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Be Still, My Heart [MultiFormat]
eBook by Carol McPhee
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Dietitian Andrea Martin believes her heart disease and the law suit behind her are no one's business when she starts her new job. When Chief of Cardiac Services, Dr. Braeden Landry finds Andrea cozying up to his patients, sparks fly. He doesn't need another lawsuit filed by irate family members.
eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.5 MB], eReader (PDB) [339 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [334 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [293 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [293 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [322 KB], hiebook (KML) [716 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [399 KB], iSilo (PDB) [274 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [342 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [396 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [424 KB]
Words: 99735
Reading time: 284-398 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59088-369-1
 
"Dietitian Andrea Martin has a special connection with the cardiac patients in the hospital where she works. She believes in living life to the fullest, without regard for time. Dr. Braeden Landry is an overworked but brilliant heart surgeon who has forgotten that life is meant to be lived, and not simply saved. Andrea helps Braeden reconnect with his patients and shows him he needs to live life too, while Braeden gives Andrea her heart's desire. With vivid descriptions, well-drawn characters, and touching plot twists, Carol McPhee brings this romance to a happily-ever-after that is as real as it is satisfying."--Paula Altenburg, President, Romance Writers of Atlantic Canada
Andrea drifted off to sleep only to wake when the wind whistled through the trees followed by ice pellets hurling against the window. Somewhere a loose shutter banged noisily against the cabin wall. The racket ruined her attempt to be brave. With the tin roof magnifying the sleet's pandemonium, her courage abandoned her. Enough of this! She leaped out of bed and fled to Braeden's bedroom. To her relief, his door wasn't locked. Without pause, she dashed straight to his bed.
In a flash of lightning, she saw his eyes widen. She probably looked like an apparition coming to claim his soul.
"That's some nightgown," he murmured and lifted the edge of his sleeping bag, moving back to give her room. She backed in, angling her back as close to him as she could.
The roar of the storm blocked out her moan of satisfaction when he wrapped his arms around her, cocooning her to his bare chest. His breath warmed the back of her neck; his leg slipped over her thigh. Instead of rebelling from the imprisonment, her fingertips brushed and circled in the soft hair on his leg. Large fingers entwined with hers, clenching tightly.
Braeden sniffed her hair, then buried his mouth in the tresses. She turned her face in his direction and he boosted himself on his elbow to hover above her. He rained tender kisses down a path from her temple to her chin. His mouth shifted in one nuzzling movement to her lips.
Andrea responded by turning onto her back and pulled him over her. Her mouth parted and allowed him to deepen his kiss. Her arms circled his neck. She curled her fingers into his hair as if she were playing a harp ... delicately harmonizing her desire with his. The willingness she offered discarded her pride, leaving her defenseless--a victim of her desire.
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