by Emily Forbes
Bondi Beach Medics
Beachside rescues and sun-kissed romance!
With most of their childhoods spent roaming Australia’s shorelines with their nomadic parents, Sydney was the only place that the Carlson siblings made their home.
And now they’re back! Living under the same roof and practicing the medicine they love. Saving lives in its hospitals and on its beaches. After all, they never could resist the call of the surf!
Yet as the familiar embrace of Bondi Beach’s coastline welcomes them in life and career, it’s the call of love that could truly make this place their home.
Discover Poppy’s story in
Rescuing the Paramedic’s Heart
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And look out for Jet, Daisy and Lily’s stories
Coming soon!
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up this book, which is the first in my four-book Bondi Beach Medics series.
I’d like to introduce you to Poppy Carlson, the third of four siblings—Lily, Jet, Poppy and Daisy. They are an ED doctor, a lifeguard, a paramedic and a pediatric nurse, each with their own tale to tell.
I loved the idea of exploring their lives across a series and I’m excited to see where they go. I hope you enjoy Poppy and Ryder’s love story and come with me when I move ahead to Jet, Daisy and Lily!
I promise drama, adversity, love and laughter set against a backdrop of sun, surf and summer at Australia’s busiest and most famous beach.
I’d love to hear from you if you’ve enjoyed this story or any of my others. You can visit my website, emily-forbesauthor.com, or drop me a line at [email protected].
Emily
Rescuing the Paramedic’s Heart
Emily Forbes
Emily Forbes is an award-winning author of medical romance for Harlequin. She has written over twenty-five books and has twice been a finalist for the Australian Romantic Book of the Year Award, which she won in 2013 for her novel Sydney Harbor Hospital: Bella’s Wishlist. You can get in touch with Emily at [email protected], or visit her website at emily-forbesauthor.com.
Books by Emily Forbes
Harlequin Medical Romance
London Hospital Midwives
Reunited by Their Secret Daughter
Nurses in the City
Reunited with Her Brooding Surgeon
The Christmas Swap
Waking Up to Dr. Gorgeous
Tempted & Tamed
A Doctor by Day...
Tamed by the Renegade
A Mother to Make a Family
One Night That Changed Her Life
Falling for His Best Friend
Rescued by the Single Dad
Taming Her Hollywood Playboy
The Army Doc’s Secret Princess
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
For James,
Twenty-four years as husband and wife and I’m having as much fun now as I did when we were first married!
I couldn’t do this without you.
With love, now and always,
Emily
16 March 2021
Praise for Emily Forbes
“Ms. Forbes has delivered a delightful read in this book where emotions run high because of everything this couple go through on their journey to happy ever after...and where the chemistry between this couple was strong; the romance was delightful and had me loving these two together.”
—Harlequin Junkie on Rescued by the Single Dad
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
EXCERPT FROM A WEDDING FOR THE SINGLE DAD BY MEREDITH WEBBER
CHAPTER ONE
‘EASY? KEEP AN eye on Backpackers’ Express, I reckon we might have trouble.’
Jet Carlson’s voice came through the radio, catching Ryder’s attention as he stood beside the lifeguard buggy. Jet was up in the circular lifeguard tower that overlooked Bondi Beach, keeping watch over the one-kilometre curve of white sand, issuing updates to the lifeguards on patrol. Ryder reached into the buggy and picked up his binoculars and scanned the beach, looking towards the troublesome rip to the south. He picked out a dark-haired man swimming alone where the first waves were breaking as the Pacific Ocean rolled into the shore.
He picked up the walkie-talkie, certain he was looking at the same man Jet had spotted. ‘Copy that, Central, I see him,’ he responded.
He stood by the buggy as he kept his eyes on the swimmer. The water to the man’s left was deceptively calm between two sets of rolling waves. Ryder knew the tide was turning and the calm water indicated a passage of water flowing out to sea. If the man got any closer, he’d be pulled out to sea with the tide.
It was the danger period, after lunch on a hot Sunday. It wasn’t peak season yet; it was only the middle of spring and school hadn’t finished for the year but the beach was still busy. Holidaymakers, shift workers and backpackers all flocked to Bondi at any time of the year. The tide was going out and the notorious rip was going to cause grief. Most likely to an unsuspecting tourist.
No matter how hard the lifeguards tried, it was impossible to get all the beachgoers to swim between the flags. Ryder knew it was sometimes because they didn’t understand English or the dangers or where to swim, at other times they just chose to ignore the lifeguards and the risks, thinking their swimming ability was better than it was or that the warnings were some kind of joke or scaremongering tactics and the treacherous conditions wouldn’t affect them. It didn’t help matters that the main access point to the beach was closest to the dangerous southern end.
But no matter what the reason was for swimmers ending up in the wrong place, the lifeguards’ job was to look after them all. The drunk, the stubborn, the unlucky.
