Blog Tour- Liar, Liar Hearts on Fire – Author Jennifer Zane

Liar, Liar Hearts on Fire

Author Jennifer Zane

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An Adult Romantic Comedy

 Released January 16, 2014



Violet Miller is a teacher savoring her summer break until she’s been called in as emergency reinforcements—of the dating kind. She volunteers to help an old flame by pretending to be his girlfriend. In Alaska. At a family reunion. Since the guy is a handsome, lumberjack-sized doctor she’s never quite forgotten, faking a relationship won’t be hard work.

Mike Ostranski is a desperate man on vacation. His mother wants grandchildren and sees a crazy Alaskan woman as a candidate for daughter-in-law. Mike needs Violet by his side to deflect the lady’s advances.

A week in Alaska as boyfriend and girlfriend should be easy for them. They grew up together, even had a brief fling. What could go wrong? Everything.



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Jennifer Zane has lived all over the country–from Georgia to Maryland, New York to Colorado, including an exciting five years in Montana. Her time in Big Sky country was the basis for this book. When she’s not writing, she savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. She currently lives with her family in Colorado.


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An adventure of a first grade teacher who travels from Montana to Alaska. A re-connection with her high school crush, and one night flame. From a summer job at the local XXX store to fishing for King Salmon. Think … Mud, Clown Car, Hunky Doctor, and a wedding ring.

Oh My!!!

I admit that I am one of those people that judges a book by its cover. Covers with Hot, Hunky guys usually grab my attention better than a cover with a big green fish on it. But, the synopsis sounded cute, and being labeled as a romantic comedy I decided to give it a try. Figured it would make a nice break from recent emotional new age reads. And… I am glad that I decided to add this novel to my reading collection. Overall the novel was quirky, cute, making me laugh, grin, and– Oh My! in several places.

Liar, Liar, Hearts on Fire, is the fourth novel in, The Gnome Novels Series by Jennifer Zane. It seems, Zane adds a little of her own personality and history into her novels. The background setting of, Bozeman Montana, was based on the authors own experience, ‘Under the Big Sky’ of Montana, for five years, (goodreads).

In the End, I would call this novel, One Fin-Tastic  Ooh La La, of a Read!



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Normally when I read a series, I start by reading the first book in said series. In this case I started the series by reading book 4, Liar, Liar Hearts on Fire. Yet, even without reading the prior novels, Zane clues the reader in on the backgrounds of the characters. For instance, how Jane met her fireman fiance’, and how George the gnome fits into all the preceding novels.

(Book 1, Gnome on the RangeAmazon)

Veronica is Violet’s twin. Veronica is the heroine in her own novel.

( Book 2, Plumb CrazyAmazon)

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The writing was quirky, fun, and upbeat. A delightful read. The novel reads like a pinball machine. Readers, this novel just pings and dings all over the place. Each page and chapter contained a new surprise! The novel begins in Montana, then takes the reader to the wilds of Alaska. Where their are bears, moose, and king salmon, Oh My!

The main reason I liked this novel and recommend it to others is due to the fact I feel a kinship with the heroine, Violet. This reviewer also has a background in Elementary Education and has had dreams of  being a writer. Violet is 29 when she reconnects with her crush. I married at 29. Not to my crush. Though in high school I did crush on a Todd. Violet had a boyfriend at one time names Todd. Violet did have a few boyfriends and date. Though she had more in her fictional background, than I did in my real life. Like Violet I care what others think of me and am the quiet, mannerly type. Yet, in love and romance I like to be naughty. I enjoyed my read about Violet, I could understand her emotions throughout the novel.

Writing was concise, easily read, full of adventure and plot twists. The beginning of the read and ending of the read complimented one another.


No Tears for me in this novel. Just giggles… Definitely a fun read. Just wait till you read about Violet and Mike in the mud, Jefferson the dogs favorite activity, and Goldie (owner of the adult store) is just one Hoot after another!!!

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Romance is hot and heavy with the hero and heroine, when it does occur. Liar, Liar Hearts on Fire, is filled with innuendo. Plus the fact, that anything can come out of Goldie’s mouth! One can read this read and might be only mildly get their modesty shocked. Perhaps it will spice up that said modesty 😉

My favorite part was how Violet kept describing her book as, word porn! In comparison this novel is not word porn, but  it doesn’t leave much to the imagination either. Zane somehow writes to make even mud and fishing sexy…

After reading this novel, my analogy of the romance would be summed up into one word, fishing.

The hero and heroine end up both being ‘lured’ into realizing that the two are meant to be together.



Ooh La La…

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Cover Reveal- In Her Head- Author E.A. Sutton

In Her Head

Author E.A. Sutton

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Janie’s fantasies are like the best kind of dirty story spoken aloud. Just ask her best-friend Marlow. Hot shower scenes with a sexy, hairy chested man leave both ladies fanning themselves as Janie rehashes her deepest desires. Only a true friend like Marlow can handle the details but soon Janie realizes Marlow isn’t the only one she tells them too. Waking up dazed and confused, Janie’s desires may have very well become reality but she can’t be sure.




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His Muse

Author Kemmie Michaels

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On vacation in the tropical paradise of St. Lucia…

Martin and Abby never intended to meet anyone while they were away. Circumstance, however, pushes them together in spite of their expectations. With an entire vacation week with nothing to do but spend time together, Martin and Abby forge a connection unlike anything either had felt before. With Abby’s conservative nature and Martin’s refusal to be the player he had once been, the couple keeps themselves physically apart…until they can’t.

They collide into a friction that sparks a blazing need to stay together. Keeping the heat alive from opposite ends of the country, though, may prove too difficult. Distance and circumstance become very ugly words in this couple’s vocabulary.



Excerpt one:

 “Do I get to see what’s under your robe?” He grinned wickedly as he reached for the belt.

She giggled and turned away. “Not yet! I have to finish my wine first. You should have thought of that before you poured me a glass,” she said laughing wickedly at the look on his face.

Martin groaned and dropped his head back on the couch, but then he got an ornery look on his face. He sat up and guzzled the last of his wine. He took her glass from her and tipped back the remainder of hers, too, sounding a refreshed “ahh” through his smile.

“Hey!” she said, laughing with him.

“Ok. Wine’s not an issue,” he grinned at her. “Show me.”

Still laughing a bit, she stood up and walked across the room from him. He stayed in his spot on the couch and waited for her to drop the robe. Like the seductress that she was, she stood there for a long moment, her makeup subtle-sexy and her beautiful auburn hair in a messy, wavy up-sweep.

She did nothing but look at him with heated eyes. She too-slowly reached for the belt and then stopped. She toyed with the ends of the terry-cloth rope that held the fabric closed around her.

“You know you’re killing me over here, right?” he asked, loving her playful side.

“Well, we can’t have that,” she said, pulling the belt loose but leaving the robe firmly closed around her body. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I did mention the death part, right?” he said, laughing. “I’m more than ready, Abby. Show me.”

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you…” and with that, she opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. Martin gaped at the sight in front of him. Never in his life, ever, had he seen anything so unbelievably sexy as what he saw in front of him in that moment. He must have inadvertently made a deal with the devil in order to have that in the room with him. She was absolutely, sinfully provocative. 

His eyes raked down her body, pausing at every sexy, delicious curve. She wore a deep emerald corset with wickedly erotic black lace trim. The bodice hugged her ribs tightly and tucked her already tiny waist into a perfect hourglass center. The satin flared back out to accent her hips in a way that made him want to worship at her feet.

Then, as if that weren’t enough, the bottom rim of ribbon and lace held black garters that traced sexy lines down to black thigh-highs. Those alluring sheer hose hugged her legs with a lace border that nearly danced around the soft, creamy skin of her thighs. His eyes traveled back up to rest on her full breasts straining against the satin laced up to a bow between them.

