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BLURB:

Chad Morgan is tired of his Hollywood life and his role as action hero Storm. He's ignoring the contracts for two more movies in the franchise. He wants to take a different direction and make a movie of his friend's book. He has bought the rights. But his agent and the studio want more Storm. His personal life is also bouncing from one woman to another. His thoughts have turned to Emma Grassi, the woman he left behind in his quest for fame. He decides to return to Fern Lake and speak to his friend and renew his friendship with Emma.

Emma is now a nurse practitioner sharing an office with her doctor friend. She has waited for Chad to return and has decided this isn't going to happen. She's decided to confront him and put an end to the dream she has remembered and he has forgotten. Life takes a twist when Chad 's auto accident on the outskirts of Fern Lake bring them together. She wants out. He wants in.

EXCERPT:

As she ate, a group of young nurses sat at the next table. Though she hadn’t meant to listen, their loud excited voices caught her attention.

“I nearly went crazy when the ambulance brought him in,” one nurse said.

“Why?” asked a second.

A third leaned forward. “We thought he was Chad Morgan.”

The fourth laughed. “Why would a Hollywood hunk come to Fern Lake? We’re not a tourist destination.”

“Alas he isn’t Storm.” The first nurse sighed. “His name is Ian Greve. Still he has a face and bod to drool over.”

“So what happened to him?”

“Car accident. He’s responding but in pain. Keeps passing out and they can’t give him anything for pain until the surgeon arrives.”

Emma gulped her tea. She knew that name. Chad’s middle name was Ian and his mother’s maiden name was Greve. The nurses at the other table were too young to know Chad had been a track star and a leading actor in school and in community theater productions. She couldn’t imagine any reason for him to come home. He never had before.

“I still wish I could be his nurse,” the first young nurse said. “If he’ll be here for weeks, there’s a chance.”

Emma finished her salad and carried her tray to the cleanup area. As she walked toward the exit, she paused. Curiosity stirred. If he was Chad, why was he in Fern Lake? She reversed direction and headed to the ER.

At the desk, she paused to speak to the nurse practitioner on duty. “I hear you have a new admit from a car accident.”

Her friend looked up. “Ambulance chasing?”

Emma laughed. “If his name is Ian Greve, I may know him.”

“Glad someone does.” She frowned. “He’s in pain and keeps talking about a pickup and a post. He also asks for someone called Rob. He’s a real puzzle.”

“Where is he?”

The second cubicle. Dr. Markham is on the way in. See if you can persuade him to sign a consent.”

“I’ll try.”

Emma strode across the hall. She paused with her hand on the curtain. After gulping a breath, she slid to cloth aside. “Chad. Chad Morgan.”

 

* * *

 

From a distance, someone called his name. He knew that voice. He’d heard her speak on the nights when he was without a female companion. He struggled to grasp the memories sweeping through his head like leaves captured by a tornado. Again the voice called his name. He fought to open eyelids sealed by glue. In the dim light he saw her. As his eyes focused her face took form. Emma was here. Was this a dream? With the force of a raging stream, pain rose from his toes to flood his body. A low groan morphed into a sharp cry. Someone’s hand stroked his shoulder.

“You were in an accident.” The voice, her voice, held a calm note of comfort.

He sucked in a breath. Panic engulfed him. “My legs. I can’t move my legs.” He pressed his hands against the mattress and attempted to sit. He had to see his legs. The fear of being unable to walk or to enjoy physical activities thundered in his head.

“Calm down. Your legs are in splints to keep the bones in place. Both are fractured. A doctor is on the way. You need surgery.”

“To amputate?” He grasped the sheet.

“No. They’ll align the bones and apply casts. For the left, they may need to put in a plate and screws.”

Relief rippled through him. “Emma, what are you doing here?”

“You’re in Fern Lake. I live here.”

Fern Lake. Why? Realization broke through the curtain of pain. He’d come to Fern Lake to see Rob about the movie. His memories jelled. A voice. An urge to turn. A pickup. The impact. His bumper. The concrete pillar. The disjointed scenes flashed like bits of dust and vanished.

 

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