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Another Chance At Love
Rosie Graham
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
No sooner does Dr. Chloe Semple buy her dream practice, than Dr. Max Carmody, the rightful heir—and thought to be dead—turns up out of the blue.

Initially set for battle with Max, instead she falls in love with him. Sometimes he seems to care for her too, yet at crucial moments he draws back.

Why? What is he hiding?

BOOK EXCERPTS
She smiled. In the face of Dr. Carmody’s grief, she felt guilty at feeling so happy here in Golden Bay--with its strange healing qualities seeping into her soul. It seemed obscene to display her happy face to him while he was so sad.

She strolled over the road and the grassy verge and sat down on the still warm sand. She knew now her determination to return to Golden Bay was right. Here she would devote her life to her work. Work was real, dependable; love was a mirage and not to be relied upon. She didn’t intend to dwell on it but get on with her life--here.

Max had obviously been loved but he had still left. This she couldn’t understand. If she’d had love like that she wouldn’t have gone away.

She did remember how it felt to be loved--and to lose it. Digging her hand into the beach beside her and letting the sands of time run backwards through her fingers, she thought of her grandmother and the blissful year she’d basked in her love, when she was nine. Then her grandmother had died.

She remembered, too, her intense enjoyment of living by the sea with its ever-changing moods and colours; the blues of its calm, glassy, sparkling surface, the ruffled white caps, then darkening greys and angry waves of a storm; the feel of the hot, golden sand between her toes, the excitement of finding delicate shells; the smell of the fantastic shapes of seaweed from deep in the ocean’s garden; the taste of salt when she licked her lips.

A longing for all this had brought her back. Her gaze wandered around to the far end of the beach some thirty kilometres away, where her grandmother’s house had been. When she had the time, she’d search for it.

A peace settled on her that she knew no other place on earth could give her. She’d been happy here once and she’d come back with a fierce determination in her single-minded way to reclaim that happiness. She knew she was silly to set such store by this one place, but there it was.

Idly picking up limpets and cockleshells and cat’s-eyes, she arranged them in a circle while thinking how fortunate she’d been to be able to buy one of the two practices here. Well, it was nearly hers; it was all signed up and would be handed over in two weeks. The other practice in town certainly wasn’t for sale, and wouldn’t be either. She knew Tom Jenkins, the other GP, was dug in with a young family and loving it in Matarae. She couldn’t set up yet another practice; Matarae was too small to support a third.

She heard a car pull up behind her. She didn’t turn around, hoping the car would drive away again and she could prolong her reverie. But, no. Someone got out, the door slammed and the car drove away.

"Damn,” she said out loud, "a patient, I guess.” Her mobile phone was in her pocket and nobody had rung. She glanced at her watch. Nine-fifteen. She stuffed the prettiest limpet in her pocket to join the growing collection on her dressing table. Better go.

She rose reluctantly, turned and walked across the road and through the wicket gate. No one was at the door. Perhaps Dr. Carmody had let whoever it was in. There was no one in the waiting room or the surgery either. She had a sudden fear that Dr. Carmody had taken ill and, not wanting to bother her, had rung Tom Jenkins. But why wasn’t his car outside?

A burglar perhaps? Oh, my God, the poor old man doesn’t need that. There was an ominous silence. Something was wrong.

With rising panic, she rushed up the hall to his study where she’d left him an hour ago. Wrenching the door handle, she stumbled inside and stopped dead.

AUTHOR BIO
Rose lives at the bottom of the South Island of New Zealand with her husband. Their children have left home now, but the days are full with gardening, music, photography and, of course, writing. Walking on the beach or swimming in the hot salt water pool, both two minutes walk down the hill, keep the illusion of fitness.

In her other life she was a doctor. Now she enjoys reminiscing. An incurable romantic, she delights in the opportunity to combine both in her medical romances.


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1597059439
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597059435
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 226



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