The exaggerated curves were even more accented by a wisp of hair that waved down her neck and nestled in her substantial cleavage. He noticed one last detail around her hips. A scant strip of lace served as panties. She obviously put those on over the garters. He could strip them off and leave her in the corset and thigh-highs if he wanted to.

Oh. Sweet. God. He wanted to.

“Damn…” was the only word he could think to say as he walked the length of the room in about four long strides. His hands gripped around her ribs and he could feel the heat of their skin reacting through the satin and ribbings. He jerked her forward that way, her whole body following the constraints of the corset. She fell into him hard and let her hands rest at his chest.

He was no longer laughing with her playfully. Now he was so sexed-out he was ready to throw her down and take her hard. She looked at him with wide, expecting eyes, wanting the same thing. He hoped she was expecting the animal side of him, because that’s exactly where she took him the minute she dropped her robe.

     He grabbed her by the hair as he searched her mouth with his desperate tongue. His other hand gripped at her back, bottom and shoulder with the full strength of his desire. She was the only woman to evoke this kind of passion from deep within, and he couldn’t turn it off. He jerked her hair back again to give himself access to her neck.



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 He walked down the steps and dropped his bag next to the couch. As always when upset, he walked to his keyboard, plugged his headphones to inject the music directly into his ears. He played deep, rhythmic pieces that spoke to the heavy feeling in his chest. He connected with the music and played whatever he needed to get some tension out of his shoulders. After a long while of playing piece after piece, he began to ease into a better mindset. Finally, he let himself think about Abby.

He focused on those lips of hers again. He loved to watch them speak. He loved her smile and that little focused bite of hers. He allowed himself to remember that study of her lips when she held herself still, simply so he could experience every millimeter of her beautiful mouth.

He had touched and explored and licked every warm surface of her while she laid beneath him so sweetly. He remembered exactly the pressure of her full bottom lip under his teeth, just as he imagined. As he let his mind wander through that exploration, a song started to form in his head.

He experienced that study of her lips again, but this time through his fingers on the keys. The notes started light and feathery, hesitantly, just like the kiss had. He let the song grow in intensity, moving up and down the scales. The melody played out the soft brushes of his lips and the deep moves of his tongue. 

The rhythm moved slowly, then sometimes quickly. The crescendo and decrescendo matched the shifting intensity of his body’s response to her. The forte moments of the song mimicked every sensation when he was so lost in her. Then, much like that precise, beautiful moment with Abby, the song ended on a pianissimo, peaceful, soft chord.

He was in awe of the moment he just lived through. He remembered every note he played, and he played the melody again with his eyes closed. The music came from her memory, not from his creation. The music was her and for her.



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I love a good love story. I reread the first kiss a few times before I read on…even in my own books. That moment gets me every time no matter how often I revisit that beautiful connection. I dive into every story to the point where I have so many fictional boyfriends that I can’t keep track of them all.

In the world of reality, I have a loving and tolerant husband who smiles and rolls his eyes every time I tell him about my latest fictional love affair. I have two autistic pre-teen boys who keep me on my toes. I have a psychotic Golden Retriever (I was told those don’t exist…) and a cat that rules our house. I used to be the queen. Our regal feline has usurped my throne and demoted me to Prime Minister.

I studied English/Journalism at Miami University in Ohio, have a Master’s Degree in Secondary Education from the University of Dayton and I spent five years teaching even more personality-rich pre-teens. For some sick reason, I actually enjoyed teaching junior high. Now as a stay-at-home mom, I’m clinging to that status by throwing my hat in the author’s ring and hoping I get to keep it there.

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Hot shower scenes with a sexy, hairy chested man leave both ladies fanning themselves as Janie rehashes her deepest desires.

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Hard Glamour by Author Maggie Marr Blog Tour

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Hard Glamour

Author Maggie Marr

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Released January 14, 2014

Publisher: NLA DLP

A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series

By Maggie Marr




A promise to keep….

Honoring her mother’s last wish, Lane Channing vows to follow her dreams. She takes the ‘big risk’ and leaves her small Kansas town behind and heads to LA, the city of dreams. She’s got a stellar job lined up, an old jeep, and 20 bucks to last her to her first paycheck. Her hopes shatter when she arrives to find her job’s been given to someone else.  Now she’s broke and will soon be living on the

streets if she doesn’t do something fast. Welcome to cutthroat – Lane is most certainly not in Kansas anymore.

On the cusp of success…

Dillon MacAvoy has one goal–to become a star–whatever it takes. Even if it means honing his bad-boy can’t-be-tamed-and-forever-single image. Besides the image isn’t far from the truth. Dillon cares only about his younger brother and his career. He’s on the brink of superstardom if he can just decide on the next right script. But for that, he needs a script reader he can trust.

In a strange twist of fate…

Lane Channing is Dillon’s last chance. If Lane lasts the summer without becoming MacAvoy’s latest conquest, she’s guaranteed a job in entertainment. No problem, as long as she can ignore the heat that pulses through her every time Dillon is in the room. After all, love and commitment with a sweet, hometown girl would only ruin the Dillon MacAvoy brand.

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Excerpt 1
My eyes fluttered open. I kicked my foot out from under the comforter on my bed. I’d had trouble falling asleep when I got back to the house. I flipped over my cell phone and glanced at the time—it was 2:07 a.m.and I was wide-awake.
         Kong lay curled up on the pillow beside me while Scorsese and Spielberg slept at the foot of my bed. Bernie lay lengthwise beside me like a human. I ran my hand across Bernie’s thick fur. My heart hurt. Last week I’d felt bad for Dillon. I’d felt bad that he was trapped in a horrible place between his parents and his brother. Parents who, from what it sounded like, wouldn’t accept Choo for who he was, but yet still wanted to be a part of Dillon’s life.
         But tonight?
         Tonight I didn’t feel bad for Dillon. I felt angry and hurt and shocked at how intense all my feelings were. There were two Dillons and I kept ping-ponging between them. There was the guy who’d humiliated me when I was lost and then made me feel embarrassed again tonight. Frustration spiked through my chest as the feeling of embarrassment flooded through me with the two memories.
         Then there was the other Dillon. The guy who’d rescued four dogs. The guy who smiled and gave me the keys to his car. The guy who was sexy as hell and seemed interested in what I had to say. That was the Dillon my heart hurt for. That was the Dillon I wanted to know and be around. That Dillon seemed to pop out, be wildly nice, and then immediately disappear. Maybe I was lucky that the sweet version of Dillon wasn’t around more. The jerky version I could work for and ignore.
         He wasn’t someone who wanted a relationship. Already, I’d seen him with a multitude of different women. Dillon MacAvoy wanted me to walk his dogs and read his scripts. I brushed a stray hair back from my forehead. Something about Dillon pressed hard against my heart. I was drawn to him. When he’d grabbed my arm tonight, heat had jolted through me. When he’d whispered in my ear, even with the awful words he said, I still couldn’t catch my breath with him so near. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel those giant hands on my body, stroking over me where no one had stroked before.
         “Oh, yessss.”
         A moan drifted up from the yard. When I’d gotten home, I’d taken two ibuprofen and pulled open my balcony doors before I’d gone to bed. I’d hoped the fresh air would cool my body and my mind.
         “Please, yesss.”
         My heart clenched and I scrunched my eyes closed. A hard, sick feeling lodged in my belly. The voice was female. There was only one man in this house who could cause a woman to moan like that.
         “Yes, please, Dillon. Please.”
         I didn’t want to hear this. I couldn’t stand to hear this. I slid my foot to the floor beneath my bed. I wouldn’t look. Looking would be so bad. I pressed forward across the floor to the balcony doors. I would pull the doors closed and then please, hopefully, I wouldn’t have to hear the things I definitely didn’t want to hear.
         I placed my hand on the knob of the door, but instead of pulling the door closed, my body moved forward. My heart accelerated as though it would burst through my ribs. What would I see? My foot stepped out on to the balcony. Every good part of me screamed don’t do it, don’t look down, but every part that was curious had to peer over the balcony. I had to see.
         I looked over the edge. The pool lights were on and an aqua glow lit the yard. The girl with the long black hair was bent over the outdoor lounger. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her tongue flicked over her lips as soft, deep moans flowed from her mouth. Pleasure rushed across her face. She was naked. Barebacked. Her breasts rocked rhythmically and her ink-black hair fell to the side of her face.
         Behind her was Dillon. His hands clasped her naked waist with a tight grip. My fingertips covered my mouth. His face was clenched and his head rolled from side to side as he pumped his body into her. The muscles of his chest glistened. His biceps tightened. He threw his head back and opened his eyes.
         Our gazes locked. His blue eyes seared through me—I was frozen. I couldn’t move. Heat surged through me while my eyes were anchored to him. Heat that pooled in my belly and between my legs. My heart pounded. The world tilted with the thought that burst into my brain.
         I wanted to be that girl.
         A growl coursed over his lips as he pumped into her and stared at me. Tingles cascaded over my skin. I wanted Dillon to strain and growl and be inside me. I’d never been any of that to any man, but I wanted to be that for Dillon.
         I watched as she moaned and pressed backward. I watched as he thrust hard into her.
         “Yes, yes!” the girl yelled.
         The sound of her voice broke my trance. I jumped backward into the darkness of my room. I shouldn’t have watched. I shouldn’t want this.

