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International Nurses and Midwife’s Day

International Nurses and Midwives Day Blog Post:

Our jobs are particularly wonderful when we get to celebrate important medical professions such as nursing and midwifery. These occupations impact people’s lives day in and day out and are some of the most important jobs in the world. This month, for International Nurses Day and the International Day of the Midwife, we think it’s a wonderful time for this hard work and recognition to be celebrated. Join us in these celebrations by delving into some uplifting nurse and midwife reads from Mills & Boon/Harlequin.

Taking a Chance on the Best Man by Fiona McArthur

Former midwife Isabel is always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Yet, she doesn’t count on best man, Dr Domenico bursting into her life! Years ago, Isabel firmly shut the door to love. Now, Dom is starting to break down her barriers… and his ability to see the real her has Isabel asking if she is ready to risk it all on their unexpected connection?

The Midwife’s Miracle Twins by Caroline Anderson

Midwife Georgie loves her job. But believing she’ll never hold her own baby makes life on the maternity ward bittersweet. So, whilst the arrival of gorgeous obstetrician, Dan, is an unwanted distraction …it’s exactly the distraction she needs. Until a difficult delivery has them finding comfort in each other’s arms – and Georgie discovers the incredible consequences of their night!

A Nurse to Claim His Heart by Juliette Hyland. This is the first book in the Neonatal Nurses duet.

When Dr Benedict saves an infant, the treatment he performs with nurse Penny becomes a social media sensation! Not least because the world thinks they’re a couple… Whilst a real relationship is a no-go zone for divorced Benedict, prolonging their ‘fauxmance’ is the perfect way to raise vital hospital funds.  Except, the longer it continues, the more real it feels…

Neonatal Doc on Her Doorstep by Scarlet Wilson. The second book in the Neonatal Nurses duet.

Alice needs a housemate – stat! So, the nurse reluctantly agrees to give Dr Douglas a place to stay. It’s clear that whilst Dougie may have started a new life in Washington, he didn’t leave the ghosts of his past behind…just as Alice can’t hide from hers. Still, he’s as irresistible as he is infuriating! Is she falling for the doctor in the room next door?

Lastly, in May, we have the release of the Portland Midwives duet with The Doctor She Should Resist by Amy Ruttan 

Midwife Hazel is not looking for a relationship. So, why is she so drawn to Dr Caleb? Especially when he’s from the hospital that delayed the opening of her birthing centre. The enigmatic surgeon knows just how to push all her buttons…and sparks soon fly in every direction! But with Hazel’s heart already damaged, can she believe Caleb will heal it?

And The Midwife from His Past by Julie Danvers

When Dr Eliot is called to an emergency, he’s stunned to find ex-fiancée and midwife Bria in the operating room. He’s no longer plagued by the financial worries of his childhood. But his intense attraction to Bria? That’s exactly the same! And when Eliot discovers what was really behind their break-up, acting on that attraction is all he can think about…We hope you will join us in celebrating all of the Nurses and Midwives around the world!

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Do you believe in Monsters?

A newly released video has revived an age-old question.  Is there really a monster living in the unexplored depths of Loch Ness?

Of course when I read about the video, I had to click, and watch it.  And… well there’s definitely something travelling across the water, because there’s a pronounced wake.  Which moreover changes direction, making a ninety degree turn.  But it’s sadly not possible to make out what’s causing that v-shaped trail in the water.

All the same, I really want to believe in Nessie and so I will.  Despite pictures that sometimes look a lot like floating logs or old pieces of lead pipe, theories about plankton or freak tidal events, I’d really like to think that she exists.  Better still, since the stories about Nessie reach back a long way in time I’m open to the possibility that there’s a Mr Nessie, along with a whole gang of Nessie juniors ready to take up monster duties when their parents retire.  Since Loch Ness is so deep, it’s not possible to say for sure.

Every country has its own stories.  There’s Bigfoot in America, the Yeti in Nepal… I’m not sure what the Australian equivalent is but I’m sure there must be one – perhaps someone can fill me in?  A little closer to London, there’s the ‘Beast of Essex’, which is variously characterised as a panther-like creature or a large black ghost-dog, although some people believe that it’s really next door’s cat in the magnifying glare of the moon.  Whether or not we believe in them, monsters are an acknowledgement that this world contains more than we know, which is undoubtedly true.

Of course monsters can be terrifying.  Perhaps it’s this that explains the frustratingly shaky quality of monster photography.  Faced with a large mythical creature my first instinct would be to run, so those brave souls who stop to take a picture can’t be blamed if they’re a bit out of focus.   

