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After losing his kid-brother to consumption, Dr. Michael Jones is obsessed with saving lives. He has no room for love or a wife. But the nights are lonely, and Eden haunts his dreams.
When Eden becomes his backdoor neighbor, she turns his world upside-down with her unconventional healing skills and sweet temptations. Then outlaws return, forcing Michael to confront his past if he is to save the most precious life of all.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Eden Meets Michael
Her voice was a breath, a sigh, and far too husky for her own good. Michael rolled to his side in the hay of the stall and drew his knees to his chest, pretending not to hear.
An uncertain scrabbling followed. A horse stomped; another nickered.
"Mister?" the young woman whispered again, more insistently this time.
He cracked open a swollen eye. On a line with his chin, he glimpsed dusty boot toes, a touch of lace, and the thrice-turned hem of a faded green skirt.
The skirt moved closer. "Um... are you hurt?"
"Doesn't matter," he snapped.
Those contrary skirts billowed about twelve inches from his nose. "You don't look so good."
"Yeah, well, I had a rough day."
"Were you in a fight?"
"More like a massacre," he muttered. Hoss was lucky he had any teeth left.
Michael forced his eyes back open. She was kneeling beside him now. She appeared to be about 17.
"Why are you still here?"
His growl didn't have the desired effect. She leaned over him, a gleaming strand of auburn curling over the swell of her bodice.
"It's raining. I can't leave the stable ‘til storm's over." She sounded apologetic. "Besides, you saved me and my horse."
Great. Now he had a babe in bloomers batting eyes at him, thinking he was some kind of hero.
"I always stable Valentine during storms," she prattled on. "He's afraid of thunder."
"Well, I'm not. Go away."
Her palm, smelling faintly of leather, hovered, trembled, then resolutely touched his brow. He wondered if she was ornery or just hard of hearing. When she reached for his ribcage, he flinched and grabbed her wrist. "What the hell are you doing?"
She blinked at him. Green eyes, he noted fleetingly. Curious and innocent.
"Seeing what hurts."
"You don't listen so good."
"Oh. Did you already tell me?"
"Look." He struggled to sit again. "I'm a bad man. An evil man. And if you don't get away from me, you're going to regret it."
"Papa says there's no such thing as evil men. Just frightened ones."
Michael ran an exasperated hand through his hair, found a tender spot, and winced. His head hurt. Every blasted inch of his body hurt.
She sat back on her heels. "Wait here."
Suspiciously, he watched her rise and turn. Russet ringlets cascaded down her sleek little spine; hair ribbons bounced against her shoulders. She had enough patches on her skirt to quilt a blanket; still, she didn't have the manner of a cracker. And her accent wasn't southern white trash, either. He wondered fleetingly where she came from. Not this Tennessee border town, that was certain.
He started. Had he dozed? She was standing above him again. He heard a snap; something woolly and musty fluttered over his head. The next thing he knew, she was kneeling, tucking a horse blanket around him.
"You don't want to catch your death of cold," she explained.
He might have laughed if he weren't so certain the pain wouldn't be worth the attempt. He didn't give a damn about his own health. Living didn't have much appeal to a physician who was a failure.
To the best of his ability, he screwed his features into a frightening expression. "I told you to go away."
"You didn't mean it." She dipped the hem of her apron in the bucket of water.
"The hell I didn't."
"Talking Raven told me sick people always say things they don't mean."
"Ow!" He jerked away as she dabbed at the gash above his eyebrow.
"It wouldn't hurt," she retorted matter-of-factly, "if you'd stop fussing."
"God almighty. When was the last time you had a spanking?"
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