A tiny life hangs on the balance. Is it worthless because it is unwanted?
Maryanne Torres is a compassionate nurse who fails at relationships. After a string of losers, she swears off premarital sex, hoping to land a marrying type of man.
Lucas Knight, a dedicated triathlete, is smart, sweet, and everything Maryanne wants in a man. Their romance is cut short when she is pregnant after being raped at a party.
Lucas and Maryanne struggle with her decision to abort. He asks her to seek alternatives and pledges to support her through the pregnancy. The rapist has other ideas and is determined to destroy the baby and Maryanne.
With Maryanne's life in danger, Lucas races to save her and her baby. However, Maryanne hides a secret that threatens to tear them apart forever.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Clean & WholesomeThe English version has sold thousands of copies, and downloaded over 83000 copies total.
Maryanne Torres pointed the needle up and tapped the syringe. She was an allergy nurse, and today, she had a new victim, er patient.
Oh, he was a big man, and his type made her blood thrum and her heart dance, but she was on the job, and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Allergic was about to be pricked.
“What are you doing?” The patient blinked, his once cocky grin tightening into a grimace.
“Making sure there are no air bubbles. Wouldn’t want one in your vein, would you?”
He jerked his arm back. “Wait, what happens if I get an air bubble?”
“You’d get an embolism, lightheadedness, shortness of breath, pass out and die. Nothing to worry about.” She latched on to his forearm. “Hold still.”
Snickers came from the other nurses beyond the privacy curtain.
The man leaned forward, and the right side of his cheek dimpled. He flexed his bicep. “Bet I can break that tiny needle of yours.”
“And get it embedded in those precious muscles? I don’t think so. Chance of infection, septic shock—” She shook her head slowly. “Possible amputation.”
He closed his heartbreaker eyes and turned toward the curtain. “You win, little nurse.”
Arrogant wuss. The bigger they came, the harder they fell.
Maryanne might be a petite allergy nurse, but she held the advantage and the needle. She jabbed it in his skin right below his shapely deltoid. He winced, the dark freckles on his nose dancing over his warm brown face. A chiseled jaw, straight nose with a slight flair over full fleshy lips, and cropped frizzy hair made him Wheaties-box handsome.
She rubbed his arm with alcohol—his body heat and a hint of cologne inviting her to linger. Probably a player. Bet he flirts with all the nurses. She picked up the second vial, cat and dog antigen.
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Author review: As always, Celeste is a joy to work with. She's prompt and does a great job. |