The scariest monsters though are the ones from our childhoods.  When I was little I was afraid of wolves – I’d seen some at the zoo and hadn’t liked the way they looked at me one bit.  Worse still the notion of a wolf lurking in the shadows followed me home on the bus, lying in wait for me under the bed and on top of the wardrobe at night.  My mother, who was an intensely practical woman, found a book in the library which reassured readers that wolves were really cowards and that the waving of a white flag would scare them away.  So for years I trusted the authority of the written word and took a home-made white flag to bed with me, along with a glass of water, since I’d got the idea from somewhere that wolves didn’t like being drenched either.  

In hindsight the wolves were probably just a symbol of all my childish fears rolled into one – if wolves hadn’t caught my imagination then something else would have done. And the simple remedies that calmed my fears were a reassurance that everything in life could be fixed if you found the right answers.  I like to think that I apply a little more logic to my fears now, but in truth perhaps the monsters we create are the ones that we need.      

And maybe, one day, these monsters might venture from their hiding places.  Who knows we may find that they’re not really monsters at all but gentle creatures who will bask in the sun and share our sandwiches with us, on the shores of Loch Ness.  There’s something about the idea which reminds me of the themes of so many books that I’ve read, venturing into the unknown and maybe finding that things are not always as we thought they were.

But in the meantime, I’m keeping an open mind 🙂

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Happy Nurses Week!

Here in the US May 6th starts National Nurses week. It runs through the 12th of May which is Florence Nightingale’s birthday. Truly a woman before her time, Florence set the standards for nursing that we follow. Still, today nurses around the world recite the Nightingale Pledge when they graduate from nursing. I recited it myself over twenty-nine years ago.

Now as a medical author, I get to promote women and men working in different aspects of healthcare, but I especially enjoy writing about nurses dedicating their lives to help others.

Right now, I’m writing a set of books that revolve around a helicopter crew. Helping this bunch of adrenaline junkies find their happily-ever-after has been a lot of fun. I can’t help but think that Florence would have approved.

Again, Happy Nurses Week to all the nurses out there, and thank you.

Deanne Anders

New Releases

May New Releases

Happy May! It felt like forever to reach this month. In my part of the world it was SNOWING up until now. SMH.

That’s okay, when it snows it means I can curl up with some good books to read and we have plenty of new releases for that.

Congrats to Karin Baine on her 20th book and Charlotte Hawkes on her 20th book too!

Shock Baby for the Doctor by Charlotte Hawkes

An unforgettable night has consequences that will change this surgeon’s life forever in the first story in Charlotte Hawkes’s exciting new Billionaire Twin Surgeons duet!A blast from the doctor’s past……brings a baby into his future! Billionaire surgeon Basilius has just one rule: don’t get attached! After a childhood where Bas was only ever let down by those closest to him, he’s hesitant to trust anyone. So why can’t he stop thinking about nurse Naomi after four and a half months? Still, as Bas fights to forget her, he hits a stumbling block. Naomi is back as his new colleague—and she’s carrying his baby!

From Harlequin Medical: Life and love in the world of modern medicine.

Billionaire Twin Surgeons

Book 1: Shock Baby for the Doctor
Book 2: Forbidden Nights with the Surgeon

Miracle Baby, Miracle Family by Alison Roberts

Returning home could lead to a life the nurse never expected! Enjoy this wonderful reunion romance from Harlequin Medical Romance author Alison Roberts.A family……to change the nurse’s life! Nurse Isobel has no doubt. Returning home will be anything but easy. Especially as being back in England means being back in her ex Dr. Rafe’s life. Rafe was once the man whom Isobel almost found happily-ever-after with. Now he’s the single father of adorable twin boys! Yet it’s when Isobel discovers that she has an orphaned newborn niece in the NICU that their lives truly collide. Will their reunion be for good this time?

Island Reunion with the Single Dad by Traci Douglass

Will the heartbroken doc take her second chance with the single dad? Find out in this emotional and uplifting Harlequin Medical Romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Traci Douglass.

Home is…
…where the doctor is?

Widowed Dr. Morgan needs a fresh start! But the first man that Morgan meets on Whidbey Island in Washington State plunges her back ten years…to a passionate encounter she’s never forgotten. Dr Ely is now a single dad—and her new, if temporary, colleague! Yet as their connection bursts back into life, Morgan’s resolve to protect her broken heart is sorely challenged. Dare she let herself dream of forever again?

Forbidden Nights with the Surgeon by Charlotte Hawkes

Flirting with the forbidden! Can they resist their attraction, or will they give in to temptation? Find out in the second story in Charlotte Hawkes’s Billionaire Twin Surgeons duet!Will one night……be enough?  It’s surgeon Rik’s first day at Thorncroft Royal Infirmary and his plan is simple: to reunite with his long-lost brother and put the ghosts of their past to rest. Until Rik is reunited with Dr. Grace…who completely derails his plans! Because Grace is not just the woman whom he spent one unforgettable night with—she’s his brother’s best friend! With a connection this powerful, can they walk away from their off-limits temptation?

