Blurb:
Abby Reid feels she’s been playing whack-a-problem for months. Her ex is behind on child support payments. Her angry teenage daughter. Her new business, a home care agency. All these areas vie for her attention. She believes she has solved the last major problem with the agency by firing her clinical supervisor, but this adds to her chores. Hoping the new patient, a private pay one will boost her spirits and bring success, she agrees to work the weekend day shift rather than call another agency and find the case being stolen. Will the new patient provide a break in the negative events in her life?
Doctor Jeff Grayson is the in-coming patient. He has been in town and working with his friend for a month. Jeff is a master of many things. At fifteen he started college and has degrees in English, Architecture and Computers. All this before medical school. He and his Harley met with a car and came out the losers. He’s a patient with casts on both legs and one on his left arm. Though his doctor recommends rehab, Jeff has a different idea. He is going home. Abby’s home health care agency is recommended. During their initial meeting, Jeff is snowed by pain medication and he falls in love with her voice. He has no idea of her appearance but he can dream and Abby is the object. When he wakes and meets her, will his dreams change?
Excerpt:
The low, sultry voice wove through the fog-induced
by pain medication and touched a place deep inside Jeff Grayson. He struggled
to open his eyes but felt as though the lids were weighted by coins. They used
to do that but he wasn’t dead, just drugged. He stopped struggling and
listened. The voice stroked and caressed like a healing balm applied to a burn.
“Dr. Grayson, can you hear me?”
“Jeff.” No way would he allow that voice to call
him doctor. He opened his mouth. “Yes.”
“I’m Abby Reid from Home Caring. I understand
you’ll soon be going home. Your doctor mentioned you will need nursing care.”
He nodded. At least he thought he had. The dose of
Tylenol and Codeine had erased the little control he had over his battered
body. Why should he fight the warmth stealing over his body? He would follow
that smooth voice over a cliff and never protest.
“Dr. Grayson, do you know when you’ll be
discharged?”
Why the formality? He had no desire for a
professional relationship with her. He was Jeff. He had no reason to be a
doctor today. A bark of laughter erupted. He had to answer the question. His
scattered thoughts jelled. “Six days ago. No, tomorrow.”
“Are you capable of making decisions? If not, I’ll
return later.”
“Don’t go.” He gathered his fuzzy thoughts.
Decisions were his forte. He cared for patients and always knew which tests
should be ordered. He grinned. “Try me.”
“I will.”
Jeff moistened his dry lips. The timbre of her
voice seemed like a delicious treat he wanted to taste. The husky sounds rolled
through his body making promises he wanted to believe.
“Dr. Grayson, I’ve questions but I don’t think
this is a good time.”
“It is.” He had to keep her here. Another thought
pierced the fog. His Harley. Probably scrap now.
Her voice pierced his wandering thoughts. Was the
sweet seduction part of a drug-induced fantasy? He heard questions he couldn’t
grasp.
“You can’t.”
What by saying you can’t. YOU CAN’T. Another voice
issued the command. He shook his head. The other person had said those words
years ago. He could and would leave this place.
“Dr. Grayson.” Another voice. Not the one he
wanted to hear.”
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5 comments:
Who wouldn't want to hear a voice like that? Powerful description.
A very nice excerpt. It left me curious. Why doesn't he want to be called doctor? And I love the way he's drawn to her voice. Well done.
Two broken legs and a broken arm... God, I feel for him!
Doctors make the worst patients! Great premise, look forward to reading this.
Ouch! All those broken bones had me squirming a bit. lol. Great post!
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