ABOUT THE BOOK
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.
AN EXCERPT
White Lightning
Grimacing at the sunbeams bouncing so cheerfully off the mirror, Eden sat before the vanity in her aunt's guest room and gazed in resignation at the hollows ringing her eyes. She hadn't slept well the night before. Sera's squeals of triumph had echoed too loudly through her dreams:
"I knew Michael liked you. I just knew it!"
Michael liked her, all right. But Eden wasn't sure that was a good thing. How could she possibly tell Sera that the brother she so admired didn't hug... well... chastely? That the preacher's boy whom she thought preferred cherry pies to carnal pleasures kissed like white lightning, not melted butter?
"I'm cold. I'm callous. And I have no intention of changing."
Honestly. Could any man have sputtered a more bald-faced lie?
Eden raised wistful fingers, cupping her cheek. She wished she could recreate the branding sensation, the uncompromising possession of his hands on her skin. Even if she could have convinced herself that Michael didn't feel one solitary spark of emotion, she'd be in the minority. Sera didn't think he was callous. Aunt Claudia didn't think he was cold. And Bonnie clearly thought he was the hottest prospect in town. So why did Michael purport such rubbish? To drive away marriage-minded women who annoyed him?
Eden raised her chin. As much as it hurt, she supposed Michael now placed her in the wedding bell-chasing category. Never mind that he'd kissed her until she saw stars, not the other way around.
She bit her lip, partly to coax some color into her face, partly to distract herself from unmaidenly frustration. Michael wanted her to avoid him, and he'd been willing to play the cad to drive his point home. But why? Why would he go to such lengths to repel a woman who, frankly, had never even considered herself of interest to him until his kiss?
His kiss.
She sighed, propping her chin in her hand. All her life, she'd longed to be kissed that way, not shyly or piously, but hungrily, wildly, passionately. In her most romantic fantasies, she'd yearned for a man who would make her heart pound and her knees quake. A man who could kindle her senses and ignite her soul. A man who was giving enough, strong enough, spirited enough to love.
And Michael was such a man.
Only, Michael didn't want her.
At least, not in the marriage sense.
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