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📚EXCERPT FROM DANCING WITH THE DOC
📚EXCERPT FROM DANCING WITH THE DOC
“Cat’s got a boyfriend! Cat’s got a boyfriend,” Miriam sang out.
“Shh! I don’t have a boyfriend,” she hissed. “Besides, he can’t be my boyfriend if I don’t even know who he is.”
“Let me see another one.” Miriam snatched the next note from Cat’s hand and started reading. “‘Dear Cat, How’s it going? Hero.’ Look at the nice heart he drew. How romantic.” Her voice had a teasing tone.
Cat turned the pile over and picked up what had to be the oldest note from the bottom of the stack. The paper was so brittle and weathered that a corner broke off when she unfolded it. “Wow. Red crayon. How old is this?” The handwriting looked like it belonged to a kindergartener.
“‘Dear Carmalitta.’” She sighed. “How come nobody around here knows how to spell my name?” Now, most people knew her as Cat, but when she was younger everyone called her Carmelita. She continued reading. “‘You’re nice and priddy. Can we be frinds?’” There were two boxes … a yes and no. It was signed Hero. She pursed her lips. “Even back then he was calling himself Hero.”
“I guess Superman was already taken,” Miriam teased.
The bus slowed down and pulled to the side of the street in front of the school. Cat got off the bus, still pondering over the notes. Who was Hero? She looked at the masses of students congregating beneath the breezeway, waiting for school to begin. Was Hero here?
Cat went to place the notes back into her pocket, but the wind caught one and sent it sailing across the yard in front of the school.
“Oh no,” Miriam moaned. “We’ll never catch it.”
The note skimmed the ground to the far side of the schoolyard and would have escaped through the fence had a boy not stomped his boot down, trapping it. They watched as he bent over and picked it up. When they could see his face, they gasped. It was Drew. He was the last person they wanted in on their secret.
“We’ll never get it back from him,” Miriam groaned.
Despair sank over Cat. Which one of the notes did Drew have? One with her name on it? How many Cats were there in the school? She had no idea. Not wanting Drew to see her nearby and connect the note to her, she grasped Miriam’s arm. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go inside.”
The notes kept coming all that school year and into the next. Sometimes they were flirty, sometimes sad, always anonymous. Cat was dying to know who Hero was, but it seemed that the person was being very careful to never give any clues about his identity. They didn’t come every day, but at least a handful each month, and often, a few times a week there was a surprise waiting for her in the tree.
Winter came and went. Spring arrived in an explosion of color. Chicago’s famous winds ripped blossoms from the trees and sent them cascading in waves down the street. They gave Cat all the more reason to dance as she leapt over and through the tumbling masses of petals rolling in the wind.
As Cat left for school, she stopped by the tree. There hadn’t been anything there for over a week. When she spotted the slip of paper, a smile curved her lips as she hungrily read it.
Sorry about all the notes. I promise I’m not a stalker. I just like having someone to talk to. If you hate the notes and want me to stop, just put a rock in the knothole, and I won’t send any more. But I hope you don’t. Hero.
Stop? Why would she want him to stop? The notes were great. They made her feel special. She’d been checking the tree every morning hoping for more. She wouldn’t have minded if Hero sent one every day. This past week, she’d begun to fear that Hero had lost interest in her. Tucking the note in her pocket, Cat went to the bus stop. When she returned home that afternoon, she got out a piece of paper and pen and started writing.
Dear Hero. Who are you? I have to know. I’m in Mrs. Nelson’s class. Are you in her class too? I love your notes.
Wait! She’d used the word love. That wouldn’t do. She crumpled up the paper and got another one.
Dear Hero. Thanks for the notes you’ve sent me. They mean a lot. It’s been really hard for Mami and me without Dad here. Do you have two parents? I mean, do both of them live with you? I hope your life is happy, and I want to meet you. From Cat.
She folded the paper in half, and folded that in half again. With a nimble step, she hurried out to the tree to place it in the knothole. She smiled thinking of Hero’s reaction when he realized that she’d written back. On more than one occasion, she’d looked out the window at the tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hero, but he was too stealthy.
She hardly slept a wink that night, wondering how Hero would answer. To her disappointment, there was no note.
When Cat and Miriam got off the bus at school, the breezeway was empty because it was raining. They ran to the school entrance with all the rest of the kids while teachers clutching umbrellas urged them inside. Cat went to her locker to retrieve her books. As she closed the door, she was surprised to see Drew O’Hannon there.
