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SHE HAS NO TIME FOR LOVE
Dr. Gen Kendall has paid too high a price to let anything get in the way of her dream. In one month she’ll be a full-fledged doctor. She just has to impress her chief of staff, Dr. Jack O’Neill. She impresses him, all right. With one swing of a softball bat she puts him in his own hospital and changes both of their lives forever.
HE HAS NO TASTE FOR LOVE
A widower with a 12-year-old daughter, Jack hopes this move to Chicago will signal a new life for them both. He doesn’t plan on finding himself literally at the feet of one of the most compelling women he’s ever known. He certainly doesn’t expect her to turn his life upside down when she recognizes something in his daughter that could well break his heart. Is love enough to see them through, especially when it means that not just Jack but Gen must face the ghosts of their pasts to save his little girl?
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“Oh, God, I’ve killed my chief of staff,” she moaned, feeling for a pulse, praying for respiration. “And I haven’t even been introduced.”
He was ashen-colored and stone silent. He was, however, breathing. Gen could feel the flutter of air against her forearm as she reached to discover a heartily reassuring carotid pulse. His heart and lungs were working. Now they could only hope his brain was, too.
Gen barely noticed the people already jostling for position around her. She didn’t pay attention to the forest of cell phones raised in an effort to call 911. She didn’t attend to the babel of conflicting orders from the chief of every service except the two she needed most, trauma and neurosurgery.
“Pardon the cliche,” she said, already having been stepped on twice and losing enough light to keep her from checking Dr. O’Neill’s pupils. “But could you guys all move the hell back enough to give the man some damn air?”
There was a rustle, another stunned silence and a small “Oh.”
But a space cleared.
“Paramedics are on their way,” somebody said. “Don’t move him.”
No kidding, Gen thought to herself. I bet that guy’s a doctor.
“I just put him here,” she snapped, even though she knew better. “I’m not going to move him now.”
Somebody giggled, a high, scared sound. Gen thought she was going to throw up. Instead, she checked Dr. O’Neill’s pupils. Equal, round, reactive to light. Another good sign. His irises were blue-green, as translucent as the Caribbean on a summer morning. The kind of irises that would look just great smiling over wine and flowers.
What a waste.
Now Gen wanted to giggle too. This was just so absurd.
“What a perfect end to a perfect day,” she said with a sad shake of her head. “This should have been Lee.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” her patient muttered without opening his eyes. “And who is Lee that you would have preferred knocking him into the next time-and-space continuum instead of me?”
About the Author:
New York Times bestselling, RWA Hall of Fame author Eileen Dreyer has published 31 romance novels in most genres, 8 medicalforensic suspenses, and 10 short stories.
2018 sees Eileen enjoying critical acclaim for her foray into historical romance, the Drake’s Rakes series, which Eileen labels as Regency Romantic Adventure that follows a group of Regency aristocrats who are willing to sacrifice everything to keep their country safe. She is also working on her first nonfiction book, TRAVELS WITH DAVE, about a journey she’s been taking with a friend’s ashes.
A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband, children, and large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.
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