Life was precious and Ryder felt a strong sense of responsibility and, at the end of the day, a strong sense of satisfaction in a job well done, whether that had been saving a life or just preventing a disaster. Not every day brought an emergency, although there was always some excitement, but a quiet day on the beach was preferable to one filled with drama.
Either way he enjoyed the work. It was interesting and varied and he met people from all over the world and from all walks of life and he reckoned that would hold him in good stead for his future career as a psychologist. If he could cope with the Bondi beachgoers, he could cope with anything.
He hadn’t worked at Bondi long. It had only been a couple of months since he’d been offered a position and had become one of several lifeguards employed by the local council to patrol the popular beach three hundred and sixty-five days of the year. It was a highly coveted job and usually went to qualified Sydneysiders who had grown up surfing the waves at the local beaches and had years of experience of the conditions.
He’d had years of experience as a surfer and as a lifeguard at Cottesloe Beach in Western Australia but that was on the opposite side of the country, on the shores of the Indian Ocean. But the Pacific Ocean was familiar to him—he’d spent his childhood surfing the breaks at Byron Bay, on the coast north of Bondi. The ocean on Australia’s east coast had been home to him until one fateful day, just before his eighteenth birthday, when he’d been uprooted from everything that was special to him and moved thousands of kilometres away to the other side of
the continent.
Eventually he’d settled in his new home and when he’d arrived in Bondi, part way through his transcontinental road trip, he hadn’t planned on staying but he’d been offered a temporary position and it had been too good to refuse.
He’d landed in Bondi at just the right time. Two lifeguards had sustained serious injuries that would keep them off the beach for several months over the busy summer period and the council had been desperate to employ qualified replacements. Ryder had fitted the bill and, fortunately for him, he also had a personal reference from his childhood friend, Jet Carlson, the lifeguard who was currently manning the tower and giving Ryder his instructions.
He was happy with temporary. He knew he couldn’t stay for ever as he was needed back west, but for the moment this was good. Casual work would allow him to extend his break and make sure he was refreshed and energised when he went home.
It was a perfect situation, he thought as he had a quick glance along the beach, trying to figure out if there was anyone else keeping an eye on the man he had under watch. Was anyone else aware of his position? In situations like this it could be helpful to speak to someone who knew the swimmer. It could help determine how competent they were in the water.
But he didn’t really need confirmation, he’d bet his next pay cheque on the fact that this guy wasn’t a strong swimmer. He could see him pushing off the bottom, not wanting to get out of his depth, but the outgoing tide was already taking him further from the beach and the minute he got washed off the sandbar he’d be in deep water.
As Ryder watched, a wave broke over the man’s head, submerging him. That second or two when he went under was long enough to make him lose his footing. As he surfaced, he was swept into the channel and away from the beach.
He was in trouble.
‘Easy?’ Jet’s voice came through the radio, using Ryder’s nickname.
‘I’m on it.’ Ryder leapt out of the buggy, whipped off his distinctive blue lifeguard shirt, grabbed the rescue board from the rack on the side of the all-terrain vehicle and sprinted into the surf. He threw his board in front of him and dived onto it. He paddled strongly out past the small waves that were crashing onto the shore, past the swimmers who were oblivious to the drama unfolding a few metres off the beach, past the break.
He scanned the sea as pulled his board through the water and caught a brief glimpse of the man’s head as it appeared behind a wave before he lost sight of him again. He dug deep, paddling harder, knowing time was of the essence. His shoulder muscles bunched and already he could feel the burn but he was used to that. He was breathing deeply, his lungs straining, and he could feel his heart racing but he wouldn’t stop. He was getting close now.
He crested a small wave just in time to see the man go under again.
Two more strokes.
He reached over the side of the board, plunging his arm into the water up to his elbow. He scooped his arm through the water but came up empty. He could see the man’s dark hair. He leaned over further, plunging his whole arm into the ocean, the sea reaching to his armpit, and this time his fingers grabbed hold of the man’s head. He pulled him to the surface by a fistful of hair. He knew it would hurt but having your hair pulled was a small price to pay in exchange for your life.
He dragged the man from the water, holding him by one arm. He wasn’t breathing. Ryder needed to get him securely onto the rescue board and back to shore. The man was of slight build and probably weighed no more than seventy kilograms. Ryder was six feet three inches tall, fit and strong, a muscular ninety kilograms with no excess weight, but even so he strained with the effort of pulling a dead weight out of the water.
He grabbed his patient under his armpits and hauled him up, draping him across the board. He pulled his legs out of the ocean and waited to see if he would start breathing on his own.
The man coughed twice, expelling sea water, and began breathing. Now Ryder just had to get him back to the beach.
He got the man balanced, getting him to lie on his stomach in front of him. It was a long paddle back to shore and he didn’t want the board tipping. He didn’t want to lose his patient and have to go through the process of getting him out of the water a second time.
* * *
As Ryder brought his board onto the beach two dark-haired women hurried down to the water’s edge. His patient fell off the board into the shallow water as the rescue board hit the sand. Ryder grabbed his board with one hand and hooked his other hand under the man’s armpit, helping him to his feet. His legs were shaky, the small waves almost knocking him off balance, and Ryder kept hold of him, helping to keep him upright.
