by Susan Sands
Publication Date: October 26, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Holiday
Photographer Rachel Prudhomme has finally settled in Ministry, Alabama. Sure, the pace is slower, and she’s had her heart blessed more times than she can count, but putting down her roots where her family is feels right, if only the town’s new doctor, and now neighbor, weren’t so hot and constantly igniting her dreams. How can she keep her vow to steer clear of men when he keeps sauntering across her path?
About Susan Sands
I grew up in Northwest Louisiana, but have strong Cajun roots (Southern Louisiana) on both sides of my family. I live in the Atlanta suburbs with my dentist husband and near-adult children, plus a few furry creatures.
I love to cook and I adore food. I play tennis, but don’t exercise nearly enough. I write Southern romantic women’s fiction. It’s a rare day when I run short of words. I’m a member of the Atlanta Writer’s Club, Georgia Romance Writers, and Romance Writers of America. I’m represented by Erin Niumata at Folio Literary Management.
I visit book clubs, bookstores, libraries, and literary festivals whenever I’m invited! I love to connect with readers!
Nick’s current challenge was convincing Sally Jo Jordan that indeed she did not have skin cancer.
“But I looked on that medical website online and it showed a mole that looked just like this one.” She unbuttoned her blouse to expose ample cleavage in a very sexy black lace push-up bra. And yes, there was a mole. “Momma says it’s my beauty mark, but I’m worried about skin cancer, you know?”
“I know the Internet can be a scary place when it comes to researching medical conditions. This mole is what we call a benign neoplasm, which means it shows no signs of being cancerous. It’s perfectly round and symmetrical, with regular borders. It’s not terribly dark in color, and shows no signs of flaking, oozing, or bleeding.”
Sally Jo blinked at him, showing no real sign of comprehension. “So, I don’t have cancer? Are you sure you don’t want to have a closer look?” She shoved her chest closer.
He wore a pair of lighted, magnified glasses, or loupes, to get a good look at the not-at-all suspicious brown mole, which basically put his face in her bosom. Nick now pushed the loupes from his eyes down, and around his neck. “You can button your blouse now. If you still have concerns, I can give you a referral to see a dermatologist,” he said.
Just then, his eyes met Nurse Georgie’s and she was clearly holding in her hysterical laughter with every ounce of control she possessed—just barely.
“Have you eaten the casserole I sent?” Sally Jo asked, completely changing the subject.
“Um, I’m having it for dinner this evening. Thanks for the welcome.” He didn’t mention that he was sharing it with Rachel.
“I’ve been waiting to hear from you.” She wore a pout on her full lips, her blouse still open.
He turned away and made a point of noting something in her chart instead of continuing to peer at the woman’s near- naked chest. “It’s been pretty busy since I started here, but I do appreciate your kindness. It helps not having to cook.”
“You’ll let me know how you like it, won’t you? It’s my granny’s recipe,” Sally Jo said.
“Um, sure. I’ll return your dish as soon as I finish with it.”
“My number’s on the bottom of the dish. Don’t break it. Granny’s had that dish since she got it with Green Stamps when her and Granddaddy got married. So, it’s special, you know.”
Sands, Susan. Christmas, Alabama (Alabama series Book 4) (Kindle Locations 976-980). Tule Publishing. Kindle Edition.