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Midweek New Fiction!

January 3, 2013

This week I’m pleased to bring you the latest from my colleague Cheryl Wyatt! Her newest title is from Love Inspired, titled Doctor To the Rescue. Sounds like a fun read—so take a peek at the first chapter excerpt that Cheryl included, and don’t miss the recipes at the end! Those Mountain Dew Apple Dumplings […]

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Filed Under: Midweek New Fiction Announcement Tagged With: " Ian called to Kate, " she puffed past savage pain. Ian's assessing eyes quickly roved over her. "How far?" Tremors overtook her. "Maybe nine feet." Did his face just pale? For sure, 2012) • ISBN-13: 9780373877904 Combat doctor Ian Shupe returns home from overseas with his most important mission: to raise his little girl. But Ian's a single dad, a Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence final and #1 and #4 on Harlequin's Top 10 Most-Blogged-About-Books, a Reviewers Choice Award, about 1 cup. For frosting: I package 8 ounce cream cheese softened. ½ cup butter or Margarine softened. 2 tablespoons vanilla extract. 4 cups powdered sugar. Process: In mixing bowl, ABOUT THE BOOK: • Publisher: Love Inspired (Dec 18, abrasive creature she’d experienced for the past few weeks wasn’t the real Ian. *** Ian refused to react to the sting of Bri's nails. She was anxious, according to Caleb, according to Mitch, and her orthopedic surgeon waited not so patiently. But Bri's pleading eyes really got to him. But, and hoped Lisa would get here soon or he'd be faced with abandoning a patient and breaking a battlefield promise to a brother-in-arms. Stress drove him to walk halls. After pacing, and working at Eagle Point's trauma center means having to find child care. When bighearted, bake at 375 for 30 minutes. Serve alone or with vanilla ice cream on top. This is a quick and easy potluck recipe. Enjoy! Southwestern Meatloaf Ingredients: 3 pounds ground chuck or turkey. 1 tall sac, baking soda and salt. Gradually add to the creamed mixture. Stir in bananas. Spread into greased 15inch by 10inch by 1inch baking pan. Bake at 350 for 20-15 minutes until toothpick inserted in center , bandages, be sure to put it on a baking sheet to catch any grease that bubbles over. No oven fires desired. LOL! Enchilada Pie 3 lbs ground chuck or turkey. 1 lb shredded cheddar cheese. Corn tortillas. Salt. P, beat cream cheese, braces and bores the living daylights out of me for his military medic certifications and field practice exams." The humor whispering along Ian's lips in a near smile spread to his eyes now, Bri clutched the gutter. Ominous buckling. No! It ripped free in a spray of rust and screeching metal. Screams tore through her as she plummeted…into a bush. Bri could only gulp. Blink. Moan. She shou, Bri tried to sit up. Kate restrained her. "I'll never make the deadline!" She must mean foreclosure proceedings. Caleb had filled Ian in. Bri's face strained as he studied her. Sensing her struggle, Bri?" "Ladder slid. I f-fell, Bri?" Not until seeing her under fluorescent lighting did he realize how white-blond and silky long her hair was. Blinking swiftly, Bri. The bones aren't aligned, Bri's heart still felt raw after the end of a bad relationship with a verbally abusive boyfriend. Her move from the Chicago suburbs to downstate Illinois had finally given her the long-needed courage , but a mentally unstable mother and a cross-continental war had caused him to be a stranger in his daughter's eyes. Ian's gut clenched. Sweat misted his palms. If he didn't show in court today, but being a doctor wasn't a popularity contest. It meant making hard decisions that sometimes caused pain. He averted his gaze. "Ian, but gentle and thorough. Bri huffed at the physical exam. "Nothing's numb. Or tingly. Or blurry. I didn't hit my head or black out, but he had his own stuff going on. Deadlines from every direction. Work, but Kate was someone Bri was glad to know. Except she aimed a needle at her now. Bri squished her eyes until the worst was over. Eyes open, but nothing was wrong with her eyes. Bri chided herself for noticing the good doctor's bad-boy looks. Not only had military deployments and divorce left him notoriously difficult and brooding, butter and vanilla. Gradually beat in enough powdered sugar to achieve desired consistency. Frost bars. Store in refrigerator. Yields 3-4 dozen., Caleb can't know I'm in surgery. Okay?" Eagle Point Emergency Recipes: Mountain Dew Apple Dumplings Ingredients: 2 apples sliced and cored. 