Recon Marines III: The Marine's Doctor
Recon Marine Mak and Dr. Molly Drant hunt down a shadowy cabal behind the horrid human experiments, but will Mak find answers about his own humanity and allow himself to love the genius doctor?
Recon Marine Mak enjoys leading a scientific mission, but their horrible discoveries raises questions about his origin he’s not ready to face. He continues on the assignment for two reasons. A soul deep need for answers about the Recon Marine program and a fierce need to protect Dr. Molly Drant. The genius doctor is too courageous for her own good.
Few things shock Molly Drant, but the inhumane experiments they stumble upon test her toughness. As clues lead them from one isolated lab to the next, the entire team is tested in body and soul. Without Mak’s soldiering skills some of their discoveries would have ended in disaster. Most men are intimidated by Molly’s intelligence or her powerful father. As danger and thrilling discovery draw Molly and Mak closer together, she finds he’s a man smart enough and brave enough to act on their desires for each other.
But no amount of lust or trust will protect them when the secret organization of military and medical leaders sets a trap to protect their plan to create a perfect soldier. It will take all of Molly’s genius and Mak’s military experience to survive before they can consider a future together. And while in the battle for their lives, Mak will finally figure out what it means to be human.
Published: June 2014
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 78,948
Genre: Futuristic Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-615-5br /> New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
“I didn’t want to answer your questions earlier. That’s why I left our dinner so abruptly.”
“Really.” Molly bit her lip to hold back her smile.
“I will answer it for you, Dr. Molly Drant. I accepted this mission for a few reasons. The Recon Marines owe your father. Though he doesn’t speak loudly in our defense, he has worked faithfully in the legal tangles of military justice to make sure we remain free men. I was the best situated to go.”
“Situated?” Molly scooted closer to Mak on the sofa, drawn to the open vulnerability on his face as much as the strength in his deep voice.
“My brothers are all involved … all newly married. I’m alone.”
He probably had no idea how those words sounded to Molly. She was close enough now to take his hand. His long strong fingers were callused against her own work-roughened hand. “That isn’t the only reason you came along.”
Mak looked at their hands, his fingers tightening on hers. “I guess I had to know where we came from. The Recon Marines figured out we were considered expendable long before we chose to disobey unlawful orders. Human life is precious to most people. But the people who created us wanted a living, thinking weapon. Our lives were not to be mourned as those of a human soldier.”
“Only a few people thought that way.”
“Only a few people knew of our existence and nearly all of them thought that way.” Mak lifted his gaze to hers. The artificial light didn’t bring out the blue in his eyes as much as sunlight did, only offering hints of color in the dark intense depths. “We weren’t human in their eyes just like those creatures we saw on Julian. We were considered as disposable but more useful. The experiments preceding ours were thrown away like broken instruments.”
“Mak, anyone who meets you knows that you are human.” Molly couldn’t imagine the emotional pain the Recon Marines could never entirely escape.
“I am a motherless, fatherless, lab-born being.” Mak looked down at their hands again, hiding whatever was in his eyes. “I have to know what my creators were thinking as they conducted their cruel experiments. Were we the epitome of their work? Were Nemon and his ilk the ultimate weapon?”
“My father believes those that created Nemon were a rogue branch of the military science division that diverged from those who worked on the Recon Marine program years before your were born.”
“And these rogues are the people we’re following?”
“Yes. We believe so.”
“And I shall find my answers.”
“Mak, I don’t think these awful, unethical people were like your creators.”
“I think they were exactly like them. Filled with arrogance as they manipulated the natural order.”
Molly didn’t think Mak would find the answers he wanted. And if he found them, they likely wouldn’t give him the closure or comfort he sought. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his gaze back to hers. “I think all people seek to find their place in the universe, their fated path.”
His eyebrow rose. “You believe in fate? I wouldn’t expect someone raised at General Drant’s side to have such fanciful notions.”
“I do believe there is a higher purpose directing our lives, guiding the choices we make.”
“Even after what we saw on Julian? Do you believe the fate of those men was determined at their birth? To be turned into nearly mindless creatures and to suffer endlessly until death catches up with them?”
“Some choice they made led them there. Perhaps they volunteered, greedy to experience superior abilities. Or they might have been condemned men who lost their personal rights and liberties because of their evil acts.”
“I can’t agree with your logic, doctor, though I also don’t know how to counter your arguments.” His eyebrow was up again, making him more handsome.
“Thank you for telling me this, Mak.” Molly ran her hand down his cheek and then around the back of his neck. She tugged his head toward her, smiling as his eyes widened.
He dropped his gaze to her lips and then she didn’t have to pull on him anymore. He leaned in, touching his lips to hers, light and hesitant. She stretched to meet him, pressing her lips into his. It had been a while since she’d kissed anyone, and she didn’t remember it being so … nice. Her father’s position or her intellect fended off most men. Perhaps a fearless marine was what she needed.
He ran his hand through her hair and rested it behind her head. His lips moved on hers as he held her in place. Then he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You shouldn’t have?” Molly pulled back so he had to let go of her. “I believe we did that. You weren’t alone in that kiss.”
He blinked a few times. “Of course I wasn’t alone.”
“You don’t have to worry about my father.”
“Why would I worry about your father?”
“Because you kissed me. I won’t let him cause trouble for you.”
“Trouble for me?” Mak touched his fingers to his lips. “I thought it was a good kiss, didn’t you?”
“I enjoyed it quite a bit.”
“How is the kiss related to trouble with your father?”
Molly wanted to kiss him again. Kiss him a lot. Though he didn’t understand the reasons, the kiss was a bad idea. They had miles and miles to fly yet on their mission together. She’d never become physically involved with a member of her team before. It could interfere if she did that now, even if Mak was irresistible. Even if they were having the oddest, cutest conversation she’d ever had with a man. “I’ll explain later. Maybe when we’re done working together.”
She stood up and Mak did too. His tight uniform didn’t hide his body’s reaction to their kiss. A shiver of arousal warmed her. But now wasn’t the time though the temptation of the big soft bed sat only steps away. “I should get some sleep while we’re in port. And you need to catch up on your rest too.”
Mak looked mystified as she guided him to the door. He paused before stepping out into the hall. “I know I sometimes miss the subtleties of human conversation, but did you like kissing me or not?”
She pushed him out into the hallway. “I liked it. Way too much.” Then she closed the door in his face.