The lazy days of summer are here. That means we have more time to read a good book.
I know you'll want to add Diagnosis Love, by Martha Rogers to your list.
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My latest release, Diagnosis Love is a novella in the collection Romancing the Doctor. I so enjoyed writing this book and getting the deputy and the doctor together. Below is an excerpt from the novel. I hope you will enjoy it.
Libby had heard tales about wild cowboys and shoot-outs, and she hoped she wouldn’t have to face much of that here. At half-past two in the afternoon on a hot, summer’s day the streets bore little traffic and few people going about their chores. She didn’t blame people for staying inside because that’s where she’d be if given the choice.
They passed the sheriff’s office where two men, both wearing badges, sat inside at a desk. The mayor waved and greeted them as he guided her past the open door.
“Good afternoon, Sheriff Turner, Deputy Lofton.”
Libby had only a glimpse, but the deputy grinned at her in the most disarming way. Heat filled her already warm cheeks. In that brief moment she noted his dark hair, square jaw, and handsome tanned face. With a jerk of her head, she turned to view the street again. Her job in this town left no time or place for a man in her life.
The mayor’s voice yanked her back from those thoughts, which she shouldn’t have in the first place. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I said my wife is looking forward to meeting you. In fact, she’s quite excited about it. You’ll be staying with us tonight and then tomorrow you can move things into your living quarters above the clinic.”
“That is so kind of you both, and I look forward to meeting Mrs. Bradford.” She glanced around. “Um, do you have a newspaper and a telegraph office?” Two other things she’d forgotten about. She had been in such a rush to get away from Indiana that she completely forgot the basics she’d need. That would have to change immediately.
“Yes, to both. The telegraph office is at the train station, and the newspaper is over there across the street.”
Libby followed the direction of his hand and found the green and black lettered sign for the Cactus Creek Chronicle. At least she’d be able to keep up with a little of the outside world, or maybe not if they printed only the town news.
“Here we are, the Cactus Creek Infirmary at your disposal.” He reached into his pocket to extract the key to unlock the door.
Libby stepped through the double-glass paned opening and gasped. Dust particles whirled through the air in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and the doorway. A thicker layer of dust covered the wooden floor, and sheets covered some of the larger pieces of equipment. Other items littered the floor, and she could swear mice skittered toward the back room.
“Oh, my, I . . . I hadn’t expected so much dirt and mess.” This would take hours of scrubbing and cleaning before it would meet the standards she deemed necessary for an infirmary. What had she gotten herself into?
Martha, thanks for that tease.This will be a great summer read.
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