It was hard to tell if he was sneering or smiling. She shrank back.
“I see you found my notes.”
Her mouth went dry. Somehow, she managed to find her voice. “What notes?”
“The ones in the tree,” he said smugly.
Her heart began to pound. No, this couldn’t be happening! Hero couldn’t be Drew O’Hannon. Drew was a blockheaded bully. He couldn’t possibly be so sensitive and insightful. Had he been toying with her the entire time, or was Drew different inside than his outer shell?
He leaned closer. “Do you like them?”
Confusion swirled in Cat’s head.
“It was kind of you to write back.” Drew held up a sheet of paper—her note that she’d placed in the knothole this morning.
Her heart clutched as she tried to reconcile Hero with Drew O’Hannon. It was impossible. Her mind simply couldn’t do it.
She clutched her book to her chest. “I—I’ve got to get to class.”
“Be sure and drop me a note anytime,” Drew said glibly with a wink. “You know our secret spot.”
A wave of nausea rolled over Cat as she turned and hurried away, eager to put as much space between her and Drew O’Hannon as possible.
There was no way she would ever leave a note for Drew O’Hannon.
Her heart cracked.
Hero was dead.
📚EXCERPT FROM WINNING THE DOC'S HEART
📚EXCERPT FROM WINNING THE DOC'S HEART
This wasn’t the first time P. J. had spent the night on the floor next to a heart transplant patient, and it wouldn’t be the last.
The nursing staff members were wonderful, but sometimes one’s conscience just needed to take care of patients personally.
P. J. thought about the dozens of nights spent curled up in a corner while other young adults were out barhopping or at other social events. The thoughts faded as the rhythmic beeping of the patient’s cardiac monitor induced a much-needed sleep.
It felt like P. J. had just dozed off when an alarm shrilled a wake-up. Dr. Bandy sat up and rubbed at red, bleary eyes before hitting the cancel alarm button on the smart watch.
The door slid open and someone came in. “Oh, sorry,” a male voice said.
P. J. looked up to see who it was. A tall, well-muscled man with a smattering of beard stubble smiled.
“I’m just here to check on Mom. Are you her nurse?”
It was a question she got all the time. She’d long ago gotten past taking it personally. She stood and extended her hand. “Dr. Bandy. I’m Dr. Stone’s assistant.”
He took her hand, a slight color flushing his face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I just presumed P. J. was—”
“Don’t worry about it,” she interjected, cutting him off with a smile. “Dr. Priscilla June Bandy.” A tingle ran through her. Odd sensation. Maybe it was from lack of sleep. Even so, she couldn’t help but notice that his grip had just the right amount of firmness.
She turned and looked at her patient. “Mrs. Thornton’s doing just fine. At this point we’re keeping her pretty snookered. You can imagine that getting your ribcage cut open hurts pretty badly. We don’t want her in pain yet. We’ll turn down the medicine gradually as the day goes on. By tomorrow morning she’ll be ready to wake up.”
She turned and looked back at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Kyle. Kyle Thornton,” he said. “I didn’t get to meet you yesterday. Thanks for all you’re doing for Mom. I don’t know how much longer—” His voice caught, and she saw a rim of sparkling moisture appear in his eyes. “I don’t know how much longer she’d have been here if you hadn’t been around for her.”
She looked up at him. He stood a good foot taller than her. His square jaw and broad shoulders looked strong and confident, but his still-moist brown eyes showed tenderness and emotion. Her heart stirred. No, she had to ignore the feeling. He was here about his mother, and that was all.
“May I?” he asked.
“Of course.” She motioned for him to move around to the other side of the bed.
He walked to his mother’s side and stroked her face. P. J. watched quietly, reverently as he whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
Something about the scene caused her breath to catch.
He looked up at P. J. and smiled. “She looks great,” he said. “She seems comfortable.” He held her hand tenderly.
“She is. We’re doing all we can to keep her that way. What’s your schedule today?”
His jaw worked. “I don’t suppose there’s much I can do here, is there?”
“No. She might want to see you tomorrow though.”
Kyle nodded. “I guess I’ll go on to work then.”
“What do you do?” P. J. asked.
“I’m a computer programmer. I work for an accounting firm downtown, Asher and Dunforth. Have you heard of them?” P. J. shook her head. “That’s okay.” He offered a self-deprecating grin. “Accounting’s not as glamorous as heart transplants.”
She chuckled. “I don’t know about that. You still save people’s lives, in your own way.”