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Excerpt 2
         I might have been straight out of the fly-over states, but I wasn’t a moron. I definitely didn’t appreciate the looks or the attitude being shot my way. I stood in the center of the human resources department in my new suit and my new heels with my new bag and my new haircut, expecting to start my new job.
         “What do you mean my job is gone?” My fingertips tingled and my heart jolted in my chest. I stared wide-eyed at the blonde behind the human resources desk. She settled her chin on her hand. She looked bored. My problem was definitely not her problem. A part of me wanted to reach over and shake her.
         “A client needed a summer internship for his brother.”
         “But you have something else for me, right?” My voice grew louder as the idea of what was going down sank into my brain. “I just drove two thousand miles for a summer job.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I need the money.”
         Her eyes slitted and she tilted her head. “It’s an internship,” she said. “You don’t get paid for an internship in entertainment.” Her eyes roamed over me and my sixty-dollar suit like I was a hick from Hicksville, USA. When was the last time this little girl had ever paid for anything on her own? Her HR assistant gig wasn’t paying for those Loubies on her feet, which were peeking out from under her desk. Damn, those were some great-looking shoes.
         “What kind of company doesn’t pay a person for summer work?” I asked.
         “The kind of company that gets five thousand résumés a week.” She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling as though she was educating a Neanderthal and not someone who’d just locked down her third year of college. She resettled her gaze on me. “Who do you even know to get in here?” she asked as though there had been some tragic mistake other than CTA giving away my internship to some overindulged rich kid and me believing my internship would be paid.
         Who did I even know? I cocked my hip to the side and sucked in my cheeks. Little Miss Attitude was not so great at HR. “A friend of my mom referred me,” I said. “But I nailed the Skype interview.”
         “Who’s your mom?” She twisted her blond extensions between her finger and thumb, suddenly interested that maybe I was somebody she should know.
         A piece of my heart broke with the word mom on her lips. Who was my mom? She was my world—had been my entire world—with her wild, curly golden hair and bright blue eyes, eyes that always seemed to smile even when things were remarkably bad. Tiny pinpricks of heat started at the backs of my eyes and I swallowed and forced myself to concentrate on the entitled girl in front of me.
         “That’s not important.” I cleared my throat and looked around the gray room full of cubicles. “Is there anyone else I can talk to? You know, about a real job?”
         I’d rolled into L.A. on gas fumes and grabbed a bed and a shower in a Best Western. I didn’t know a soul in Los Angeles. I had approximately seventy dollars to last me until my first paycheck, and I dearly hoped one of my coworkers needed a roommate for the summer. Call me a gambler, call me a risk-taker, call me crazy—I’d been called worse—but when I found out I’d gotten the gig for the summer at CTA, the biggest entertainment agency in L.A., I didn’t think twice about hitting the road from Lawrence for my opportunity of a lifetime. Especially after the hell of the past year. The only problem was that it appeared that my “opportunity of a lifetime” had evaporated.
         “You can talk to Nancy,” the blonde said and jerked her head toward the door. “She’s the head of HR, but she won’t have anything for you either. Not if you need money.”
         A flush blossomed on my neck and bloomed on my cheeks. Who didn’t need money? Oh, right, rich kids with trust funds and parents that stole other kids’ jobs. Yes, I was one of those people that needed money. No daddy to bail my ass out, no mama with a trust fund to pay for my entire life. I had to actually work and get paid to have clothes, a car, a place to live, and even school.
         “Take a seat. I’ll see if she has time.”
         Half a day later, after meeting with two other people, both of whom seemed grandly perplexed that I would assume my internship was paid, I had no job, no internship, and in twenty-four hours most likely no place to stay.


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Maggie Marr grew up in the Midwest and made the move to Los Angeles to work in the movie business.  She was a motion picture literary agent for ICM before becoming a full time writer.  She’s written for film and TV and ghostwritten for celebrities.  She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and children.

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Currently I am on Chapter 19 of 27 in the novel, Hard Glamour by Maggie Marr. This book has me so sucked in at this point of the story. At this point I have no idea how the story will end. Will the Hero and Heroine fall in love or just enjoy the summer and then go their separate ways? Looking forward to finishing the book and especially the sneak peek at the next novel in the series, Broken Glamour at the very end of , Hard Glamour!

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Surrender My Heart

Author Lisa Eugene

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Release Day:  October 27, 2013


Patients are dying at Washington Memorial Hospital and no one knows why. When Nurse Chloe Bennett finds herself in the middle of yet another Code Blue, she questions the unexplained deaths. Dr. Brad Markson is a world renowned cardiac surgeon who is confident, brilliant, and sinfully sexy. He does not tolerate losing patients. When his patient suddenly dies, he looks for answers.

The two work together to unravel the mysterious events surrounding the deaths, and soon find themselves fighting for their lives in a fast paced, erotic thriller. When Chloe is accused of the murders, she is surprised to find she has an ally in gorgeous Dr. Markson. Shy, sweet, Chloe is unable to resist his wickedly sexy smile. His passionate kisses ignite her body, and his mere touch induces shivering pleasure. But she doesn’t know if she’s ready to give away her heart after her traumatic past, and Brad is battling career demons of his own. Can the  two learn to trust in each other? Will they live long enough to surrender to their love, or will they fall victim to their fears and lose everything?




Chloe Bennett eyed the blinking red light on the desk. The nurse’s call bell barked incessantly, chopping through the silence of the night.

“There’s no way I’m going back in there!” Susan, another nurse, declared. She planted a hand on her hip. “That patient has been on the bell all night long! It’s two in the morning for God’s sake!”

Chloe issued a sigh and rose from her seat in front of the charts she’d been working on. Her gaze traveled down the dark hall that tunneled off from the nurse’s station. Usually at this time of night, most of the patients were asleep and all that would be heard was the intermittent beep of a cardiac monitor or the deep snore of a restless sleeper. Now in the distance, she could see a light wink on and off over Mr. Barkley’s door. He was an elderly patient who’d been admitted for heart monitoring. The red light flashed in rhythm to the noise bullying the quiet night, demanding attention once again.

“I’ll go. I think he’s just confused.”

“I’ll say he’s confused. He thinks my ass is a squeezy toy!” Susan bristled.

“Poor Mr. Barkley is not himself tonight. He seems more disoriented than ever.” Chloe chewed pensively on her bottom lip. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention as her gaze lingered down the hall.

