BLURB:
Eric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.
Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.
Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?
EXCERPT:
Eric emerged from the tree-sheltered path and stopped to
let a herd of children charge past. Where was Sam and where was the ball field?
His buddy had volunteered him as first base umpire for the game between the
nurses and a team from the other departments.
“Eric, over here.”
He jogged toward the picnic table where Sam sat. The
children returned. With the adroitness he’d once displayed on the football
field, he twisted and evaded until he cleared the crowd.
“Just like old times, my man.” Sam’s brown hand slapped
Eric’s.
“Hardly. Where’s your gaudy uniform?” When Eric had
played football, Sam had been a member of the marching band. He’d also been
pianist for the jazz ensemble. Eric rested his hands on his thighs until he
caught his breath. “I’m too old for this.”
Sam laughed. “At thirty-two? In five minutes, I
guarantee you’ll be rejuvenated.”
“About the game. Fun or serious?”
“A bit of both.” Sam slid from the table. “The captain
and pitcher for the nurses is intense. She likes to win.”
“Is this a warning?”
Sam’s laughter rolled the way his fingers moved along
the piano keys. “You’ll see. Wait ‘til you see her legs. Long and lean and
stretching forever. Simone threatened to blacken my eyes if I leer. Grab a beer
and let’s go.”
When Eric reached the field, he forgot the beer. The
hospital’s problems vanished. He put the beer on the ground several yards from
first base and stared at the pitcher. Sam had been on target.
He studied her exceptional legs until they vanished
beneath brief red shorts. His stare lingered on the white tee shirt that clung
to her small, yet perfect, breasts. Sunlight caught the red glints in her brown
hair and turned them into flames. As she moved from the mound, his body
reacted. How was he going to remember he was her boss?
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3 comments:
You've already managed to set up the conflict. Well done.
He's in for it. No way is he going to forget that visual while he's being her boss.
What a conundrum. He won't forget that visual as her boss.
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