Title: RESCUE ME
Genre: LGBT Contemporary
Word Count: 85,000
Most people have a funny story about how they met their spouse. Jacoby Mortensen found his future husband half-dead in the seedy part of Council Bluffs, Iowa.
Getting attached to a seventeen-year-old John Doe goes against every rule of first responders. But the longer Jacoby sat at Jimmy’s bed side, the more attached he grew. And no matter how many times Jimmy ran away, back to the drugs and the streets, Jacoby was at home, waiting for him. He took his vows seriously and, if that meant combing the streets trying to bring his husband home, so be it.
When Jimmy goes off his meds this time around, Jacoby doesn’t think he’s strong enough to make the marriage work anymore. Jimmy not only goes off his meds, he goes off his rocker at work, too. Once he’s released from the psych ward, he promises to stay on his meds, but Jacoby doesn’t believe him.
Jacoby loves Jimmy and is determined to keep their marriage together. But he’s got to keep his husband clean and sober. Jimmy refuses to take care of himself and Jacoby is going slowly insane. Then, Jimmy makes a decision that could change their marriage forever. And now Jacoby has to decide just how much Jimmy means to him—and to what lengths he’ll go to keep the marriage together.
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“Hey Jacoby, ready to clean?” Hollister McIntosh called. She flashed me a smile as I stepped up on the back bumper and into the ambulance.
I shivered and tightened my jacket. What in the hell possessed me to move to the Midwest? I mean, yeah, the waiting list for the EMT program in California was two years long, but I could’ve gone back after graduation. Had I used my brain, I could be in sunny Southern California right now. But no. I came to Nebraska for school and bought a farm in Iowa. I didn’t think about winter. It’s fucking freezing outside!
Shaking my head, I glanced at the grey clouds that had stayed solidly in place all day. The forecast said freezing rain and snow; the clouds said the forecasters were right for a change. I tugged my hat down further over my ears and trudged toward rig 44.
“If I must.”
“Oh come on, sour puss. It’s not like we’re busy.” She cocked her head, her green eyes twinkling. “The faster you get in here, the less time this’ll take.”
“It’s butt-ass cold out here,” I said. “Can we at least turn on the heat?”
I flipped her off, laughing. In all the years I’ve lived here, my California blood has never thickened. I swear you have to be born here to have thick blood. I pulled a clipboard out and started counting bags of saline.
“Got any big plans for your anniversary tomorrow?”