2 sticks butter. 2 cups sugar. 2 tsp cinnamon. 2 cans croiss, cheese, Cheryl Wyatt writes military romance. Her debuts earned RT Top Picks, cinnamon and sugar together then mix and pour mixture over wrapped dumplings. Pour ½ to ¾ can of Mountain Dew around the perimeter and bake at 350 for 45 minutes. For crisper dumplings, close-knit community. The bank had planned to shut down and level the Lan-dis family's grounds, concern and compassion emanated from the tall, corky twigs crackling and biting like spindly wooden teeth. Jagged underbrush snagged her brother's favorite hoodie. Bri pulled it from the branches holding it hostage. Gasp. Pain seared her left arm., cream butter and sugar. Add eggs, dark and imposing anesthesiologist's normally sullen eyes. "What happened, deepening them to a breathtaking blue. They turned serious and probing. "What were you doing on the ladder?" "Renovating the lodge. Replacing eaves." Or attempting to. "By yourself?" Here came the lec, dizziness hit Bri. She fell to her knees and clung to a parking barricade. "She's hurt!" someone yelled across the lot. Bri couldn't be sure who it was. Nausea sent her face between her knees. Rapid f, don't be." Surprise flashed across her face. Tears welling up meant he'd hit a nerve. "Your cabins need to be fixed. I worked construction in college. Let me help." "I don't accept anything for free.", don't move." Ian shirked off his suit coat, dotted with… "Fairy stickers?" He smiled wryly. "My little daughter put them there." The five-year-old he'd been embroiled in custody battles over. Ian would probably freak if he knew how Bri knew abo, dropped to her knees, either." Ian's mouth twitched. Wrestling back a smile? She'd love to see it. She didn't think him capable of glee before now. Bri sighed. "Sorry. Caleb's injury training wears off on me. I'm his study, especially of childhood with Mom. Grief knotted her throat. "Who else do I have?" She bit her lip as Ian's eyebrows rose. But she had valid reasons to grouch. Her ex was a dud, fearing an acrid verbal assault like ones Eric was prone to. But Ian didn't seem fazed. Calmly and gently, fiery leaves and feathers from her hair. "Nest?" "Almost." Kate winked and strode in her usual militant but graceful fashion. How Kate could be runway-model pretty and a black belt was beyond Bri, for now, for the first time since meeting him weeks ago, fourteen cabins and seven bunkhouses. His morning runs around Eagle Point Lake revealed the retreat as a flat horizontal triangle. The main lodge made the point, garnish with lettuce and tomato. Can substitute red meat with chicken or ground turkey for a healthier meal. Can also use flour tortillas rather than corn. Banana Bars Ingredients: ½ cup butter or Mar, had told her that Ian only acted abrasive because he was attracted to Bri in the wake of his unwanted divorce. Gibberish. On the other hand, hasten hemorrhage and put her life at risk. "The break is bad, he had to get to court. He also had to call her brother. If she had complications in surgery or under general anesthesia, he settled Bri on it. His palms became her pillow. His gesture soothed. "Did you land on concrete?" She started to shake her head but stopped when Ian's thumbs pressed against her temples, he wiped his arm with sterile gauze. Perhaps Bri's friends had been right: the craggy, her brother was deployed and a bank breathed ultimatums down her back. Now a broken arm ordeal that she didn't have time for. But it could have been much worse. Lord, her dad a deadbeat, her latching onto him for comfort so easily. Especially since he'd been a total jerk to her for weeks. Not liking the claws of guilt scraping at him, her mom was deceased, his jaw tightened. Probably thought she was an idiot. Ian's warm fingers felt soft yet strong and capable as they examined her elbow. Kate, his only daughter and number one priority. She should have been all along, hurting and stressed, I have a tank top underneath." The world went sideways as they rolled Bri onto a backboard before righting her. Kate texted someone. "I'll try. No guarantees." Ian eased the hoodie off and splinted he, I paged the nurse-anesthetist on call." Ian glanced at his watch. Scratched his jaw. Addressed Kate in low tones. Bri heard mention of her brother's name. Caleb had commissioned Ian to watch over her , Ian accepts. He vows to keep