A wry smile crossed his lips. “I guess we do. People make some dumb moves with their money, and we help them out of it.”
“Sounds pretty important to me.” She realized she was twirling her toe on the floor. She stopped it and put her foot flat. She also realized she was admiring his wavy brown hair, his muscular arms, and how his shirt hugged just right on his well-formed torso. He wasn’t what she would have expected a computer geek to be.
“I have to go start rounding on my patients. I imagine the nurses will chase you out of here any second.”
“Then I’d better say goodbye.” He squeezed his mother’s hand.
“Here, one more thing,” P. J. said. She took the stethoscope from around her neck and handed it to him. “Put these in your ears.” He complied. She took the bell and placed it gently on Mrs. Thornton’s chest. “Do you hear it?”
A massive smile crossed his lips. He teared up again, but this time drops fell from his eyes. He took the earpieces down and handed them back to her, nodding. “She sounds great,” he whispered. “Thank you,” he said mopping his eyes.
P. J. nodded back. “You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure.” Moments like this make all the long hours and hard work worth it.
He turned and left. As he walked past the window, he looked at his mother, then at P. J., and smiled again.
P. J. felt the corners of her heart go soft as she let out a wistful sigh. Yep, moments like this make everything worth it.
📚EXCERPT FROM SAVING THE DOC📚
Doug had wanted to pick her up at Rachel’s home, but Andi decided to meet him at the restaurant instead. She liked having her own car in case she needed to make a quick escape. Rachel had told her that Doug was tall and handsome with dark hair, but that’s all she knew. Maybe she should’ve asked to see a picture. They were supposed to meet at seven p.m. She pulled out her phone. It was seven minutes past the hour. Maybe punctuality wasn’t high up on Doug’s priority list.
A male server wearing a white dress shirt and bow tie approached the table and set a goblet of water in front of her. “Hello,” he began with a magnanimous nod. “Welcome to the 360 Grille.” He looked at the empty chair across from her. “Are you expecting one more?”
He removed a second water goblet from his tray and placed it down across from her. Then, he placed a basket of bread in the center of the table.
“I’ll wait until your guest arrives before taking your order.”
“Thanks,” she said as the server strolled away.
Andi looked longingly at the basket of bread as her stomach growled. Just as she was debating if she dared take a piece before Doug arrived, she spotted him striding in. He was lean and muscular with dark hair. Wow, he was dreamboat handsome. Rachel had been holding back in her description. A dart of adrenaline whooshed through her when their eyes met. A smile tumbled over her lips as she scooted back her chair and rose from her seat. “Hello, Doug,” she said as he approached.
He paused, blinking in surprise. “Hello.” He looked her up and down with what she hoped was admiration, but she couldn’t be sure.
An awkward beat passed. In a jumble of nervousness, she thrust out her hand. “I’m Andi.”
Amusement circled through his caramel brown eyes as he looked at her outstretched hand. He clasped it as they shook. She was struck by the awareness that rustled through her. His handshake was firm but not overly imposing. Andi was dumbfounded and thrilled by the sparks pinging between them. She enjoyed the delicious prospect of possibilities she felt when looking into his eyes. She’d written a scene in her book where the hero and heroine met and had an instant connection. Now it was happening in real life! Rachel was right. Andi should be thanking her for arranging this date with Doug.
“Have a seat,” she encouraged as he released her hand. “The server will be back shortly to take our orders.”
A lopsided grin tugged at a corner of his lips. “There must be some mistake.”
“I’m not Doug.”
“You’re not?” she squeaked as heat splashed her cheeks. Her heart fell through her ribcage and splattered onto the floor into a gooey glob.
“No.” He offered an apologetic smile. “But I almost wish I was,” he added softly. “You look beautiful.”
A dart of pleasure ran through her, followed by an acute sense of disappointment. Talk about jumping the gun and making a fool of herself. She’d done it this time. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered.
“No worries.” He held her eyes. “It was nice meeting you, Andi.” His melodic voice held her name in a caress. Their gazes locked. For a second, everything around them faded, and it was just the two of them. Then, he broke the spell by glancing behind her. Andi turned to see an exquisite blonde woman seated a few tables away. She was watching them with a petulant frown, her eyes shooting daggers at Andi.
“Excuse me,” the guy said as he moved past her to go and sit with the blonde.
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Restaurateur Harper Boyce is content with her life in the quaint coastal town of Clementine, Alabama where life rolls along at a smooth, predictable pace.
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