(MSRP: 5.5000)
When Dr Michelle Benoit abandoned her cardiac surgical residency five years ago, she swore she'd never again become emotionally involved with patient or fall in love with a man who was all charm and no heart. But now her research career depends on the cooperation of the lover she left behind -- the exciting surgeon who wants her back in the operating room…and his life.
Dr Kyle Richards never gives up where his patients or his career is concerned. Focused on medical challenges, he ignores the emotional side of life -- until he agrees to help with Michelle's research study. Working side by side with her reminds him how much he's missing. He's willing to rekindle their romance, but she wants more than a short-term affair. To keep her from walking away again, he'll have to admit how much he cares. Can he buck the past and fight to keep her by his side? And what will it take to prove that he's always loved her?
(214 pages) Spicy
Excerpt:
“Dr. Richards,” Michelle said to the back of Kyle's well-washed scrubs, “I need to talk to you.” The worn blue fabric did nothing to hide his fabulous athletic physique. Or the clench of his shoulders before he turned to face her.
Her stomach tightened. After almost five years, he could still grab her with his devil-may-care good looks. But he certainly didn't seem happy to see her.
“Well, what do you know? Michelle Benoit.” Wild mahogany hair held in check by his trademark Billabong bandana, Kyle flashed a lopsided grin that didn't match the wariness in his gray eyes. “How'd you sneak under my guard?”
With a glance at her feet, he leaned closer. “Nice shoes, by the way. Not what I'd wear to a trauma code, but you always did march to your own drummer.”
A hot wave of indignation swept up Michelle's neck. “You knew it was me in there the whole time?”
“Nope. Just on my way out.” He peered around her and didn't meet her accusing glare. “Those gorgeous blue eyes gave you away. Excuse me.”
He joined the trauma cart as it swept by and left Michelle to finish her conversation with herself. As if.
“Kyle, we're scheduled to meet today.”
He held the elevator doors open as his colleagues maneuvered the patient inside. “Plans change, Michelle, as you know.” His look held heavy insinuation, sharp with reflections of the past.
“But I have to wonder what I did to deserve the attention of the great Dr. Benoit.” He swung inside the elevator next to the gurney. “The promising surgeon who abandoned her residency for a plush research job.” His eyes narrowed as he cocked his head. “Tell me, Doctor. Is it true...”
The elevator doors slid between them.
“...that doctors who can't, do research?”
