Rescue Me

223 Pages·2008·0.9 MB·English

by  Adair Cherry

Rescue Me
By
Cherry Adair, Lora Leigh, Cindy
Gerard
Contents
Cherry Adair - Tropical Heat
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Lora Leigh - Atlanta Heat
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Cindy Gerard - Desert Heat
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events
portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.

RESCUE ME

"Tropical Heat" copyright © 2008 by Cherry Adair.
"Atlanta Heat" copyright © 2008 by Lora Leigh.
"Desert Heat" copyright © 2008 by Cindy Gerard.

ISBN: 0-312-94842-5
EAN: 978-0-312-94842-9

Printed in the United States of America St. Martin's Paperbacks edition / July
2008

St. Martin's Paperbacks are published by St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth
Avenue, New York, NY 10010.
Tropical Heat
CHERRY ADAIR
Chapter One

Huren
Congo Basin
Central Africa

The brilliant lights of the operating room glinted off the scalpel being held to
Doctor Elizabeth Goodall's slender throat.
Flat on his belly in the main air-conditioning duct directly above them, Sam
Pelton aimed his Sig Sauer between the soldier's expressionless eyes. The state-
of-the-art, multi-million dollar operating room wouldn't have been unusual if it
had been in a large hospital in a major city anywhere in the world. But this OR
was smack in the middle of the jungles of Central Africa.
"Obviously I was brought all this way for a reason," Beth was saying a little
desperately. "Just tell me why. There's no need to threaten me with the scalpel."
When she got nothing more than a blank stare, she dragged in a deep breath,
held it, then let it out slowly. "Who's in charge? You?" she asked the guy with
the blade.
Yeah. I'd like to see the asshole in charge, too, Sam thought, watching them
through the small holes he'd pierced in the metal duct. This top-secret
compound, deep in the Huren jungle, belonged to President Sipho Nkemidilm.
What was so damn urgent that he'd had a prominent physician kidnapped from a
bustling metropolitan hotel and flown thousands of miles to his hidden
compound?
Something big. The compound was crawling with heavily armed, camo-clad
soldiers. More of them than had been reported here a week ago. It didn't bother
Sam that there were twenty trained soldiers in residence. Twenty to one weren't
insurmountable odds. He had an arsenal of weapons on him and a heavier pack,
fully equipped, concealed several clicks away in the jungle. Another smaller