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.
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?”
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:
…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! 🤓📚❤️