She brushed her palms across the front of her white nurse’s uniform and made her way to his room, her sturdy shoes thudding on the laminate tiles.

Mr. Barkley’s mental status waxed and waned. For a few days he’d been extremely lucid, then his mind slipped between pleasant dementia and foggy reality. Even then, there were times Chloe swore she saw a bead of clarity rolling in his cloudy blue eyes. The bead seemed to condense all the wisdom and knowledge that his eighty-five year old brain had accumulated, and Chloe loved his convoluted stories. Imbedded in those stories was a richness of experience, and the contentment of a life lived well. She’d miss him after he was discharged. Though Mr. Barkley often became overly zealous with the nurses, he was rarely agitated.

She frowned, a strange feeling of déjà vu plaguing her. Just two weeks ago, she’d had another patient who’d exhibited the same behavior: acute confusion and agitation. She’d mentioned it to her nursing supervisor, but Nurse Wall hadn’t thought much of it because many of the elderly patients had some baseline dementia. But Chloe knew Mr. Barkley well and tonight he just seemed…off.

She pushed open the door to the small room and entered, her heart clenching as she heard Mr. Barkley’s raspy voice yelling in the dark.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Mr. Barkley. It’s okay.” She flipped on the soft overhead light and walked swiftly to his bed, something deep inside her responding to the neediness in his voice.

“Who is it? Who…who’s there?” Mr. Barkley asked, his voice jumping with agitation.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s me, Chloe, your nurse.”

She watched as his bushy white brows pulled together. “Thanks for coming to the beach with me. I just fell off my surfboard. I hate when the waves are so rough.”

Chloe smiled warmly and placed a hand on Mr. Barkley’s shoulder. “You’re not at the beach, Mr. Barkley.”

She brushed back a strand of paper thin, white hair that had fallen over his eyes, thinking wryly that he’d probably been having a good time surfing in his head before his imagined fall. A red cast glazed his eyes, and she wondered if he’d been rubbing them.

“Mr. Barkley, you’re at the hospital. You’re at Washington Memorial Hospital.”

His mind seemed to clear as he bounced his gaze around the room. “Hmmm…yeah. Those waves were rough. Mom told me not to go in today. She wanted me to stay home. She’s waiting for me. I have to go with her.”

Chloe sighed and tried to reorient him, hoping to nudge him back to the present.

“So,” she announced with a big smile. “Tomorrow you’ll be returning home!” She eyed the IV bag quickly dripping into the clear tube snaking into his arm.

Mr. Barkley pursed his thin lips as his eyes filled with alarm. “No, I won’t. They won’t let me.”

She smiled gently, her eyes returning to his restless blue gaze. “Yes. I got your discharge papers today. Your granddaughter is coming to get you in the morning. It’ll be a wonderful day.”

Chloe flinched as his gnarled hand suddenly grasped her arm, jerking it to a stop as she was about to check the flow of the IV.

“I won’t be going home! They won’t let me leave here! I know they won’t!” Mr. Barkley was almost shouting now, his hand clutching tighter, his jagged nails biting into her skin. His eyes became wild and panicked like a cornered animal.

She softened her voice, trying not to react to his acute distress. If Mr. Barkley saw that she was upset, it might make him more agitated. Instead, she smiled and placed her other hand comfortingly over the one that had a painful grip on her.

“Let’s not think about that now, okay? You should really get some rest.” She looked around and whispered, “You need to keep up your strength for surfing.”

At that, Mr. Barkley’s eyes fogged over and he relaxed his hold on her arm. A dreamy smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

Chloe smiled again, her heart tugging in her chest. She barely noticed the tiny half-moons his nails had embedded in the pale skin of her forearm.

Her gaze landed on his blanket that had fallen on the floor, and she turned to pick it up, almost jumping out of her skin when she felt a firm pinch of her rear end.

“Mr. Barkley!” She turned and waggled an admonishing finger at the elderly man, but her annoyance lost its fervor as she watched a sly smile spread across his lips.

Demented, my ass!

She talked to him while she straightened the cluttered space, telling him how wonderful life would be at home. Mr. Barkley was an active eighty-five year old. From what his family had told her, he loved taking daily walks in the park with his granddaughter, singing old tunes, and going out to the movies.

She folded the blanket into a small square and was about to lay it at his feet when her gaze landed on Mr. Barkley’s face. For a second she stood stock still, her brain fighting with the fear in her accelerating heart.

“Mr. Barkley!” she yelled. When she got no response, she screamed his name even louder. Rushing forward, she placed a palm on his shoulder and shook him roughly, already tasting the bitter dread leaking onto her tongue.

Mr. Barkley’s face was turning a pasty white and the wrinkles in his skin seemed to press flat. One look at his still chest told her his lungs had abandoned their function and he wasn’t breathing. Chloe’s heart bang against her ribcage as she dug a finger into his neck to search for his carotid pulse. Not finding one, she opened her mouth and screamed a Code Blue alarm at the top of her lungs, the sound reverberating through the dark corridors like an agonizing cry.

Code blue! Code blue! Room 405!”

Willing her trembling hands to work, she initiated CPR, trying to suppress the tears stinging the back of her eyes. She saw a tinge of blue cling to her patient’s lips and horror gripped her heart. In seconds the room filled with people. Footsteps were heard running down the previously quiet hall. Sleepy doctors in blue scrubs filed quickly through the door, shouting in her direction, asking questions, and demanding answers.

Someone pushed her aside and took over doing chest compressions while another person pulled Mr. Barkley’s gown away and started attaching colorful wires to his pale, clammy skin. Again Chloe had to step back as medical equipment, a crash cart, the Code Blue team, and young doctors in training flowed towards the bed in a ceaseless wave of bodies.

 One doctor yelled. “How old is this man?”

The question was thrown at Chloe. She blinked rapidly, linking her fingers behind her back to stop her shaking. She felt so cold.

“He…he’s eighty-five,” she replied.

“Are you sure he wants to be resuscitated?”

“Does he have signed orders?” It was her nursing supervisor, Nurse Wall. She skewered Chloe with a beady gaze.

Chloe’s head shot up and she stuttered. “Yes…yes. I mean, no…no. He wants everything done. He wants to be resuscitated!” she answered, hating the quiver in her voice. She started attaching the colorful leads of the heart monitor to his chest.

Just then, she saw Susan rush into the room. She handed off some extra supplies, tossed her a sympathetic gaze, and then scurried away, presumably to check on the other patients.

“Tell me about this patient!” A voice was directed at her. It was Dr. Wasko, the doctor who’d taken charge.

Chloe almost bit through her bottom lip, but she took a deep breath and relayed Mr. Barkley’s medical information. She watched in a robotic state of shock as the team worked on Mr. Barkley’s lifeless body. A large liter bag of saline was thrust at her, and she set it up to flow openly into her patient’s IV. She glanced at the noisy monitor failing to get a blood pressure reading, and the flat line on the cardiac screen. Someone continued compressions, while another person pulled his jaws wide and inserted a breathing tube into his throat. Mr. Barkley’s pale body seemed so puny, unresponsive and crowded with busy hands and medical devices.

Adept fingers pierce his groin with a long, ferocious-looking needle, drawing back dark red blood from his artery. Chloe’s stomach twisted and turned as she began to lose faith. The room was a swirling frenzy of chaotic order and the air was stale and oppressive. Doctors shouted orders, medications were handed over, and monitors beeped urgently. Someone yelled “Clear!” and everyone stepped back from the bed. Chloe watched as paddles discharged on Mr. Barkley’s chest and his inert body flopped like a fish. She felt an arm slip around her shoulder and she turned her head as Susan leaned in.

“You okay? It doesn’t look good.”

Chloe nodded, but swiped at a tear threatening to fall.

 “Are the other patients okay?” she asked weakly.

“Yeah. A little shaken up. They can hear what’s going on, but we’re keeping things calm.”

