Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing - Bliss
Date of Publication: September 9, 2013
Number of pages: 192
Cover Artist: Jessica Cantor
The only thing they agree on is the sultry heat between them
Nothing’s more important to Paige Ellerbee than her struggling bakery, Sweet Bee’s. When Lane Anderson, the temporary new doctor hot enough to rival McDreamy, moves in next door, though, she’s sure things are looking up. Until he threatens her business in their first conversation.
Lane just wants to practice medicine responsibly—not argue with the flighty bakery owner next door. But when he finds himself traveling down to the Caribbean to play guitar for Paige’s best friend’s wedding, suddenly the sight of the blonde in a bikini eclipses the fact they can’t agree on anything. And as their vacation romance grows, his reservations about starting something after getting burned by love are washed away like sand on the beach.
But once Paige and Lane land back home, will these polar opposites be able to forgive their feud and find lasting love?
Paige leaned closer to the window to get a better view, and that’s exactly what she got. One look at the new doctor and her stomach flipped like a pineapple upside-down cake. Tall and lean, with a tousle of brown curls, Dr. Anderson strode casually up the sidewalk, dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a worn leather
As he talked on his phone, an easy smile lit his angular face, and Paige would swear she saw twin dimples, but she couldn’t be sure from this distance. What she could be sure of was that a TV set somewhere was missing an extremely hot doctor. A hot, married doctor.
Paige glanced at her watch. “I need to head back next door. You got a full day of appointments today?” she asked her dad hopefully. If only the men in Maple Creek had more hair, or if what little they had left grew faster. There was no way the barbershop could stay open if business didn’t pick up for her dad.
He smiled and nodded. “About the same. Probably get some walk-ins, too.”
“Until then—” Grinning, she wagged her finger at him and the mayor. “You guys go easy on the gossip, okay?” She headed into the storeroom and was nearly to the back door when the bell on the front door chimed.
“Mornin’,” a man said with a rich, sexy drawl that stopped Paige in her tracks and drew her back into the shadows just beyond the main area of the shop. The new doctor stood up front with her dad and the mayor.
“I’m Lane Anderson—the guy filling in for Dr. Hartley.” He tipped his head in the direction of the doctor’s office.
Mayor Warren chewed cautiously as Paige’s dad set his coffee on the table next to his half-eaten muffin and stood. “I’m Tom Ellerbee.” He shook the doctor’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
The pleasure was all Paige’s. Married or not, the hot doctor was the tastiest eye candy she’d seen in way too long.
“My uncle says you give a mean haircut, but I’m just lookin’ for a trim,” Dr. Anderson said. “How about noon tomorrow?”
Paige’s dad was nearly six feet, but he still had to look up at the doctor. “That’ll work.”
Dr. Anderson nodded and turned his attention to what was left of the muffin in Mayor Warren’s hand. “Those muffins smell delicious.”
“Sweet Bee’s muffins are the best you’ve ever tasted,” Mayor Warren said, and Paige grinned proudly even though they couldn’t see her. “And they keep us healthy, too.”
Dr. Anderson looked at him skeptically.
Mayor Warren stood, his spine straighter than usual. “There’s magic in them.”
Paige’s dad nodded. “You’ll see.”
Dr. Anderson glanced cautiously from one of them to the other as if he wondered what planet he’d landed on. “I’m sure there are lots of things keeping you two gentlemen healthy—diet; medications, maybe; exercise; even good genes. But I haven’t seen a lot of documented clinical evidence about the health benefits of magic muffins.” He shook his head and smiled, seeming to find some humor in what he’d said.
Paige’s stomach clenched as her dad and the mayor stared flatly at Dr. Anderson. How dare he waltz in and question the benefits of her recipes or the magic people believed was in them? She stepped out of the shadows and into the main area of the shop, hands on her hips, her chin tipped up stubbornly.
All three men turned to her, wide-eyed.
Leveling a sharp gaze at Dr. Anderson, she said, “If that’s the case, doctor, then it seems to me you’d be wise not to comment on things you know nothing about.” Paige shot him her nastiest stink-eye, turned on her heel, and left.
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Award-winning author Tracy March writes romantic thrillers influenced by her career in the pharmaceutical field, and her interest in science and politics. She also writes lighthearted romances inspired by her real-life happily ever after.
Always up for travel and adventure, Tracy has flown in a stunt plane, snowmobiled on the Continental Divide, ziplined in the Swiss Alps, and been chased by a bull in the mountains of St. Lucia. She loves Nationals baseball, Saturday date nights, and Dairy Queen Blizzards—and rarely goes a day without Diet Coke and Cheez-Its.
Tracy lives in Yorktown, Virginia, with her superhero husband who works for NASA. They recently spent two years living in Washington D.C., and enjoy visiting often—especially when the Nats are in town.