From Harlequin Medical: Life and love in the world of modern medicine.

Billionaire Twin Surgeons

Book 1: Shock Baby for the Doctor
Book 2: Forbidden Nights with the Surgeon

A Princess in Naples by Becky Wicks

Travel to Naples with a princess as she swaps her tiara for a stethoscope—and an unexpected romance!—in Becky Wicks’s latest Harlequin Medical Romance.   Trading her tiara……for a stethoscope! After the very public explosion of her engagement, Princess Adrienne is dedicating every hour of every day to her medical training! Arriving in Naples, she’s ready to learn everything she can from esteemed Dr. Franco. If only it wasn’t so hard to prove that she is so much more than just a “privileged princess” to him! Yet as Adrienne battles for Franco to recognize her talent, she finds herself battling their fierce—and unexpected!—chemistry, too…

A GP to Steal His Heart by Karin Baine

A GP steps into the earl’s world in the latest Harlequin Medical Romance from author Karin Baine. See the sparks fly as these opposites attract!What happens……when opposites attract?Nobody is more dedicated to their job than Dr. Thomas. Which is why he struggles to accept that it’s time to take on a new job as the Earl of Morton. Not least because, by taking the title, Thomas must accept that he’s lost his father. So Thomas does not have the headspace for dynamic Dr. Daisy’s arrival. Until a flood hits Little Morton and together, they must fight the rising water and their rising attraction!

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Runaway Lizard…OH MY

My next medical romance, The Vet’s Unexpected Houseguest released in the UK this weekend and comes out at the end of this month. It is my first veterinarian romance and I put both my dogs in the book, and created a scenario with a runaway lizard! So many fun things you can do with a vet clinic.

Check out the fun excerpt below:

Dr. Kit Bedrick held the baseball bat above her head and prayed that despite being barely over five feet tall, she looked frightening to the far too handsome giant standing in front of her hot kettle. If she’d remembered to plug her cell in during her day at the clinic, she could have called for help. But no, she’d been too busy to pay attention to the draining battery. And Dr. Jeff had pulled the landline out of this rental a year before she signed the lease.
She’d considered running out the front door, but Bucky’s leash was in the kitchen. There was no way she was leaving her one-year-old pit bull cross in the house with a stranger. And she’d been too busy at the clinic to train him to stay by her side outside without a leash.
The first thing he tried to do when he got outside was chase a squirrel. And she was far too exhausted to run after him tonight.
Another mark to add to the ever-growing list of to-do items that never quite got done.
“I said—” she waved the bat, mostly to hide the fact that her arms were starting to shake “—what are you doing in my house!”
As if this episode couldn’t get more ridiculous, Bucky bounded to her side, finally awake from his nap. He waited a moment for Kit to pat his head, but when she didn’t lower the bat, he moseyed over to the intruder’s side.
Then the dog rolled over at his feet and smiled. She loved watching Bucky smile, it always warmed her heart, except he was at the feet of a stranger—granted one who looked as stunned to be found in her kitchen as she was at finding him.
“Some guard dog you are.” She glared at the intruder, hoping that the raised hands meant that he wasn’t intending harm to her or her dog.
“Kit—”
Her name coming from the hunk’s mouth almost made her lower the bat. Foxfield had grown sizably in the last two decades, but there were plenty of ways for the Adonis standing in her kitchen to know her name.
But that did not mean he should be in her kitchen!
“Answer the question! What are you doing here?” She heard the terror rising in her throat. The kettle continued to squeal, and her heart jumped. “Bucky, come here!”
The dog wagged his tail and looked at her but didn’t move from the intruder’s feet. Seriously! She needed to find more hours in the day to focus on his training. He was a perfect angel in the clinic, but at home, he reverted to a mischievous devil.
“My dad gave me the key, and I suppose he forgot to mention he had rented the place out to you. Oh, God, did he sell it to you and…?” Crimson climbed his neck as he looked at her.
“August?” Kit blinked as the words he said rattled around her brain. No. There was no way that the man standing in her kitchen was the rebel who’d left Foxfield, determined never to return. Though whom else would Dr. Jeff have given his key to? “August Rhodes?”
“Yep. I swear, I didn’t know the house was rented. My father…” He pulled his hand across his neck, then looked at the ceiling. “You’d think he’d have at least mentioned it.”
Except it didn’t surprise her that Dr. Jeff hadn’t mentioned it. If it didn’t revolve around the clinic, it barely registered on the man’s radar. Though even if he had tried to call, her phone was dead.
But the fact that the rebel son of the local vet had finally found his way home stole all the words from her brain. They’d graduated high school in the same year, though they’d not shared a friendship group. Kit had hung with the kids mostly labeled nerds and overachievers. August… Well August’s friends had been the exact opposite.