Chloe saw a movement from the corner by the bathroom. One of the new phlebotomists, Nigel, moved toward the door. He shot her a dazed look, then sadly shook his head, his mouth pulling downward. Her attention was drawn away when Susan leaned in.

“I heard that Dr. Markson’s been called. He should be here any minute now. He’s just getting out of surgery.” She informed nervously.

Chloe gasped, her eyes growing wide. She felt her heart rate rev as Susan gave her hand a quick squeeze. Dr. Markson was one of Washington Memorial’s finest cardiac surgeons. He was lauded for making great advances in cardiac surgery at his young age, and was renowned for his expertise in Robotic Coronary Artery Bypass Surgery. He was almost a deity at the hospital. From what Chloe had heard, his colossal ego was the only thing that surpassed his reputed glory. She’d never had the opportunity, thank God, to meet him. Her night shift ended at seven in the morning, just before the surgeons rounded on their patients. She did, however, see the nurses of the oncoming shift sweat nervously whenever they got slated with a patient of his.

“I’m going back outside. You need anything?” Susan asked.

Chloe shook her head, her eyes glued to the activity on the bed. She watched numbly as the doctor in charge stepped back from Mr. Barkley’s body, shaking his head gravely. A single tear meandered down her cheek. Oh, God…   

She braced herself as Dr. Wasko’s mouth open, ready to pronounce her patient dead. She was just issuing a prayer when a large shadow filled the doorway, distracting her morbid thoughts.

“What the hell is going on here?” The booming voice stirred the air in the room, causing all noise to cease.

Chloe took a step back as the large looming figure stalked quickly to the bed. She held her breath as she watched a man, who could be none other than Dr. Markson, part the sea of bodies to stand over Mr. Barkley. He was yelling now, his voice belting like thunder as he demanded answers. The chiseled lines of his face pull taut as a storm swirled in his dark blue eyes. He shoved aside one doctor and his powerful arms locked tight as he started aggressively pounding on Mr. Barkley’s flaccid body in an attempt to resuscitate him.

 He yelled for medications in the process, growling a nasty curse as one doctor’s shaky hands tarried. Chloe didn’t know why, but as she watched determination sculpt the lines of Dr. Markson’s face, hope started to blossom. Her eyes widened as the cardiac monitor flickered, the staccato beat jostling the glowing flat line, causing doubtful gazes to latch on to it hopefully. For long moments, Dr. Markson worked furiously, but the stubborn line kept lying flat, refusing to jump to life.

Suddenly Dr. Wasko stepped forward, his hand snaking out to stop Dr. Markson’s unrelenting pounding.

“Brad,” he said gently. “Brad!” He raised his voice when he got no response. “Brad! Stop. He’s dead! You have to pronounce him.”

Chloe’s lungs fought to take a breath. She felt as if everyone in the room was afraid to breathe, as absolute quiet settled around them like heavy fog. It seemed even the machines felt the tautness of the moment and had paused their blinking and beeping.

Dr. Wasko inhaled deeply and sighed. “Brad. It’s over. He was an old man. His heart gave out.”

Chloe watched Dr. Markson’s head snap up. His jaw squared angrily and a fist flew through the air. A collective gasp whooshed around the room like liquid swirling in a glass. Chloe’s hand clapped over her mouth in disbelief. Dr. Wasko ducked, but could not avoid the impact of the glancing blow, and his head snapped to the side. Another doctor rushed over to hold Dr. Markson, but just as quickly as he’d ignited, Dr. Markson seemed to calm, and the other man steered clear.

Christ, Brad!” Dr. Wasko shook his head, his eyes narrowing. He held his jaw and tested it. “I’ll let this go. I can see you’re hurting. But, don’t ever do that again. Best friend or not, I’ll kick your ass.” He took a deep breath and pointed to the body on the bed. “Now. Pronounce him!”

Dr. Markson stared angrily, his silence derisive. Chloe could sense his barely leashed fury coupled with profound loss and grief. The emotions emanating from him were terrifying. She briefly wondered if there was more than a patient-doctor relationship.

Dr. Wasko sighed in exasperation, looked at his watch, and then turned to Nurse Wall. “Mr. Barkley is pronounced dead. Time of death four twenty one a.m.” At that, he turned and left the room. It was as though a tight band had snapped. Suddenly gazes darted about, seeking confirmation on what had just been witnessed. No one dared to look in Dr. Markson’s direction. Feet hurried towards the door, making a hasty escape.

“What the fuck happened here?” The deep voice was controlled, but infused with rage. “Who found him?” Dr. Markson addressed Nurse Wall, his tall frame hovering menacingly over her.

Chloe’s back hugged the wall. She felt her stomach plummet to her feet when Nurse Wall’s head swiveled towards her. A pair of intensely blue eyes locked on hers, and Chloe thought she’d faint from the power of that angry gaze. A cold wave blew down her spine, but ironically she could feel sweat bead on her temple and upper lip. Afraid, she pulled her gaze away and jerked it around the room, not surprised by it’s now near emptiness. Everyone had fled, she guessed afraid of Dr. Markson’s wrath.

In two long-legged strides, he was towering over her, his hard gaze zooming in on her face.

“What the fuck happened to my patient?” he growled.

“I…I…don’t know. He was just so confused and agitated tonight! One minute we were talking, and then…then…” Chloe swallowed nervously, but her weepy gaze kept returning to the bed where her dead patient lay.

“I demand an explanation! Now! Let’s go outside.”

Chloe jumped as the deep baritone shot through her like a blazing cannonball. She could clearly see pain in Dr. Markson’s eyes, but her priority was her patient. God! They had just left him there in a mess of tubes and wires and blood. Even his gown was now on the floor! He was naked.

She squared her shoulders and looked into the penetrating gaze that stabbed her, trying to ignore the fissures it made in her composure.

“I’ll talk to you after I take care of Mr. Barkley,” she said shakily and took a step towards the bed.

His large hand shot out to grab her and she jolted as his touch burned her skin. She looked at the long, tapered fingers circling her upper arm, then stared into the bottomless eyes that seemed to be a pathway to hell. Anger settled in, quickly sweeping away her fear. She would not allow him to bully and intimidate her.

“Get your hand off me. Now. And I refuse to talk to you while Mr. Barkley is laying here, dead. I will not disrespect him like this.” Her words sieved through clenched teeth.

She watched air charge through his flared nostrils as his forehead pinched in a flagrant show of disbelief.

Chloe heard her nursing supervisor shuffle up next to them. Peripherally she could see her wringing her hands, her fingers white with anxiety.

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Markson. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s always been a bit of a problem. Chloe, why don’t you step outside with Dr. Markson. I’ll take care of Mr. Barkley’s preparation.”

Chloe’s gaze darted to her supervisor. She could feel the wheels roll over her as she lay sprawled under the bus.

“No. He’s my patient. I want to take care of him. We were…close,” she beseeched the other woman, but could see Nurse Wall’s lips tighten angrily. “There’s no reason why Dr. Markson can’t wait.”

Her supervisor’s face colored angrily. “Listen, Nurse Bennett, when Dr. Markson asks you to do something, you do it! I cannot believe your insubordination!”

Instantly bells started ringing in her head, echoing a warning. He could have her fired in the blink of an eye with just one word to her nursing director, and she desperately needed this job, but now anger and grief overruled common sense. She pursed her lips and turned back to him, noticing he was staring at her. His head swiveled and his gaze roved Mr. Barkley’s body. She saw shadowy grief fill his eyes, and abruptly he dropped his hand from her arm. She inhaled deeply, finally able to breathe again.

“I’ll be out after I’m done,” Chloe informed him firmly.

Nurse Wall’s eyes rounded. “Your behavior is completely outrageous! Who do you think you are? I want you to know we’ll be recommending your discharge!”

