Welcome to my post for the Forever Sheltered book blitz! I have an excerpt coming up, as well as a giveaway for $50 gift cards. But, first, allow me to introduce the book:
Release date: July 23, 2014
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Series: The Forever Series #3
Tina would rather sew up her girl parts with dental floss than go on a second date with a man. She’s been dumped enough to know not to get attached.
But when Dr. Darion Marks comes into her art therapy room to ask a favor for a special patient, Tina recognizes the haunted look he buries beneath his stoic professionalism. So rather than be forced to ditch the handsome doctor after a single night, she decides not to date him at all.
So how exactly DO they end up half-naked in Surgical Suite B?
Dr. Darion has a lot to hide. His baby sister is the only family he has left, and he’s not leaving her treatment to some incompetent hack.
But now he’s breaking every hospital rule imaginable. He lied about his sister so he can manage her care, and now he’s banging the art therapy teacher between patient rounds like a fraternity boy at a keg party.
Nobody believes this can end well, not Tina’s friend Corabelle, who is overcoming a tragic history much like Tina’s, or even pink-haired Jenny, who thinks sex with strangers is good for your metabolism.
But Dr. Darion and Tina have one thing going for them – a fierce passion for each other that just might obliterate all their doubts, and solve all their problems.
Forever Sheltered includes many favorite characters from Forever Innocent and Forever Loved, as well as the much-anticipated wedding of Gavin and Corabelle.
But when I got to the window of her art therapy room, she was alone inside. Instead of just walking by, I poked my head in. "Got a second?"
Tina stood up from the box of markers she was wiping down. "Sure." She tweaked her ponytails, a gesture that made me smile. When she wasn't all upset, she was damn cute.
The big window made us super visible, so I stood by the door. "I just wanted to see you."
"How is Cynthia?"
"She's stable. Low-grade fever, but nothing like yesterday."
Tina relaxed her clenched hands. "Good, I'm so glad. I was so scared for her."
"We've had worse, actually."
"I don't know how you stay so calm."
I leaned against the door. "That's what we have to do." I wanted to hold her close, pull her into me. I thought about asking her down to the empty surgical suite, but that seemed self-indulgent.
Tina tugged on the bottom of her sweater. She had this bohemian chic look today, a fitted ice blue cable knit over a deliberately wrinkly skirt.
And the stockings, of course. Blue and beige stripes today. I couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing a bra.
"Come here," she said, and headed toward the supply closet.
I glanced back at the window. As soon as I stepped away from the door, I would be visible to passing staffers.
"I won't sully your sterling reputation," she said. "Well, not on purpose."
She opened the door, but the closet was not a walk-in, just a set of shelves.
"I don't think I'll fit," I said, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the open door.
Now I got it. We fit in a triangle of space formed by the corner of the room and the open door. No one could see us now.
I pulled her in tight. For just a moment, I let the stress and fear over Cynthia flow through me. I could feel it, actually allow it to penetrate.
How did families without the resources I had manage this? Even though I could control every aspect of her care, I still felt helpless. So much of how a disease progressed was left completely to chance.
I rested my cheek on Tina's head. She gripped me around the waist, her face buried in my lab coat. Something surged in me, a protectiveness I'd felt for no one but my sister. Damn. She was getting to me.
My finger lifted her chin so she looked up at me. "Can I see you later?" I asked.
She nodded. "Meet me down here when you get free."
I leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth was paradise, soft and pliant. I intended to keep it simple and light, but within seconds I felt hungry for her. I held her head with both hands and pressed her into me, diving between her lips, tasting her, spearmint and coffee.
I felt lost, running my hands along her body. The sweater was soft and textured. I desperately wanted to know about the bra, a little secret to carry with me through the day. I ran my hand across her breast and felt the nipple harden beneath the sweater. None today. I smiled against her mouth.
Just one touch. One brush of her skin. My hand slid down her side and up under the sweater. I bumped across each rib as I moved up her body.
My thumb rested at the base of her breast, rounding the curve. When my palm cupped her, she exhaled against my mouth in a sigh.
Too much. I wanted her so terribly. I had to pull myself away. Get control. I withdrew from her sweater and ran my hand through my hair.
She straightened her clothes. We looked at each other a moment and burst out laughing.
"You're insane, Dr. Marks," she said.
"I just suspected you weren't performing the recommended breast self-exam, Ms. Schwartz," he said. "I have to look after my patients."
She pushed me against the wall and pressed against me. "How about testicular exams? Should we add those in? I'm not very skilled, but I make up for it in enthusiasm."
God. I was rock hard. Thank goodness for the lab coat. "I can't get enough of you," I said.
Tina's expression was soft and easy, a gentle smile. "We'll meet up later."
I pushed away from the wall. "I look forward to it."
She peeked around the door. "All clear." She pushed it back around until it closed. "Thank you for your concern about my mammary health."
"Anything that keeps you proactive." I couldn't stop smiling as I headed for the hall. Then I stopped and turned around. "I might have to send you text messages reminding you of the body parts you should take particular care with, or I will need to examine them."
She sat back down at the table, resuming her marker cleaning. "Then I just might have to tell you which of my body parts should be at the top of the list."
I swallowed hard. I was done for with this one. And the way Cynthia felt about her too - I had never been this involved, ever. And we'd been on one date. One mostly failed date.
I opened the door to head back to my rounds. But I'm pretty sure a big part of me stayed behind.
Up for grabs are two $50 gift cards. Open INT.
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