Get a copy of Kit and August’s happily ever from your favorite bookseller here.

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A Taste of Racing to You

by Susan Carlisle

Coast-to-Coast Hot Air Balloon Race – three days before race

Location: Barstow, CA

No one should have to stoop to asking a loathsome man for a favor, yet Emily Kerr was desperate. She paused at the double glass doors and smoothed a damp palm down her blue blazer for the umpteenth time. This was her last-ditch effort.

Three days from now she’d be out of time and out of the race. She might despise Reid Martin, but she had no other choice. Her ex-boyfriend had blackballed her with every other possible sponsor in town. The only reason she didn’t think he approached Engineered Materials in Barstow, California, was because he knew how she felt about the company and its owner.

Despite her desperation, it still went against her grain to humble herself to Reid Martin, but she would. She must convince him to help. Her chance to prove herself, her livelihood, and her future rode on this meeting.

It hadn’t taken but her first flight for her to fall in love with ballooning. The freedom, the romance, the serenity of being in the sky calmed her heart. She loved the idea of sharing her enthusiasm for hot air ballooning with others. That’s why she wanted to start her own ballooning business. Now was the time. A piece of land had become available that would be perfect for landing and taking off. She could use it as well as lease it out to other balloonist in the area. As her business grew, she would hire more balloonist. She saw the sky as the limit. But she had to have the prize money from the balloon race to make that happen. It all depended on securing a sponsor.

Emily took a deep breath and let it out bit by bit to settle her nerves. She couldn’t let her prepared speech sound as frantic as she felt.

 Securing the folder with support papers under her arm, Emily entered the simple, warehouse-style building. No one sat behind the reception desk in the small area, but a door stood ajar just beyond. Stepping to it, she tapped. A tall man with a tech pad in his hand looked up from where he stood behind an oak desk that dominated the room. “Mr. Martin?”

Her eyes widened. Mouth went dry. No way could this be the same Reid Martin who had fired her father? This man wasn’t more than thirty-four or thirty-five years old and movie-star gorgeous. She couldn’t help but stare. Tall, athletic looking with thick hair and bedroom eyes. He wasn’t anything she’d expected. If she’d met him at a bar, she would’ve flirted with him.

If he had been the one to let her father go, he must’ve been fresh out of college. Her father had said the company had been around for a long time, so she’d assumed the owner would be much older. She had to forget about the tingle descending her spine and her skin flushing over the guy. He’d destroyed her father. Still the temptation to tell Mr. Martin what she thought about what he’d done to her family was strong. But she wouldn’t – she needed him on her side. Maybe later.

The man’s well-shaped brows rose in question. “Yes, I’m Reid Martin.”

            His eyes were a vivid blue like a clear summer’s day made brighter by the warm tan of his skin. Couple with his trim muscular stature he must spend a great deal of time outside. If she hadn’t been so disgusted by the idea that she had to ask for his help she might act on her attraction but right now she needed to focus.

“Ms…hum…” He glanced down to his desk “…Kerr.”

“Yes.”

He dropped the papers on the desk, stretched his arm across the file strewn area, and offered his hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

With her hand surrounded by his larger one, she met his firm grip with one of her own. A sizzle of awareness rippled through her but Emily shoved it away. She pulled her fingers free. The roughness of his palm said he did more than sit behind a desk. There was more to this man than the typical paper pusher.

“Thank you for seeing me.” She gave the office a cursory glance. It wasn’t impressive in size or tidiness. Emily believed in everything in its place. She like her world organized and firmly in her control. Maybe that was why she loved piloting a balloon so much. Everything had to be just so for flight safety.

“Kerr? That name sounds familiar.”

“My father worked for you for twenty years.” She didn’t attempt to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

He glanced up. “I remember now. Nice fellow.”

A flicker of emotion filled his eyes and quickly disappeared. Was that all he remembered? Not how he’d pushed her dad out just before he’d qualify for retirement. Did he have any idea how devastating that loss had been for her proud parent?  

She and her brothers had watched the sturdy man they admired fall into the depths of despair over having to take a menial job to provide for his family. Her mother had returned to work after being at home for years. Household finances had become so difficult at one point that even Emily and her brothers had to help contribute to the household bills.       

“What can I do for you?” Mr. Martin asked with a distracted air as he gestured toward a chair in front of the desk. He sat in the large black one behind him.