his emotional distance from Bri, Ian adjusted Bri's IV drip and faced Kate, Ian parked his anesthesia cart outside Bri's bay. Regret multiplied. He'd promised Caleb to watch over her. He'd failed. He owed Caleb. Big-time. Ian reentered Bri's room, Ian squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, Ian wasn't being curt and caustic now, Ian. Shoo. Go." Bri hyperventilated at the O.R. doors. Understandable, if desired, if you're worried about losing the lodge, Illinois, in that order. Cook at 350 to 375 for 45 minutes. After cooked, increased anxiety could speed her pulse, intent on righting his wrong. "You hangin' in there, isn't it?" Dread crinkled her forehead. "How soon can I use my arm?" Ian's determination sparked. "Only after it's healed." Bri tensed and licked her lips. "And when will that be?" Inside EPTC, its raven color identical to his black military-style hair. Coat spread on asphalt, jotting Bri's vitals. "She needs antibiotics, Kate and other air force trauma-team members who had yet to join them at EPTC, keeping her neck still. "No. I landed in the waiting arms of a winged eu-onymus." "A what?" Confusion amped up his cuteness. "Big red hedge. More widely known as a burning bush." A congenial nod seeme, lamenting her long hair. She disentangled her blond hair, Lauren and Kate, like a barter?" "That's exactly what I mean. Think about it." The next moments were a flurry of activity as Bri was assessed, lists which included NYT Bestsellers. Sign up for her newsletter for yummy story recipes and other fun stuff exclusive to newsletter subscribers at www.cherylwyatt.com. Cheryl loves interacting with r, making him momentarily forget what he came in here for. Must be lack of sleep from a week's worth of on-call nights. "Dr. Shupe, meant renovating and renting seven cabins by mid-February. Roughly one cabin a week. She'd sold the daycare she owned in Chicago and moved home to make it happen. Now days from Christmas, meat, medicated, mild is best in my opinion. Sprinkle layer of shredded cheddar cheese next. Use about half your cheese. Start the layering process over in lasagna fashion. Tortillas, Mitch, Mitch's stateside endeavor. "Why would I need an anesthes—that thing?" Bri swallowed. Ian glanced down, my list of stupid things is twice as long as yours. Kate's is triple." Kate snorted from the corner of the room and stepped out. Bri's face sobered. "Seriously, my nurse anesthetist." Ian couldn't miss this court hearing. Yet he couldn't leave Bri. Her condition could skid off a cliff without warning. Eighty percent of people falling from heights of eleven fe, no socializing and definitely no dating. Lisa rushed up, not caring if she resembled a maniac. Eagle Point Trauma Center came into view over a leafy hill. She'd never been so glad to see a modern facility nestled against rustic Eagle Point Lake, onions, overseas during combat surgeries. "Didn't realize you could do all that being an anest—that." Ian's mouth thinned into another smirk. Kate leaned toward his ear. "Since your final custody hearing's in, overseas while deployed with Mitch, pepper & garlic to taste. 1-2 eggs. 1 small can tomato sauce. 1 small can green chilies diced. Mix together and shape like bread loaf or leave flat in baking pan. Cook at 350-375 for 45 minutes. R, pepper and garlic. Finely chop 1 large onion. Drain meat grease off after cooked. Layer 6 yellow corn tortillas or white corn in 9 by 13 pan in two rows of three. Add a layer of meat, please don't let me need surgery. Ian's inexplicable rudeness since she'd moved back here proved she wouldn't be his first choice in a patient. Her new friends, plus helping set up a second trauma crew so EPTC didn't lose vital funding. Then there was Tia, plus training, primped with surgical garb and prepped. Ian smiled at her. Her vitals had calmed after he'd proposed the barter. It could work. He'd just have to be brutal with his time, prodded, questioned, resisting the urge to rest a calming hand on hers. "In case the need arises to surgically repair your arm." She had no clue that could be the least of her worries. Part of his job, right?" Ian's vague expression did not make her feel good. Lord, Saltine-type. 1 large onion. Salt, sauce, scenic trails and seriously fun caves. The serene landscape of Bri's childhood home calmed her against the mind-bending pain gnawing her arm. Halfway to EPTC, seven cabins on either side angled out in two lines and bunkhouses formed a bottom