Her stomach plummeted, but she pushed back the billowing fear. She did notice that Dr. Markson turned abruptly to Nurse Wall, his eyebrows raised in question. He took a step back and speared his long fingers through his hair, a look of exhaustion blanketing his face.

“I will be waiting in the nurse’s station. And please do not test my patience.”

He turned and stalked from the room, leaving her with her glaring supervisor. Chloe tried to ignore the vehemence leaking from Nurse Wall as she steeled her emotions and focused on the task ahead.

 Dr. Brad Markson paced the small room at the back of the nursing station, his long legs taking him from one side of the confining square to the next in just three determined strides. His fingers forked through his hair for about the tenth time since he’d walked into the room. His back ached and his temples throbbed from the unrelenting pressure bearing down on him. Usually he could shoulder the responsibilities of his position and tackle any obstacle that came at him with an innate skill that others openly admired and awed. But today had been a brutal day, a true test of a man wound so tight he threatened to collapse, and this last devastating blow was crushing his shoulders with its mighty weight.

 He’d been in surgery for the past six hours repairing a major coronary anomaly that other doctors had deemed inoperable. Not a candidate for a heart transplant, the patient’s prognosis had been grave. The young man would have been lucky to last another week without Brad’s intervention. The surgery had been grueling, requiring every measure of his skill and concentration. The cardiac team had all but fallen at his feet as the stuttering heart had jumped to life and the muscle started to pump vigorously as he’d finished the surgery. Brad had come out of the OR on an adrenaline high, full of hope and testosterone, only to hear the news about Mr. Barkley.

Mr. Barkley had been one of the first patients he’d treated with Robotic Coronary Bypass Surgery. That surgery had been a stunning success and had catapulted his career. Other doctors had thought Mr. Barkley’s cardiac muscle too damaged to tolerate the surgery, but Brad had been successful. Mr. Barkley’s supportive family had been greatly appreciative and extensively generous to the hospital in Brad’s honor. He’d quickly developed a close relationship with the family, frequently attending family functions, and he even had several as patients. It had only been in the last year or so that Mr. Barkley’s mental status had started to deteriorate, but he still had a productive life.

Brad ground to an abrupt halt, staring blindly at the wall. What the fuck? Mr. Barkley was supposed to go home tomorrow. What could have happened? How was he going to explain this to his family? He needed answers and that damn nurse told him he had to wait? He never had to wait for anyone! Yet, here he was, pacing a small disheveled room, waiting. He grumbled with annoyance, stemming the urge to march back to the room and drag her out. He could feel his stress simmering hotly below his skin, blistering his composure.

 Brad looked down at his long fingers, frowning deeply when he saw the fine tremors start. Damn! He fished a pill bottle from the pocket of his scrub top, adeptly twisted the top and popped a tiny white oval under his tongue. Feeling the sharp edge of his anger dull slightly, he closed his eyes and sighed wearily. His heart lurched painfully as he thought of his patient’s family, especially Mary. Poor Mary. She was going to be devastated.

. Unable to contain his impatience a moment longer, he took a step towards the door just as it swung open.

“What the hell took you—” Brad’s roaring words crashed abruptly as his gaze landed on the nurse’s face.

 Her countenance was glazed with a sickly pallor and the large hazel eyes that had previously glared defiance at him now studied the floor with a dull dispassion. He pulled his lips thin and turned his gaze from her, surprised by how much her doleful expression moved him. He couldn’t imagine what she’d just had to do. She’d said that she and Mr. Barkley were close. He supposed he should be sympathetic, but he had a difficult time considering anything except the task that lay ahead of him tonight. He’d have to call the family to inform them, then meet with them later in the morning. Just the thought sent crushing pressure sliding down his back-bone. He braced his arms across his chest.

“What happened in there?” His voice came out rougher than he’d intended.

Large, sad eyes hesitantly met his and he ignored the sudden jolt of emotion. “It—it’s as I said. We were talking and then he just coded. He seemed to just stop breathing.”

“Had he complained of anything? Chest pain? Trouble breathing?”

She swung her head back and forth, returning her nervous gaze to her feet. “Nothing. He was just confused.” He watched her forehead crease in a frown. “More tonight than usual. It’s so strange.”

“His mental status tends to fluctuate,” Brad explained. “Did he get all of his medication?”

The nurse nodded.

“On time?” he pressed.

At that, her head shot up and her dull eyes narrowed, filling with a glassy shine. She was obviously offended by his question. He almost smiled as he saw a hint of the defiance he’d witnessed back in his patient’s room.

“Of course on time,” she snapped.

He resumed his pacing, hands clasped behind his back. He shot a quick glance at her. She was still a statue by the door, her glare tracking his progress. “He was supposed to have his beta-blocker increased to fifty milligrams. Did he get the increase in medication?”

Her shoulders squared and her narrow jaw tightened. “That increase was not supposed to occur until tomorrow morning, after he was done with the IV taper. Those were the orders,” she stated archly.

Brad gave a perfunctory nod. She was right. He didn’t know why he felt the need to test her. She’d just been through hell and didn’t deserve his wrath. He sighed and delved his fingers into his hair, absorbing the anger and hatred that radiated like dark fumes from the nurse standing in front of him. Her lips were a slash of indignation and her eyes glazed with loathing. He knew if she had the liberty, she’d toss a few choice words in his direction.

He continued to pace silently while she waited in anticipation of his next question. Truthfully, he had no more questions. She’d told him all he needed to know. He thought back to Larry Wasko’s words. Mr. Barkley was an old man. And although he’d seemed to be doing well, his heart must have failed. Brad just didn’t deal well with losing patients. He had a tremendous respect for life. His job was to preserve it and keep people healthy. It pained him to lose a patient, especially someone he was close to. It wasn’t something that happened often. The tough week and this grueling day were beating at him like heavy fists, leaving dents in his usually solid nerves of steel. He stopped and pivoted towards the nurse, feeling like a jerk for having been so hard on her.

“That will be all.”

 She hesitated, as if wanting to say something, but then turned to leave, no doubt in a hurry to escape him. Brad’s gaze landed on her arm and he frowned.

“You’re hurt. What happened?”

She turned back, her amber eyes wide with confusion, and then she followed his gaze to her forearm.

“Oh, nothing, really.”

 She started to leave again and he strode impatiently towards her. Taking her arm to get a better look, he scrutinized the line of half-moon bruises that marched across her forearm. The flesh was starting to blotch a light purplish-red, and he noticed that some of the skin was broken. He traced a finger pad over the area, registering somewhere in his subconscious the smooth texture of her delicate skin.

“This looks new. Did this happen with Mr. Barkley?”

She jerked her arm away from his grasp, seeming annoyed by the question.

“Yes, but he didn’t mean to. He was just confused.”

“It’s not like him to be combative.”

“He wasn’t combative. Like I said, he seemed more confused tonight.” He watched her eyebrows pull together as she seemed to summon a memory. “He was saying something about leaving the hospital.”

“What was he saying?”

Her pinched forehead showed her clear exasperation with him, but it was his personality to be tenacious, to question everything.

At length, she shook her head. “He said ‘they won’t let me leave here’.”

“Here…as in?”

The nurse shrugged. “I don’t really know. The hospital, I think. He said he wouldn’t be going home. He was just so confused. He was also talking about surfing and falling from his surfboard.”

Brad smiled and noticed her nervous gaze land on his mouth, but then it quickly fluttered away. “He was a big surfer when he was young.”

She nodded, her glance veering eagerly towards the door.

Brad found himself staring at her face. “What’s your name?”


“You may go, Chloe.” He sighed and nodded his chin towards her arm. “Get that looked after.”

The words hadn’t fully left his lips before she was through the door. He stood silent for a moment, staring at the spot she’d occupied then ground the heels of his hands into his eyelids. Damn! He was stressed! He vaguely wondered if he should increase the dose of his medication.

Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he settled for a different option and dialed the familiar number to his current stress reliever.