‘Thank you. Thank you.’ The man had recovered enough to speak but his English was heavily accented.
‘No worries,’ Ryder replied, even though it was a worry. Beachgoers needed to be aware of the dangers. He didn’t want to be rescuing the same man again today, something that had happened many times before.
‘Do you see those flags?’ he said as he pointed north along the beach. ‘Red and yellow? You must swim between the flags.’ He gave the warning, even though he doubted he would be understood, but he had a duty to explain the risks and to attempt to get them to follow the rules.
‘Yes, yes.’ The man and his friends all nodded but Ryder suspected none of them fully comprehended his caution.
‘Here—very dangerous,’ he emphasised as he waved his hand out to sea in the direction of the rip and tried one last time to stress the need to avoid this area, but he didn’t have time to repeat himself, or to give any other advice, before he heard Jet’s voice again from the radio in the buggy.
‘Easy? There’s another one in Backpackers’. I’m sending the jet-ski out but you’ll be faster.’
Backpackers’ Rip hadn’t finished creating chaos yet and the day was going downhill fast.
‘No worries,’ he replied. ‘I’ve got it.’
The Asian tourists were still thanking him as he picked up his board, turned and sprinted back into the water.
* * *
‘Hello! I’m here. Anyone home?’
Lily jumped as she heard the front door slam and her sister’s voice calling for her.
Poppy had arrived and the energy in the house kicked up a notch, swirling around Lily as the serenity of the day evaporated. From the time she could walk Poppy’s life had moved at a million miles an hour. She was loud and fast and hectic. By comparison, Lily and Daisy, the eldest and youngest Carlson sisters, were quiet. Only their brother, Jet, could give Poppy a run for her money in the volume stakes and that was only at certain times. Jet had two settings—quietly monosyllabic or loud and boisterous. Poppy constantly operated at full volume and top speed, as if there were too many things to get done, no time to stop.
Poppy was standing just inside the front hall. She had two bags slung over her shoulders but she dumped them on the floor to hug her sister.
Lily hugged her tightly before stepping back to look at her younger sibling.
Poppy was a mixture of her older and younger sisters physically but there wasn’t much of either of them in Poppy’s personality. Lily wondered momentarily how disruptive Poppy’s arrival was going to be. But when Poppy had called and said she needed a place to stay, Lily hadn’t hesitated. They might be like chalk and cheese in many ways but they were family and, as the eldest of the Carlson tribe, Lily had always made her siblings her priority. Poppy could be exhausting but Lily would deal with the logistics of her arrival just like she dealt with everything else—almost everything else, she amended silently, knowing there was one issue she was continuing to ignore. Having Poppy stay might turn out to be a bonus—someone else’s drama might be a good distraction from the mess of her own personal life.
‘Why don’t you put your things in here?’ Lily pointed to the bedroom off the hall on their right. ‘And I’ll put the kettle on.’
* * *
Poppy threw her bags onto the bed. This room was at the front of the house that Lily used to share with her husband. Poppy wondered if Lily had spoken to Otto recently or if she was still struggling with what had happened between them. She’d had a difficult time and she had Poppy’s sympathy.
Thinking about Lily’s love life reminded her to try calling Craig. Again. She took her phone out of her bag and brought up his number but, for the second time in as many hours, her call went to voice mail. This time she left a message, letting him know she’d arrived safely and asking him to call her back. She ended the call, annoyed that he hadn’t phoned her after the last message. He would have checked his phone. Surely, he’d want to know she’d reached Sydney safely?
She sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. She kicked off her shoes and headed for the kitchen.
Lily’s house was tall and narrow, it spanned four levels but was only one room wide, and it was in a magnificent position, perched on the hill at the southern end of Bondi with an incredible view looking east over the ocean and north over the famous beach. The kitchen opened onto a deck and Poppy stepped out and tipped her face to the sky, letting the sun warm her skin. She inhaled and let the scent of the sea wash over her. She’d missed the beach.
She had spent most of the past nine years living in Brisbane, which, despite it being the capital of Queensland, was severely lacking in beaches. Having grown up in Byron Bay on the New South Wales north coast, the ocean was in her blood and it was good to be able to step outside and see the waves and smell the salt air.
‘Where’s Daisy?’ Poppy asked as Lily handed her a mug of tea and sat beside her on a high stool that afforded them a view over the sea. The kitchen was on the entrance level but the ground sloped away below the deck and Poppy could look down into the garden or out over the ocean.
‘She’s at work, she’s on an early and I have to go in shortly as there are a couple of patients I need to check.’ Both Lily and Daisy worked at Bondi General Hospital. Lily was a first-year resident and Daisy was a paediatric nurse. ‘I thought we could have a family dinner tonight, though, I’ve asked Jet, too. He’s on duty today but finishes at seven.’