BLURB:
Take one doctor who’s made a career of temporary positions and avoiding commitment. Add a nurse who dreams of security and a settled life. Stir in infant twins bequeathed to him by his dead foster sister. Pour them into a small Texas town that wants the doctor to stay.
To Dr. Neal McKay, it’s a prescription for a dilemma.
EXCERPT:
“Did you forget we were coming? What are you going to do about Molly and Todd?”
His gaze met hers. She saw confusion there. “Raise them, I guess.”
His answer brought her to a halt. For an instant, she felt sorry for him. He’d had little chance to refuse the responsibility. Then she remembered his lack of preparation.
Neal crossed his arms on his chest. He appraised the blonde. Tall, sexy as hell, but what was her agenda? Her long braid switched like a lioness’ tail did as the beast prepared to spring.
Who was she?
He’d expected to find the twins in Emma Sanchez’s care, but he rather preferred this woman whose brilliant blue eyes matched her tee shirt. Her khaki shorts revealed a nice pair of legs.
Her accusations thundered. Her eyes flashed sparks of anger. Whoever she was, he was intrigued. She clamped her lips together and glared at him.
A pair of ear-piercing screams shattered the silence. Neal jumped.
The twins! Were they ill?
At least he could handle illness. “What’s wrong with them?”
“I guess I scared them.” She knelt on the afghan and spoke in low, soothing tones. “It’s all right. I won’t yell again.” The cries died to whimpers.
His gaze focused on the woman. She definitely wasn’t the person he’d expected to accompany the twins. During their phone conversations, he’d envisioned Lena Greene as a short, dumpy woman. Nothing about the blonde’s appearance marked her as a social worker, a class of women he was well acquainted with. Since the day he’d entered the system at the age of three, he’d had too many encounters with the breed.
Officious, rigid, uncaring, along with a dozen other sterling attributes.
She didn’t fit that picture. Her blue eyes and her air of harassed martyrdom made him want to rescue her.
He held up his hands. “I surrender. I’m guilty of every charge. If I’d known you’d be waiting at the airport, I would have ignored the four major emergencies that kept me chained to the clinic. Welcome to Prairie, Ms. Greene.”
“I’m not Lena Greene.”
“And you’re definitely not Emma Sanchez. So, who are you?”
“Nora Harte.
Her voice reminded him of brandy -- full-bodied and intoxicating.
She lifted one of the twins. “This is Molly.” She thrust the infant into his arms and returned for the second. “And this is Todd.”
She edged past them. The babies’ squirms grew stronger and he prayed he wouldn’t drop them.
“There’s an
envelope on the coffee table with official papers,” she said. “Enjoy the
children. I have to go. I’m due in
She can’t leave!
He had no experience in the daily care and handling of babies. He had to find a way to keep her until Emma arrived without admitting how inept he felt.
“You’re leaving now? Are you sure you want to head out this late?”
“There’s plenty of daylight left. When it gets too dark, I’ll find a motel.”
“Do you realize what desolate territory you’ll be crossing? Towns and motels are far apart.”
My Places
https://www.facebook.com/janet.l.walters.3?v=wall&story_f
http://wwweclecticwriter.blogspot.com
https://www.pinterest.com/shadyl717/
Buy Mark
2 comments:
Love this description - Her voice reminded him of brandy -- full-bodied and intoxicating.
Sounds like he has his hands full. Love your descriptive phrases. Enjoyed your blurb and excerpt. Interesting characters. Good luck. Thanks for sharing!
Post a Comment