line opposite the lodge. "Bri, she aimed her pretty cornflower-blue eyes up at him, she answered. "Hey, she brandished a pair of bandage scissors. "Don't cut my hoodie! It's Caleb's keepsake. Please, she clawed at the eaves of her run-down lake lodge, she might also lose the memories, she realized she'd not only grabbed Ian's arm but left crescent marks. Bri recoiled, she risked losing the last thing her late mother loved—the lodge Bri had inherited and promised to save. No way could she afford contractors. Her teeth chattered. "Where's my stupid phone?" She needed, she thought. Caleb was overseas on army medic duty instead of here at home in Eagle Point, since, since they were nurses on Ian's trauma team. Plus Lauren's fiance, since you're an anesthest—however you say it. I won't need one of those, skidded in, so her actions were understandable. Odd, so surgery is a must." Ian knew that could double her recovery time and triple her chances of losing the lodge. Compassion for Bri and Caleb washed over Ian. They had just lost their mom and were abou, sour cream and vanilla. Combine flour, stately risen bluffs, struggling lodge owner Bri Landis offers babysitting in exchange for construction work, tags, thank you for cushioning my fall. "Who's on call?" Bri instantly regretted her words. "You're obviously off duty and not who'd take care of me, that could put him in jeopardy with the judge who would decide Tia's fate and their future as a family. He eyed his watch, the bustling pulse of the rustic, the center's surgical nurse, the girls had to be in the know, their mom died in surgery. Ian brushed fingers along Bri's hand. She clutched him in a death grip. "Please don't tell Caleb I broke my arm. I'm scared it'll distract him in combat. I can't lose anothe, then dashed back toward the trauma center. "C-collar, then faced Bri again. Broad shoulders and impressive arms obviously well acquainted with a gym flexed and bunched as he maneuvered closer, then stepped out. Simple gesture. Sincere. Yet it seemed to make her want to cry more. He wished he could help, then struggled to get upright amid a sharp sea of scarlet. Sweat beaded her forehead despite late-December's chill. Her untimely ladder escapade put a painfully ironic twist on this being the last day, they wheeled Bri into a trauma bay. "Depends on if soft tissue is involved or just bone. Six weeks minimum." "Six week—" Choked on the words, they'd need directives from family. She'd be mad, though, too, took one look at Bri's injured arm and gave Ian a pointed look. He nodded once. "Already saw it. Get a gurney and splints." "Will do." Kate flashed Bri a strength-infusing smile, training his eyes on her. His firm strength and sure demeanor erased her fears and convinced her that despite his terse reputation she was in good hands. "Where do you hurt most?" "My left forearm. Bu, trauma labs, tying her mask. "I'm here, understanding her brother Caleb's caution to never climb alone. Heart thumping, use about half of it. Then sprinkle on half the diced onion. Pour two cans of enchilada sauce over that. Old El Paso red, wanna start this way? Ian needs to cut out and we have an incoming ladder mishap. Yeah. Lodge owner next door." "Lisa, was Ian's best friend and lead trauma surgeon on the team. Ian suddenly flashed a penlight at her eyes, was to keep her clueless. If she were bleeding internally, what stripped my common sense today?" "Could be the ominous bank notices you've been getting recently." She stared long and hard at him. "You know about that?" He nodded. Bri lost the battle holding i, what turned me too stupid to heed Caleb's warning?" He wanted to chuckle. "It's Ian. And trust me, which included the main lodge, which meant no entertaining, who was so tall her heels almost hung off the end. Kate's cell chimed. Without missing steps, witnessing Bri make friends with her favorite shrub. Now the shrub was squished and she was sprawled in it, X-rays and CTs stat." Kate nodded. They effortlessly hefted the backboard to the gurney and push-ran Bri, yet can't deny that his daughter is blossoming under her tender care. But is he ready to believe that his heart's deepest prayer may finally be answered? Eagle Point Emergency Series: Saving lives—and, you okay?" Her bad day just got worse. Bri blinked up into the stunning aqua eyes of the absolute last person she wanted seeing her in this state. Dr. Ian Shupe. Yet

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