He seemed as disinterested in her issue as he had been in her dad. Pushing negative thoughts away, Emily perched on the edge of the functional chair. She cleared her throat. Here goes everything. “I’ve a business deal which I think’ll be to our mutual benefit.”

His attention became fixed on her. His look implied her statement might have come out sounding more suggestive than she’d intended. Tempted to squirm, she swallowed hard not allowing herself the movement. Emily had no doubt the man could be unrelenting when necessary. It irritated her that he could rattle her. Her ex-boyfriend and boss, Brian had certainly mastered having control over her. But no more.

She’d shared her dream of owning her own ballooning business with Brian. When she’d seen this race advertised, she’d planned to prove her piloting skills during the race and come out with enough winnings to start her business. At first Brian had been supportive, until he wasn’t. He investigated the race and the earnings then decided she wasn’t a good enough pilot, and he should be the one to enter. She could go along as part of his team as she’d always done.

Emily knew it was time to break away from Brian, where ballooning was concerned and her day job as well. This race was the big one. The one with the largest prize money. Enough to help get her what she wanted, repay her parents, and move her toward her dream. She couldn’t give that up just because of Brian.

She squared her shoulders. Scooting further back in the chair, she gripped the folder tighter. “I’m looking for a sponsor for the Coast-to-Coast Hot Air Balloon Race. I estimate that it would cost not more than $7,500.”

Mr. Martin whistled. “That’s pretty steep.”

“If you agree, I’ll place the Engineered Materials name on my balloon and use its name at every opportunity to promote your company in exchange for your sponsorship.”

She handed the folder to him. “This is a cost break down in detail of where the money would be spent. Of course, I’ll supply receipts.”

Mr. Martin took the folder from her. His voice held skepticism when he said, “A hot air balloon race?” 

“Yes. I’m a pilot,” she pushed on. “The race consists of ten flights in ten different cities across the US. It starts this Saturday.”

“Ms. Kerr, we don’t—”

Emily leaned forward putting a hand on the edge of the desk. “Please hear me out, Mr. Martin.”

His gaze found hers. He studied her a moment before he nodded his assent. Had he seen her desperation? He struck her as an observant man who missed little.

“In that…” She pointed toward the folder, “…you’ll find a copy of my pilot’s license, photos of my balloon, a sheet estimating my expenses and I’ve included references. There’s also a mock-up of what your logo might look like on my balloon.”

“We don’t do…” He hesitated long enough to look at her again. After a moment he opened the folder, studying it.

She needed him to agree. If he didn’t, her dream would have to wait or fizzle all together. A race like this one didn’t come around every month or even every year and certainly not with this large amount of prize money. The land she wanted to buy would be long gone in a few weeks. It was now or never. She’d already quit her day job, invested her savings, her pride, and her future. With her family’s support but a fair share of apprehension, she’d taken her mother and father’s savings to buy the balloon and basket. They’d scrapped and saved after her father had lost his job and now they might be without their retirement money because of her. She couldn’t let that happen. Somehow and in some, way she’d return their faith in her and have the money she needed to start her business. She couldn’t think otherwise.

If it didn’t, she’d go back to working in the corporate world, under some other person’s thumb and doing what they wanted her to do. She’d be clawing her way back to what she really didn’t want but had to do to survive.

Had the plea in her eyes been that obvious? Even if it had, it didn’t matter now. At least he’d taken the folder.

Opening it, he flipped through the pages. “You came prepared. This is very through.” He pointed to a figure on a sheet. “Still this figure is quiet high for a sponsorship.”

Emily peered across the desk at the paper he held out to her. She’d made the amount high so she could cover any unexpected problems. Was it too large? Emily swallowed. “Yes. But I intend to be a thrifty as possible.”

Mr. Martin regarded her for a moment before he placed the pages back in the folder and returned it. He was saying no. Emily’s heart sank and her shoulders sagged. Where would she go from here? Nowhere.

Her father had been angry when she’d told him her plans to approach Martin for the sponsorship after striking out everywhere else in town. Had told her not to bother, that Mr. Martin was a tough man who would never agree. Her father had been right. She prepared to make a graceful exit before she burst into tears.

“I must consider my return on investment. I’m not sure it will be there.” Mr. Martin looked to the right. “Roger.”

Emily’s head jerked around, searching the room to locate the person to whom he spoke.  She’d been so focused on her mission when she’d entered the office, she’d failed to notice the man on the far side of the room.             

“Yes?” The man leaned out from behind a drafting table.

“Can I speak to you a minute?” Mr. Martin turned to her. “Would you mind waiting outside?”

