Wednesday Hooking The Doctor's Dilemma #MFRWBookHooks #MFRWAuthor #Medical romance

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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:

Streams of people eddied around Nora Harte, the pile of luggage and the double stroller. She scanned the faces of the crowd. A babble of voices filled the air. In an impatient rhythm, she tapped her foot against the floor.

Where is he?

Since Thursdays were almost a universal doctor’s day off, the trip had been scheduled for today. He knew the flight number and the time of arrival. The plane had been on schedule.

She groaned. The simple baby run had become anything but easy.

The loudspeaker crackled. “Would passenger Nora Harte pick up one of the courtesy phones?”

When the words blared a second time, with a start, Nora realized the message was for her. Yeah, right. She stared at the three suitcases, one diaper bag and the pair of car seats. She would need the arms of an octopus to fulfill the request.

What had kept Dr. McKay from the meet?

One of the twins puckered his mouth and added his screams to the cacophony in the baggage claim area of the Dallas airport. Nora crouched and stroked the baby’s cheek. “It’s only a minor delay. We’ll be out of here soon.” At least, she hoped they would.

The strident voice issued the command again. “How?’ she asked. The logistics of the move defeated her. She couldn’t abandon the babies or the luggage to search for a phone. She’d been deputized to deliver Molly and Todd Jamison to their guardian and she took this duty seriously.

The sight of a man in a gray uniform pushing an empty luggage cart solved the problem. “Sky cap, over here.” She used the voice that had parted crowds on busy New York City sidewalks. The one she hadn’t used since she’d moved upstate.

“Take these bags and the infants.”

“Don’t load babies on the cart, ma’am.”

“Sorry. I know that. I meant the infant seats. I have to answer the phone.”

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Wednesday Hooking Murder and Sweet Tea #MFRWBookHooks #MFRWauthor #Cozy mystery

Join Katherine Miller as she meets her new neighbor, a young writer who has hit it big. Why are some people wishing for their share?

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Blurb:
Lars is her new husband. He loves Katherine but doesn’t understand why she’s always trying to protect her near and dear. Even though she saved his life while visiting him in Santa Fe, he often questions her involvement in other people’ lives.

Into their lives arrives a new neighbor, Sabrina Gates. Sabrina bought the house next door. She has had a phenomenal success as a new author but moes from her past and present threaten her peace and ability to write. There is the blogger who posts snide and not so nice posts about other authors. Sabrina’s former agent wants a share of the huge amount of money Sabrina has received for a trilogy. And there is her ex-husband, a needy greedy coward who wants money.

Above all there is Robespierre who makes his presence known.

Excerpt:

When we reached the Dutch Colonial, I rang the doorbell.

My new neighbor opened the door. She was beautiful and blonde. I had expected blue eyes but hers were a brilliant green. “Hello, I’m Katherine Claybourne from next-door and this is my granddaughter, Megan. We would like to welcome you to the neighborhood. I handed her the basket.

“How lovely of y’all. Reminds me of home. I so wondered about my neighbors.” She paused. “Oh, I’m Sabrina Gates.”

Her smile warmed me. I felt an instant connection. I turned to leave. “Once you’re settled we’ll visit again.”

She shifted the basket. “Why wait? I’m dying for a break. Why don’t y’all come in?”

“If it’s no bother.”

“Never.”

We stepped into a central foyer with stairs leading to the second floor. On one side double doors opened into the living room. On the other side a hall led past a small room, a powder room and into the kitchen.

Sabrina placed the basket on the table. Like a child opening a birthday present, she pulled out the jars and read the labels.

Megan climbed onto a chair. “Grandma Kate make some really good cookies.”

Sabrina’s laughter filled the room. “Would you like one of the really good cookies?”

Megan looked at me and I nodded. “One.”

She turned to Sabrina. “She say one. I’m four and gonna be five when I get my birthday. How old are you?”

“Not a polite question,” I said.

“Oh, do you have any children?”

“I don’t but I do like children.”

“My daddy like them, too. He makes pictures. Him needs a girlfriend.”

I hid a grin. Was the child match-making?

Sabrina finished her exploration of the tea jars. She selected one. “I’ll brew a pot of this one.” She had chosen pekoe and peppermint. She took a pinch and sniffed. “Smells great. I just finished making sugar syrup for sweet tea.”

“Sweet tea?” I looked around the room. The walls had been painted off white, the same color as the ones in the foyer and the hall. Were all the rooms the same color?

“Sweet tea’s a Southern thing. You’ll see.” She put water to heat and filled a tea ball with leaves from her selection. While the water heated, she examined the banana bread. “This will make great breakfasts with cream cheese. She pulled a large jar of clear liquid from the refrigerator and hung the tea ball on the side of a pitcher. When the water boiled, she poured it into the brewing pitcher, waited for the water to color and then added the syrup and ice.

“I read your first book. Well-written and held my attention to the end. I’m waiting for a copy of your second to be available at the library.”

“Wait a minute. She dashed from the room and soon returned with two books. “Now you won’t have to wait. What is your name?”

“Katherine or just Kate.” She signed both books and handed them to me.” Thank you.”

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