Island Counselor by Sue Brown
Today, I'm thrilled to host Sue Brown's new book Island Counselor, book 2 in the Island Medics series set on the beautiful Isle of Wight. Sue is one of my auto buy authors and I already have this book on my Kindle.
Island Medics #2, part of the Isle universe.
Release Date Jun 20, 2016
Words 61,503
Pages 200
ISBN-13 978-1-63477-336-2
File Formats epub, mobi, pdf
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Blurb
Logan is there for everyone, but who is there when he falls apart?
Counselor Logan Wilde has a successful therapy practice in London, but
when a traumatic incident there leaves him suffering from PTSD, he takes refuge
in his holiday cottage on the Isle of Wight, unable to face going back to work.
Not that he’s allowed to relax. Logan’s time is taken up with helping Liam
Owens, plus there’s Nick Brent, whom Logan discovers collapsed on the beach.
Nick and Logan spend their time bickering with each other, but that doesn’t
alter the attraction they feel.
Logan is forced to make some hard decisions about his future, which
entails facing up to recent events. Only he’s not alone—Nick is with him.
Unfortunately someone else makes a decision too, and now trouble is on its way
to the Isle of Wight.
The Isle Series Information
Island Medics
Excerpt
THE PAT-PAT of Logan Wilde’s feet hitting the hard-packed sand echoed as
he ran along the beach. He ignored the splashes of sea and sand on his shins
and calves, instead focusing on the white building on the far side of the bay.
The beach was mercifully free from tourists at this hour, and the sounds of the
island waking up to a new day didn’t disturb his rhythm. His breathing was
focused and even as he ran, although the tightness in his abdomen told him he
shouldn’t overdo it.
A dog came bounding down the beach to the water’s edge and momentarily
disturbed Logan’s pace. He dodged around the golden retriever, which barked
happily but thankfully ignored him after that, more interested in the small
waves rolling across the sand. Logan loved dogs, but he preferred to like
unknown dogs at a distance. As a jogger Logan had been chased, jumped on, and
even bitten by dogs. The owners were always apologetic, but apologies didn’t do
much to control their mutts.
As the sun rose over the horizon, he ran on, enjoying the time to
himself. Logan loved the Isle of Wight. He’d been coming here since he was a
teenager on a school trip. Now that he owned a holiday cottage in Freshwater,
he spent as much free time there as he could. Unfortunately—or fortunately—as
his therapy practice back in South London was thriving, his free time had
rapidly decreased. His time on the island was precious and he guarded it
jealously. Most of the time he didn’t even let his friends on the island know
he was here; he needed alone time to decompress.
Logan had nearly reached the end of the bay and was contemplating
turning around, when he spotted a man sitting on the sand ahead of him. He
wouldn’t have paid much attention except the man had taken off his left trainer
and his sock. As Logan watched, the man swore loudly.
Logan jogged up to him. “Are you okay?”
“Do I look okay?” the man snapped. He was young, maybe midtwenties, with
dark hair and long dark lashes that framed green eyes. He would have been
handsome but for the sour look on his face.
Logan ignored the hostile words and looked down at his ankle. “Can I
take a look? I’m a doctor. At least I was,” he amended honestly.
“Great,” the man muttered. “Like I haven’t seen enough of you lot.”
“It’s up to you. I can leave you here if you want,” Logan said
cheerfully enough. “You’re going to have to move soon. The tide’s coming in.”
Sure enough, the sea was creeping up the sand and it wouldn’t take long
for the beach to disappear.
The man scowled at him. “Just help me off the beach.”
Logan offered his hand. The man ignored it and tried to stand up by
himself, only to crumple with a pained cry when he tried to bear weight on his
left foot.
“Look, stop being an arse and let me help,” Logan said. He tucked the
sock into the trainer, picked it up, and slung his arm around the guy’s waist.
They managed to get to the promenade without incident. Their progress
was slow, and by the time they’d climbed the stairs, the man was sweaty and
pale beneath his tan.
Logan manhandled him onto a seat and knelt at his feet. “I’m going to
look at your ankle. You might need to get to the hospital and get it x-rayed.”
“It’ll be fine,” the man said. “I had an accident a few weeks ago. I
shouldn’t have tried to run yet.”
Logan frowned as he gently examined the ankle. He didn’t fail to notice
the man’s muscled calves and thighs with their dusting of dark hair. “I think
you just twisted it.”
“That’s what I said.”
“So why do you look like you’re about to pass out?” Logan asked.
“I’m fine. You’ve done your Good Samaritan bit. Now you can go away.”
If the guy hadn’t been looking like death warmed over, Logan might have
done just that. He had better things to do with his morning than deal with Mr.
Bitchy, but something was wrong and Logan wasn’t going to leave the man here
alone. He’d probably pass out and smack his head on the concrete.
The man tried to pull his leg away, but Logan kept him where he was.
Logan sat back on his heels. “When you look like you can stand without passing
out, I’ll go. Let’s start again. Hi, my name’s Logan Wilde.” He held out his hand.
The man stared at him as if he were mad, and then he gave a short laugh
and shook Logan’s hand. “Nick Brent.”
“Pleased to meet you, Nick.” Logan gave him a direct look. “You twisted
your ankle because…?” When Nick pursed his lips stubbornly, Logan sighed.
“Jesus, Nick. I don’t need to be a doctor to tell you’re in pain.”
“It’s my left hip,” Nick said eventually. Logan nodded at him, trying to
encourage him to continue. “I’m a fisherman—or I was up until a month ago. I
slipped on the boat and smacked my hip. It’s taking a while to heal.”
“You can’t work until it is?” Logan guessed
Nick shook his head. “I’m stuck on land until it does.”
“So what were you trying to do today?”
“I went for a jog.” Nick caught sight of the expression on Logan’s face.
“I just thought if I could jog, then I could work.”
“So you overdid it even though your hip hurts like hell, then your leg
crumpled, and you fell?”
“Something like that,” Nick said sourly. Then he sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I
know I was stupid, but I’m desperate, Logan. If I can’t work, I’m not earning
any money. I can’t even pay the mortgage on my flat, so I’ve rented it out to
get some money in. I’ve moved back in with my mum.”
Logan didn’t need to be a mind reader to see how unimpressed Nick was
with the situation. “I understand, but you have to give yourself time to heal.
You’re just going to end up doing more damage if you try to force it.”
Nick huffed and refused to meet Logan’s eyes. “I need to get home.”
“Where do you live?”
“About five minutes from here. I’ll be fine.”
“You still look pale and sweaty. I’m going to get my car and drive you
home. And before you argue, I’m going to put your sock and trainer on too.” He
waited, but Nick didn’t say a word. “What? No arguments?”
“It hurts too fucking much to bend over,” Nick admitted.
“Hallelujah. Sense at last.” Logan carefully rolled on Nick’s sock and
helped him with his trainer. “Stay there.”
Nick leaned back in the seat, scowling at Logan, who ignored it and got
to his feet. Logan stretched, groaning a little at his cramped muscles. As he
relaxed, he noticed Nick eyeing him up and down. When Nick caught Logan’s gaze,
he looked away, still scowling, but his cheeks had gone bright red.
Well, then!
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