?” Her vivid green eyes pierced him straight to his soul.
“We are making the final preparations. I can transport him directly into the tube in five minutes.”
“This guy doesn’t have five minutes!”
Mikkarn moved closer to do an intensive scan of the man’s brain. Kiril had not interfered until this point, but he placed a restraining hand on Mikkarn’s shoulder. “Kiril, I need an exact reading of neurological decay.” Not saying anything, Kiril backed off.
“There is a steady drop in brain function.” Mikkarn made eye contact with Mara again and winced at the anger he saw there. “He’s losing too much blood to maintain oxygen levels.”
Her disgusted snort actually caused a physical ache in his chest. Why her opinion of him mattered at all was beyond reasoning.
“No shit. You think?” Mara drawled as she dug into another pocket and handed a roll of tape to the woman next to her.
“Sarcasm isn’t helping.” His reply was harsher than he intended and his anger self-directed. He had absolutely no idea what to do before technology took over. His patient was dying right before his eyes.
“You’re the one with god-like medical knowledge. Do something!” Mara’s desperate accusation hung between them. Mikkarn hated to admit there was nothing he could do until the computers were linked and engaged.
“Not without the proper equipment,” he replied tightly.
Mara looked at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
No matter how much she affected him, her mouth was getting on his nerves. “Do your job. I’ll do mine. You keep blood and oxygen going where it’s supposed to and I’ll get the computers ready to operate the healing tube.”
As she turned from him, his attention never left Mara or her team. Unfortunately, when she bent over the patient to grab something just out of reach, the fabric of her pants stretched tightly across her backside. He blinked as an unbidden image of that shapely rear clothed in nothing but his hands stabbed into his consciousness.
Mikkarn snapped his attention back to the problem at hand, but it still took his team just shy of five minutes to ensure all was ready for Mara’s patient. He looked back at the dying man just as Mara spoke to her nurses.
“No, squeeze them in. He needs blood too badly to let it drip on its own, and we don’t have a pump.”
“That’s not advisable, Dr. Jenson. This is untyped blood.” Mikkarn almost felt sorry for the nurse who spoke. Almost. Mara knew what she was doing, and any delay in carrying out her orders could very possibly cost this man his life.
“Just do it!” Mara snapped. “Or leave. I really don’t care which.”
Another nurse, who wisely kept her head down, squeezed a bag attached to a tube coming from the patient’s mouth, while another nurse pressed the man’s chest downward with a considerable amount of force in a steady rhythm. Mara had one hand inserted past her wrist inside the man’s gut.
Blood was everywhere.
“If you’re done fiddling with your fancy gizmos, we could really use a little help here.” Mara’s voice was strained, incensed. Almost accusing. She never even glanced at him.
Mikkarn ignored her biting comment. “You must remove your hand from his body.” His irritation was of no consequence; only getting this patient to a healing tube safely concerned him.
“If I do that, he’ll bleed to death in seconds. I’m plugging his aorta.”
“Transfer will be instantaneous. You will move on my mark.”
She looked at him then. “You better be right about this.”
Mikkarn didn’t flinch. “Ready? Now.”
Mara removed her hand.
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