            “Mr. Martin—”          

            “This won’t take long.” He walked around the desk and reached the door before her, opening it.

            What was going on? Emily stepped out into the entrance area and the door clicked shut behind her. She didn’t bother to take a seat. Instead, she stood looking out the glass door into the California sunshine. Why couldn’t he talk to Roger after she left? Had she said something wrong? She hadn’t made it all the way through her pitch. In her experience, powerful businessmen thought they could be rude to everyone. If she had a choice she’d walk out. But she didn’t. 

Emily jumped when the office door swung open. Mr. Martin, with his sizeable square shoulders, filled the doorway. “Ms. Kerr, please come back in.”

She studied him closer than she had before. He had a cleft in his chin that reminded her of her mother’s favorite movie star. What would it be like to touch it? Where had that idea come from?

Mr. Martin stepped back and allowed her to enter.

Moving past him, she glanced up. He had the height to go with those wide shoulders. Over six feet of it. She wasn’t a short woman but he made her feel small. That didn’t matter. She needed to focus. What mattered was Martin agreeing to the sponsorship. With newfound resolve, she didn’t plan to leave until he agreed. 

The other man was still in the office, but he now stood beside the desk. Balding, with wire-rimmed glasses, he had a pleasant face. She gave him a questioning look which he returned with a lifted brow.

Mr. Martin raised his chin in the direction of the man. “This is Roger Clark, my chief engineer.”

“Hello.” Roger didn’t offer his hand.

“Have a seat.” Mr. Martin indicated to her the chair in front of the desk. “I think that Engineered Materials just might be willing to help you out after all.”

Emily’s heartbeat increased. She’d done it. She would be in the race. Controlling the urge to jump up and throw her arms around him, she forced herself to remain calm despite the rapid tap-tap-tap of her heart. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.”

Mr. Martin put up a hand, “Not so fast, Ms. Kerr.” He pushed book out of the way and sat on the corner of the desk, one long leg swinging. “There’re two non-negotiable stipulations.”

Her heart fell. “What stipulations?”

“I want the balloon to be manufactured by my company.”

“You mean the envelope?”

He nodded. “Yes. The envelope.”

Emily wasn’t pleased with the idea of demands. She’d had enough of them. But did she have a choice? She’d hear him out then decide. “What’s the other one?”

“I go with you.”

Her look locked with his. “What? Why would you want to do that?”

He straightened his shoulders. “I think I should go along to protect my company’s interest, especially for that amount of money. I want to see that our branding is done whenever and wherever possible. Plus, I can protect my interests and showcase our product to other balloonist.”

That did sound logical. But seeing him every day?  He didn’t strike her as the type of man who took orders, more likely he gave them. This was her race and she would be the one making the decisions. All the decisions.     

Emily narrowed her eyes. “Mr. Martin, just how much do you know about ballooning?”

“I know what the envelope is constructed of and the basic physics of flying.”

She huffed. That was next to nothing. What if she didn’t agree?

There would be no race for her and no chance to start her business. Was she willing to give up everything because she wouldn’t meet two demands? Then again this was her race, her balloon. She couldn’t let someone else tell her how to run her show. She’d had enough of that kind of treatment. She wasn’t going down that road again.

“I already have an excellent envelope. I know what it’ll do.” 

Mr. Martin shrugged his broad shoulders. “Take it or leave it, Ms. Kerr. My envelope and me or no sponsorship.”

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Writing the Category Romance!

I am currently writing my 25th book for Mills and Boon Medicals, which is amazing to me, because I never thought I’d be able to come up with idea for more than three of them!

But it’s amazing how the mind works and how the looming contract deadlines make you come up with something!

But, I’ve been working on something else just lately, which I’m quite proud of and that’s a course I developed with RNA Learning, entitled Writing The Category Romance.

I’m running it twice. The first time in June and again in November.

I’ve always wanted to run a course to help aspiring romance writers and I decided to take the leap after remembering how I felt as an aspiring romance writer. I used to feel so lost. The information I wanted, I couldn’t find. The people I wanted to ask (current writers of category romance) I didn’t actually know. Not in real life. There were one or two that I’d begun to follow online, but I felt hesitant about contacting them out of the blue and asking them a heap of questions!

So, I thought I’d give some writers the opportunity to work with an actual writer of category romance and weekly have a Zoom with them all, so that they can take full advantage and ask me anything they want to know. I’ll also set them a weekly assignment, getting them to focus on character, goals, motivations and conflict (and the difference between internal and external conflict), backstory (and how to use it effectively), frontstory, emotions and sex scenes, settings, theme and how to write a synopsis.

I’m really looking forward to it! I used to teach GCSE English to Post 16+ students and have always enjoyed teaching adults, so I think it’s going to be great.

