Wow the junkies blog has been busy this week. Let’s keep up the momentum with guest blogger Kathleen Grieve. This is Kathleen’s first guest blog with us and hopefully it won’t be her last.
Help me welcome Kathleen to the junkies blog.
Kathleen Grieve is an intensive care nurse with a passion for romance. An avid reader since age 13, she decided to try her hand at writing. Her efforts proved fruitful with her first release, THE DOCTOR’S DECEPTION, available at www.thewildrosepress.com. To learn more about Kathleen, go to www.kathleengrieve.com.
Heart surgeon Stone Lassiter has successfully transplanted beating hearts. It’s his own that causes him the most agony. With a death bed promise to his fiancée, he’s driven to open a transplant center in her hometown and arrives at Deerborne County General Hospital. Single minded in his focus, he inadvertently alienates the nursing staff he needs to make his dream a success. He sets his stethoscope on intensive care nurse, Faith Daniels, to improve his image.
Nurse of the Year, Faith Daniels has passed every nursing exam, but when faced with the MCAT, she has severe test anxiety. Burned by her ex-husband, who used her to put him through law school, she has become focused on passing that darn exam and achieving her own dream to become a doctor.
Will Stone’s white lie jeopardize the love they find?
Faith opened the door and there he stood. She’d seen Dr. Lassiter in a suit and tie before. He didn’t always wear scrubs while in the unit. But she should’ve known after her traitorous reaction to him lately, that tonight would be different–more personal.
Her breath caught.
Okay, to be fair, she did want his body. She could admit that freely to herself.
His honey blonde hair was damp and curled slightly at his collar. From the wet look, he’d waited until the last minute to get ready. Nothing vain about this man. The dark dinner jacket he wore accentuated his powerful shoulders and broad chest. The white shirt set a sharp contrast to his tan skin. Her fingers itched to loosen the simple black silk tie and unbutton the top buttons of his shirt to get to what lay underneath.
Slowly exhaling, she silently whistled and gazed into his eyes. Jeez, get a grip. Here she was undressing him before the evening had even begun. But, the heat radiating from the brown depths set off fire alarms in her brain.
Finally. Melted chocolate. Her gaze flew to his lips. How would he taste?
Try as she might, there was no shutting out reality. Her stomach quivered in tandem with her thoughts.
“Hi, Dr. Lassiter,” she said, breathless.
This is not a date. This is not a date. This is not…
His lips curved.