Stone Dreaming Woman




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Jenny Weston, daughter of a prominent NYC neurosurgeon, sacrificed everything to graduate from medical school at the top of her class in 1910. Even so, no hospital will hire a woman doctor, and no private practice will let her buy in. She decides to rethink her possibilities by visiting her uncle in rural Ontario.

Sergeant Shane Adair of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police ignores her until he recognizes her healing abilities. Meanwhile, he reminds her of every man who has ever patronized her. It is mutual dislike until, desperate, he asks her to aid a gravely injured boy.

With Shane's help, Jenny joins the local doctor's practice, and a tentative love blossoms. Her world has finally fallen into place--until her father arrives and demands she return to New York. Suddenly she is up against the hardest battle she has ever fought. Will she win? And at what cost?

Rating: Sweet
Page Count: 338
Word Count: 90995
978-1-61217-649-9 Paperback
978-1-61217-650-5 Digital

Excerpt:

Lightning had already started to flicker when she became aware of hoofbeats behind her. She turned and saw Sergeant Adair coming toward her, posting precisely to a high trot. She spent a moment envying him his elegant mount; it did not escape her that his posture was equally elegant. He drew up beside the buckboard.

"Miss Weston? It looks as if we're in for a storm. Would you like me to drive for you?" Jenny, already fed up with years of being patronized by men, saw red.

"It might surprise you, Sergeant Adair, but in spite of the fact that I am a woman I do many things quite well for myself. Driving is one of them."

"At least let me escort you home."

"Thank you, no," she said decisively.

"Forgive me for offering where nothing was necessary..."

"Or welcome," Jenny snapped.

"Good day, Miss Weston." Totally aloof now, Shane touched the brim of his hat and heeled his horse into a high trot again. His use of her name came out somewhere between cool and disdainful. What was worse, for the third time she found herself saying "good day" to his retreating back. Furious, she slapped the old mares with the reins. They tried to come to a choppy trot, but they could not decide which one would be first to change gait.

Just then the sky opened, and immediately on the heels of a violent lightning flash came the ripping crack of a very close strike. Both mares reared, screaming, and in an instant Jenny found herself fighting for control.




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