Places are filling fast, so if it’s the kind of thing you’re interested in, then check it out here.

My next book, due out in July is Their Marriage Worth Fighting For, Book 3 of the Night Shift in Barcelona Quartet!

Will an unexpected chance to work side by side save an estranged couple’s marriage? Find out in Louisa Heaton’s emotional reunion romance, the third book in the Night Shift in Barcelona series!

A chance to mend their marriage……for good?

After experiencing three devastating miscarriages, midwife Grace and neonatal surgeon Diego find their marriage hanging by a thread. But on one summer night at Santa Aelina University Hospital, they are forced to work together on a challenging case. Now, with nowhere to hide, they must finally confront their heartbreak… Can they also rediscover the joy and love that made their marriage so special?

From Harlequin Medical: Life and love in the world of modern medicine.

Night Shift in Barcelona

Book 1: The Night They Never Forgot by Scarlet Wilson
Book 2: Their Barcelona Baby Bombshell by Traci Douglass
Book 3: Their Marriage Worth Fighting For by Louisa Heaton
Book 4: From Wedding Guest to Bride? by Tina Beckett

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New Beginnings

For us here in the Northern Hemisphere, Spring is upon us. Now, I say that with bit of sarcasm since where I’m at in the US Midwest, it’s April 18th and it’s snowing. Again.

Ugh.

This time of year, the weather can be so unpredictable here. Today, the high is in the 40s and snow. But by Saturday, the forecast temperatures are near 80 and sunny. Craziness.

Anyway, Spring is my favorite season because everything is so fresh and new and there’s a sense of possibilities in the air that I always find so inspiring, despite whatever else might be happening in my life or the world. It speaks of the power of rejuvenation and second chances. And boy, do I love a great second chance.

Speaking of which, I have a new book out next week on 4/26 that specifically speaks to second chances and new beginnings. Island Reunion with the Single Dad, features Dr. Morgan and Dr. Eli, both of whom have dealt with some stuff in life. They had one star-crossed night together a decade prior and now find themselves back together again to run a clinic on Whidbey Island, Washington. There’s lots of unresolved tension between them and enough chemistry to light up the entire West Coast US for years.

Here’s a little exclusive snippet from Island Reunion with the Single Dad to whet your whistle:

“What’s Boston like”? Seriously? Such a lame question.
He should have left after telling her about the case. That was what he’d intended to do. But no. Now he was sitting on her sofa asking her stupid questions instead of the things he really wanted to know about her, and…
Gah! This was all a mistake. A horrible miscalculation.
Except, the more time Ely spent around Morgan, the more he wanted. Seeing her in action today with the C-section had reminded him of her passion—in work, and in life in general. And while his life was neat and ordered and perfectly wonderful, it lacked passion. He wanted that passion back dearly.
Morgan watched him a moment, apparently as stunned by his silly question as he felt. But he couldn’t think of anything intelligent to ask her now that he was here. He, a physician, well respected in his field, had absolutely no game at all where this woman was concerned. Of course it didn’t help, either, when his gaze slid downward against his will to her breasts, their outline more pronounced since she’d crossed her arms beneath them, pushing them up and out into that soft fleece top she was wearing. His palms suddenly itched to touch them, cup them, see if they were as plump and full and just the right size like he remembered. He licked his dry lips and glanced away.
No. Stop looking there. Stop it.
And now his lower body was responding as well, dammit, as the tension inside him grew stronger. Heat climbed his neck from beneath the collar of his white button-down. Maybe she wasn’t going to answer. Maybe she sensed the things he was feeling. Maybe she’d kick him out on his butt as he deserved.
Instead, she just gave him an odd look and snuggled down farther in her chair. “Uh, Boston is a nice city. Brutal winters. Not that I saw much of them. I worked in the ER, and it was very busy, so I didn’t have much free time.”
“Right.” His pulse thumped harder against his temples. Now that he couldn’t look at her boobs, it seemed that was all he wanted to do. But he couldn’t. Nope. He wasn’t that type of man, ruled by his desire. Flustered, he asked the next question that popped into his head, which turned out to be the complete wrong one. “Is that where you met your husband?”
Hell.
Morgan’s gaze narrowed, and Ely rushed to cover his blunder.
“Sorry. No idea why I asked that.”
Stop talking, idiot.
He couldn’t. “I mean, I’d like to get to know you better, but…” He swiped a hand through his hair and looked away. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Morgan untucked her legs from beneath her, placing her pink sock–covered feet on the floor. And now he was looking at her toes, wondering what she’d do if he massaged them, kissed them…
What the hell is wrong with me? Leave. Now.
But he couldn’t stand up without knocking into her, because she was close now, too close. Close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, something floral and sweet and entirely too intoxicating for his liking. He clenched his jaw, a small muscle ticking in his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, because that seemed to be all he could say tonight. Why couldn’t he just let it drop? That would be the easy thing to do, but then, nothing was easy with Morgan, and damn if he didn’t like it that way. His blood pounded, and his chest burned. He felt more alive than he had in years. Everything seemed sharper, clearer, including that pinch of regret that had never quite gone away where she was concerned, even after a decade apart from her. The one that got away.