“One hour. Be naked when I get there!” He snapped his phone shut and headed through the door.

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This was my first Lisa Eugene Novel.  Once I started reading, Surrender My Love, I did not want to put the novel down. The mystery and pull between the hero and heroine had this reader totally engaged. Even though I enjoy romance reads, medical themes are not my normal read. But I have to say that I very much enjoyed this read. Though it is the second book in Eugene’s Washington Memorial Hospital Series, it can be read as a stand-alone. Or as I read it, out of order. The first novel in the series is, Steal My Heart. After reading Surrender My Love, I look forward to making the first book in the series, including Eugene’s Strictly Business my next reads.

In reading, Surrender My Love I encountered several large words. Now, don’t let this discourage you from reading this novel. Luckily my Kindle app has a dictionary function. So all I had to do was touch the word on the screen and it would tell me what the word meant.  Learning new words is one reason I like to read books.  My motto is to , “learn something new each day.” Reading this novel, definitely helped me with this goal.

My mom was going to be a nurse in the early 50’s. However she got married instead, and back then a woman could not be married and be a nurse. She did enjoy reading books in which doctors and nurses where the main characters. So in a way, I felt like I was reliving happy memories while reading this novel. I can totally understand Chloe’s character. I watched my mom look after her own mother when she had dementia. Looking after someone you love with health issues, especially the ones Chloe’s mother and my own grandmother had takes its toll emotionally, physically, and monetarily on the caregiver. It is really heartbreaking and is something never forgotten no matter how much time passes.

All I can say is that the patients at Washington Memorial Hospital sure get good care. I thought it was interesting to read in the novel that Chloe used a flashlight at night to check on the patients. Also that the hall lights dimmed in the evening hours, and that she and Susan checked on their patients every thirty minutes. I have been in the hospital as a patient a few times. I think the hall lights stayed on constant, and the nurses came in a few times, but not every thirty minutes. I am just glad that I usually had someone stay with me when unfortunately in the hospital. As a patient, at least for me, it can be scary at times.

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4.0 Rosebud Writing Rave

Writing was spot on, big words an all. The story-line was engaging, interesting, filled with romance, mystery, and humor (thanks to Bea). Enjoyed the story from start to end. I only wish the end had not been so fast. Wishing it could have been drawn out a little longer. It was like slam, bang, HEA.  As mentioned before, I read this novel first and out of sequence. I reading about the character Nina, I was a bit curious about her husband. Now I know that her story is in, Strictly Business (Amazon). Readers are also briefly introduced to Maggie who is also a nurse at Washington Memorial. Her story is in, Steal My Heart (Amazon). One of my favorite parts of the novel was when our hero and heroine went to visit the professor at his home. Loved all his animals, sounded like my house, the talking to them and everything. However, my dogs have more creative and original names…  🙂

I am looking forward to making these novels my next reads.


4.0 Romance Rave

From the instant the hero and heroine meet there is chemistry. This chemistry only gets hotter as the story goes along. Readers, let this story be a lesson to you, don’t judge a person by their outside, but about their inside… (though being a HOT doctor is a perk!)

Do I recommend this read? YES!!!


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Stolen Hearts 

Author Christy Newton

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Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publication Date: June 6, 2013

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Jewels, deception and adventure…

Twenty-two year old Cammie Adams knows one thing for sure – life isn’t fair. She’s still an emotional wreck from the tragic loss of her parents seven years ago. Right after she gets her PI license she is not only robbed, but abducted, only to find her life was all a lie. When she finds her mother’s diary, she discovers she was only a pawn in her mother’s dangerous game. Now she must get back what is rightfully hers from the man that murdered her mother.

Hot and mysterious, Simon Fisher has really only loved one thing – jewels. This ex-jewel thief, now bodyguard, doesn’t even know what hits him when he rescues Cammie as a favor to her father. Simon must protect her, but soon finds out where there’s trouble, Cammie isn’t far behind. She will not only steal his prized jewel, but his heart.

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The next morning, when the sunlight hit her face, Cammie wondered if the robbery and the letter from her aunt had just been a nightmare. She rubbed her eyes, looked over at the nightstand and saw the letter right where she’d left it. Damn, it was all real. Frowning, she got up and got dressed to run.

After a few quick stretches, she jogged around some small puddles left over from the storm last night. When she rounded a curve, she heard a car coming up close behind. She turned her head to look and saw a black Town Car. The car quickly stopped beside her. An eerie feeling came over her as she reached for her phone. A man wearing a dark suit and sunglasses got out of the car and grabbed her before she could dial. She struggled to free herself from his strong grasp. A needle pricked her neck and the blackness closed in.

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Christy Newton is a hopeless romantic and writes many genres of romance. She just might be the only author out there that doesn’t drink caffeine, but dark chocolate is her must have. She falls in love with each of her heroes and hopes you will too! Christy is the author of the More Than Treasure Series and the Love Again Collection.

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Title: A Perfect Mistake (A Perfect Secret Series, #2)

 Author: Zoe Dawson

 Release date: December 22, 2013

 Publisher: Blue Moon Creative, LLC

Age Group: New Adult

 Genre: Contemporary Romance, Mystery



How can they have a future when their past is based on a lie?

The perfect preacher’s daughter, Verity Fairchild, has something that only she and God know about and she wants to keep it that way. Her mistake was easy to keep secret when she was out of town, but now that she’s come back to Hope Parish for the summer, she comes face-to-face with the guy responsible for it all. Boone Outlaw nearly ruined everything for her and despite the fact that he’s now working at her father’s church, she’s determined to stay as far away from him as possible.

Boone Outlaw doesn’t understand Verity’s anger towards him. He barely knows her. In high school she was Holy Mary Verity and she was off limits – except in his dreams where Verity seems way too real. Most of the time he was wasted in high school, not the type of boy Verity would ever look at twice, but he can’t shake the feeling that something might have happened between them. He’s going to break his own rules to get the answers he needs straight from Verity.

What will Verity do when she finds something in Boone

that she never knew existed and her perfect mistake is the only thing that could stand between them and their happiness? Will she sacrifice Boone to keep her secret?

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 Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic suspense, romantic mystery, urban fantasy and paranormal novels. The words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.

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A Perfect Mistake is the second book in Dawson’s, A Perfect Secret Series. The two books could be read as stand-alone’s, but book 2 may give away a spoiler or two about book 1. Also, certain sayings may pass you by unless you have read book 1, A Perfect Mess and have an idea behind the reference. One good example would be the mention of, Braxton’s  pink frilly apron in book 2. There is a great scene in book 1 where he is wearing said apron. But, that is all I am going to say about that, you will just have to read it to catch my meaning…

A Perfect Mistake, is set in a Louisiana Bayou town. This novel focuses on Verity Fairchild and Boone Outlaw. A Perfect Mess introduces the reader to the three recently graduated ladies and the Outlaw triplet brothers featured in the series.  Verity is the Preacher’s daughter, Boone is one of the Outlaw triplets that has been judged by the town due to his name and a relative of generations past.

So far after reading both novels, I see several similarities. Both novels involve a specific secret(s) between an Outlaw brother and one of the three school chum gals. Social class and standing are issues, The females in the novels seem to be serious, smart, and wanting to change their lives moving beyond Suttontowne, to bigger and brighter futures. While the Outlaw brothers are happy living where they are. Have established lives of their own in the town. In each novel there are car issues, misunderstandings, feelings for someone they feel they shouldn’t, and calling someone they care about, Sugar.

I love the dialect in the novels. I am a southern gal, and love their southern voice creating the scene and telling the story. Instead of sure, they say shore; Geezus for Jesus; and I have no idea where Huckleberry came from, but it is a hoot when they call each other by this name.

The stories in the novels take place over the course of one summer. A Perfect Mess begins the series in May, with, A Perfect Mistake  taking place in June that same summer. There has been mentions of the towns Founding Day event. So I believe that that dear reader is where book 3 will be leading us. To the end of summer and Founder’s Day.

