Lena Shapiro. Successful surgeon. Dutiful daughter. She sacrificed her personal life to build her career and take care of her mother and sister. Now thirty-nine and single, she watches her peers pairing off and having kids, and wonders if she missed out on her own chance at happiness.
Assigned to mentor a visiting colleague, Lena finds herself falling for the man instead. But Adam Sterling is all wrong for her: he’s too young, too arrogant, and too willing to push personal and professional boundaries. And he’s leaving L.A. for a job on the opposite coast.
With the date of Adam’s departure looming ever nearer, will Lena retreat to the safety of her familiar solitary life, or will she take a chance on an uncertain future with the man who might make her dreams come true?
(Please note: This is a steamy contemporary romance that contains mature themes and explicit content, meant for adults 18 and over. It is a stand-alone novel, with no cliff-hangers, and a guaranteed HEA.)
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryAdam folded his arms across his chest, blocking her way. “The world won’t grind to a halt if you cut back your hours or take a day off once in a while.”
“I know that,” Lena said, glancing at the clock. “I’ll make some adjustments. But right now I feel fine, and I still have patients to check on.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re still hooked up to an IV.”
“Which the nurse is about to remove. Dr. Goodman said I’m good to go. He didn’t specify where.”
“Because any reasonable person getting discharged from the ER would go home.”
“I’ll go home after I finish rounding,” she said.
He glared at her, then cursed, pivoted on his heel, and strode out of the room.
Lena stared at the privacy curtain that continued to sway in his wake.
Where was the feeling of triumph at having won the argument? She should be glad that Adam was finally gone. But all she felt was deflated.
“Here we are,” the nurse said, bustling in with a clipboard. “We’ll go over your discharge instructions after I get that IV out.”
Minutes later, Lena was alone again, pulling on her clothes. There was a cursory knock on the door, followed by the squeak of wheels.
“Your carriage, Princess.” Adam pushed the wheelchair toward her.
She blinked against the prickle of tears. Damned hormones. “I can walk.”
“Not to your car,” he said. “Hospital policy.”
“But—”
“Your patients are all taken care of,” he said. “Your partner will see the post-ops shortly. He said you should go home, and congratulations on the pregnancy.”
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