If you liked that (I hope you did!), consider checking out the rest of the book. Link here:

Home is…
…where the doctor is?

Widowed Dr. Morgan needs a fresh start! But the first man that Morgan meets on Whidbey Island in Washington State plunges her back ten years…to a passionate encounter she’s never forgotten. Dr Ely is now a single dad—and her new, if temporary, colleague! Yet as their connection bursts back into life, Morgan’s resolve to protect her broken heart is sorely challenged. Dare she let herself dream of forever again?

Until next time, Happy Reading! 🤓📚❤️

Cover reveal, Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels, Travels Around the World

Home is…

For most people the question, “Where is home?” is simple to answer. Maybe they’d tell you their address, city of residence, or the country they’re a citizen of. Or, perhaps, they’ll tell you a special place of the heart, like a grandparent’s house, or the area their family came from.

An overcast afternoon in Kingston, Jamaica

If you ask me that question, I’d have a hard time replying.

Where I live now in Florida is home, but so is London, Ontario, Canada, and Kingston, Jamaica. I miss them both when I’m not there, although I’ll be the first to say I’m ecstatically happy where I am now too.

It’s tug-of-heart-and-soul, to be honest.

Hibiscus, Runaway Bay, Jamaica

The pandemic really put pay to any plans I had to go to either Canada or Jamaica, and I can’t tell you how excited I was to go to visit my kids in Canada last year. Then, just this month, I finally made it back to Jamaica—and I suddenly felt complete again.

Beautiful day at the beach, Discovery Bay, Jamaica

Renewed.

Invigorated.

Although I’m still trying to recover physically from the trip!

Sunset over the airplane wing- Jamaica, goodbye. Until next time…

It really made me think, though, about that question of home. Is it really a physical place at all? Or, like love, is it where the heart lies? And, like love, is it okay to have many focuses of your attention? If we can love parents, spouses, children, and friends, can’t we love all the places we have unbreakable bonds to—call them all “home?”

I rather think we can.

And I know I always will.

Donkey cart along the Mandela Highway, Spanish Town, Jamaica. Both donkey and mule carts used to be common on the streets and highways, but this was the only one I saw on this trip.

I’m excited to share with you the cover for my July/August release, One Night Fling in Positano. I love it!

Walk underneath the Mediterranean moonlight as you fall in love with Ann McIntosh’s latest Harlequin Medical Romance!

Can one night of passion… …change her whole life? Nurse Kendra lives a jet-set life. Who needs a home and family when they only let you down? So when meeting gorgeous Massimo in Positano results in one unforgettable night, Kendra has no regrets—until he turns out to be her new boss! Continuing their fling is risky, but also irresistible… Under the red-hot Mediterranean sun, will Kendra realize it’s not her fling that’s at risk but her no-strings-attached relationship rule?

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Love in the Air

by Susan Carlisle

That is the name of my next Indy series of romance books. The first in the series came out this week. It is called Racing to You. The story is about a hot air balloon race across the US. I’ve always had a thing for hot air balloons. To me they are almost magical as they float in the sky noiselessly and with such bright colors. After visiting a number of balloon events and doing some research I starting writing a book about a female pilot. This is the book of my heart that I started years ago. Finally I’m putting it out into the world. I hope others enjoy the adventure as much as I did.

The last person she wanted to ask for help is the man who destroyed her father’s life.

Hot air balloon pilot Emily Kerr needs to enter a coast-to-coast race across America to raise funds and start her own ballooning business. Her only obstacle is finding a sponsor.

Reid Martin is an industrial textile manufacturer who has developed a promising high-tech material, but he needs to test it in a practical setting before selling it to the Department of Defense. With a government contract in hand, Reid can take his family company public, saving it from bankruptcy.

Despite her reservations, Emily offers Reid an enticing opportunity to get a first-hand look at what his fabric can do. He agrees to help the intriguing woman but with two stipulations:

1. She must use the balloon he constructs
2. He will accompany her on the three-week trip

While floating across the sky, Emily reluctantly accepts the appealing man’s presence while vowing not to let him touch her heart. Will Reid risk everything—including Emily’s dream and his hope of winning her love—to save his future?