In book 1, A Perfect Mess, readers are introduced to Verity as she is sitting at Braxton Outlaw’s restaurant. It is mentioned several time that she scowls, giving Boone the stink eye all the time. This creates interest and curiosity. Surely did in my case. Made me wonder just why Verity was so sassy when it came to the sight or mention of Boone Outlaw.

How the series begins…

Book 1

A Perfect Mess    

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 A Perfect Mess introduces readers to Aubree Walker. It is in the middle of the night and she is having a recurring dream/nightmare. Her phone rings  and she is told of a family emergency.  Next thing is she is in her way home, 2 hours away from her college. When she reaches home a terrible storms is taking place. And this is where Booker Outlaw is brought into the story.

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Readers soon learn that Booker, along with his triplet brothers, Boone and Braxton have a bad reputation in their town. Aubree is a college student living two hours away from what was her home since the fourth grade. A terrible secret connects Aubree and Boone together. This secret is the reason she does not want to return home, ever.  However, fate had other plans for Aubree and sends her right in the thick of where she did not want to be. Yet, while in her hometown, she will learn that hers is not the only secret to be revealed. But, dear reader, you will just have to read for yourself to see what these secrets are all about.

This was the first novel I have ever read by Author Zoe Dawson. I have to admit it was a nice change from my more adult reads. While reading I even had a craving for Cajun food. I still might venture out to a place close by so I can experience, Boudin sausage. But I am sure it will not be as  good as Braxton’s recipe.

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A Perfect Mess, Ratings


4.0 Rosebuds of Writing Rave

Plot is well laid out and characters are rounded and described to a perfect T. Grammar and flow of the story, and the scenes creating story fall into a flow that have you wanting to know what is around the next page. While it also creates interest and intrigue into what the stories of the rest of the characters could be.

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1.0 Tear-Drop Rave

It was only towards the end when the secrets were being revealed, that my emotions got the best of me and my heart went out to Aubree and Booker. Plus, I have to admit, the one secret revealed was very surprising to me. It was a good surprise, but it was still nothing I was expecting. A real twist in the story.

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3.5 Romance Rave

From the moment in the novel when Aubree and Booker see each other for the first time in nine months readers feel a spark between these characters. Throughout the novel, this spark only grows brighter. The romance is not explicit, but is meaningful and emotional in how it is described and undertaken.

Would I recommend this novel? YES!!  I love the Southerness of it, the sass of the heroine and the emotion filled ending. Plus, I just like the name Aubree for a girl. My husbands grandfather was an Aubrey, and if we ever had a girl I wanted to name her that. He did not share the feeling. So I am glad to see a female Aubree as the heroine of this novel. You go Girl!!!

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                            I have not finished reading, A Perfect Mistake yet.  Verity is a very entertaining character. I love her sass, quick thinking and her feisty attitude toward Boone. Part of the secret Verity holds inside of her is shared with Boone early in the story. However, all is not revealed. Boone has been having a recurring dream for the past months since graduation night, and he says ‘Fuck’ quite a lot.   Verity is confused about her feelings for Boone, is he or is he not the jerk she thought he was after that night. That night that changed her life and created the secret eating away at her soul. So it will be interesting to see how this novel ends and how the secrets make their way through the novels plot.

So far I have found two quotes from the book that I like very much. Let me share them with you.

Women were sure passionate about their flowers, but my guess was that a lot of the beauty in the world came from women. I know my ma sure was one beautiful lady.

– Boone
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I felt her hand in my jeans pocket, and she made a grab for what she thought was the bulge of my keys.“Not the keys,” I said as she grabbed my dick.My still hard dick.“Damn, Boone.”

– Verity

                     Music for Boone and Verity

Verity’s song

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I want to see Verity be BRAVE. To be able to share her secret with Boone. To stand up to her father, be the brave, confidant, and outspoken person she wants to be…

For all the Past glances and for the Future I hope Boone and Verity can have together…

The secrets in the two novels are similar to secrets that any woman could have. The setting of the secrets are written in a way that engages the reader and draws the reader into the story. Making this reviewer only that much curious, as to what River Pearl’s secret must be. For Aubree and Verity’s secrets are pretty big ones.

Whew!!! River Pearl and Brax have it out. Words are slinging faster than Brax’s spatula grilling frog legs at a family BBQ…

Chapter 17 was quite climatic, and a tear jerker (at least for me).

Will Verity’s secrets break her and Boone? What about her relationship with her father?

Like the Heroine, Verity, I also grew up in a religious family. We went to church every Sunday morning, night, and Wed. night too. My daddy read his bible every night before retiring off to bed. Even though he was my father and I loved him we were not very close. It seemed he could talk to my older siblings better than he could me. Seems no matter how young or old you are, it is hard to please our parents. I can feel the emotion and fear running through Verity. I just can’t wait to see how this novel ends…

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Well, I am off to finish, A Perfect Mistake!

And I just finished it. Lordy, my eyes hurt from crying through the last of the novel, Chapter 17 and onward. The ending was so sweet. Know I just want my ‘sugar’ here to cuddle and kiss. Such a good story. Now, sad to see it end. Plus have to wait till May 2014 (4 months) to read Book 3 in the series, Braxton and River Pearl’s story. Hmm, wonder if her founders day project holds the secret to that story? Wonder what Braxton will be ‘cooking’ up?

Here is a recipe from Verity, (and Braxton approved)

Preacher’s Daughter Potato Salad
Makes 4 servings
Prep 30 minutes. Cook 30 minutes. Ready in 2 hours.
4 potatoes
4 eggs
½ stalk of celery, chopped
¼ cup sweet relish
1 clove of garlic, minced
2 tbsps prepared mustard
½ cup mayonnaise
1 tbsp cider vinegar
1 tbsp sugar
1. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add potatoes and cook until tender but still firm, about 15 minutes; drain and chop.
2. Place eggs in a saucepan and cover with cold water. Bring water to a boil; cover, remove from heat, and let eggs stand in hot water for 10 to 12 minutes. Remove from hot water; peel and chop.
3. In a large bowl, combine the potatoes, eggs, celery, sweet relish, garlic, mustard, mayonnaise, cider vinegar, sugar and salt and pepper. Gently mix together.
4. Garnish top with sliced boiled eggs sprinkled with paparika and serve warm.
Try it, see if you like it, I am going to have to get my man-some, handsome cook to make it!!!
4.0 Rosebuds of Writing Raves
Writing was detailed. I felt like I was in the bayou with the characters. Being a past preschool teacher I could feel the excitement of Little Henry and his relationship with Boone. Dawson took us on another frog gigging adventure. But none for me thanks…  I was sucked into the story. The details of Verity’s clothing and Boone’s skill as a landscaper makes these characters pop right out at readers. I felt a kinship to Verity. She was the quiet, shy, preachers daughter. Yep, I was the shy and quiet deacons daughter. This book touched so many of my emotions…
2.5 rating
2.5 Tear-Drops
There were a few tears here and there. I could tell Verity was hurting from keeping her secret inside so long and worried about Boone’s and her Father’s reactions. Yet, it wasn’t till Chapter 17 that the tears streamed constantly down my face. Then especially in Chapter 18 and the Epilogue. I used many a tissue for the end of this novel. Not sad tears, but emotional happy tears for how it all worked out. Sweet, sweet ending to a wonderful read!
4.0 Romance Rave
A Perfect Mistake was one LOVE of a read! Once the Hero and Heroine joined up, their love was hotter than the bayou on the hottest day in the summer. These two just could not keep their hands off one another. Plus you caught Booker and Aubree kissing too…
Yes, this read has more steam than Book 1. Verity and Boone really now how to make each others heart race. Readers, you also may learn a little about Jock Straps while reading this novel 😉



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