From passion to pregnancy!
An encounter with Rafael Valentino is brokenhearted Cassandra Larrobeeâs chance to live in the moment. It was supposed to be one night only, but the sinfully hot doc has left her with more than just memories...
Since a heartbreaking decision years ago, Rafe has been determined to remain aloneâbut when heâs sent to work with Cassie he canât resist their reckless kisses! When he discovers Cassieâs shocking surprise, can Rafe let her bring light into his shadowed life...and become a daddy to their baby?
Dear Reader,
Sometimes the past comes back to haunt us in a thousand different ways: the painful decisions weâve made, the difficulties weâve faced...those hard goodbyes we were never quite ready to say. This is exactly the situation epidemiologist Rafael Valentino finds himself in. Until he crosses paths one night with a beautiful neonatologist who challenges every belief he holds. Maybe itâs because Cassie Larrobee has faced her own set of hardshipsâa set of circumstances which threatens to stand in the way of enduring happiness.
I dearly loved these two characters. They made me laugh and cry...and hope.
Thank you for joining Rafe and Cassie as they struggle to overcome emotional barriers that have been many years in the making. And maybeâjust maybeâthis special couple will find love along the way.
I hope you enjoy their journey as much as I loved writing about it. Happy reading!
Love,
Tina Beckett
Three-times Golden Heart® finalist TINA BECKETT learned to pack her suitcases almost before she learned to read. Born to a military family, she has lived in the United States, Puerto Rico, Portugal and Brazil. In addition to travelling, Tina loves to cuddle with her pug, Alex, spend time with her family, and hit the trails on her horse. Learn more about Tina from her website, or âfriendâ her on Facebook.
Books by Tina Beckett
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
Christmas Miracles in Maternity
The Nurseâs Christmas Gift
The Hollywood Hills Clinic
Winning Back His Doctor Bride
Her Playboyâs Secret
Hot Doc from Her Past Playboy Docâs Mistletoe Kiss A Daddy for Her Daughter
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PROLOGUE
THE STRANGER AT the bar was as miserable as she was.
At least, judging from the three empty shot glasses in front of him, he was. He rolled a fourth glass between his thumb and index finger, staring at the amber contents as if looking for something heâd lost.
Kind of like she was. Only she hadnât exactly lost anything. It was more like it had been thrown away. Echoes of her childhood.
You can do this.
Taking a deep breath, Cassandra Larrobee unscrewed the huge rock from the ring finger of her left hand and dropped it into her purse. It was better than drowning it in the storm drain just outside the door but not nearly as satisfying. She should have realized long ago that permanent relationships werenât in the cards for her.
She scrubbed at the indentation left by the ring, hesitating for the barest second, and then walked across the floor of Mad Ronâs, heading for the only available barstoolâthe one right next to the stranger.
Little Heliconiaâs go-to bar, Mad Ronâs was named after its eccentric owner and had been one of Miamiâs most revered liquor joints for many years. It also happened to be the first one sheâd come across during her flight from the scene of the crime.
Her fiancéâs crime.
The loud clink of glasses and raucous laughter provided a much-needed refuge. A sanctuary. And if the man at the bar was willing to raise a glass with her, all the better. It would be a brief visitânot long enough to become attached. âTemporaryâ was a state of being that Cassie knew how to rock. And she could at least blur the memory of what sheâd seen tonight, even if she couldnât blot it out entirely.
After that, she needed to find a new place to live.
She slung her purse over her shoulder as she reached her destination and parked her butt on the tall stool. Ron himself appeared in front of her, puffs of white hair and a pink Hawaiian print shirt making her smile.
Before he could even open his mouth to ask, she said, âIâll have what heâs having.â
Where had that come from?
âSure thing, chica.â As Ron reached behind the bar for a bottle, the strangerâs head swiveled toward her, his fingers still twirling the tiny glass. And those eyes... Straddling the line between brown and predatory, they caught at her, snatching away whatever clever quip sheâd been getting ready to toss his way.
Clever? That was so not a word Cassie would use to describe herself.
Capable? Careful? Cautious?
Yep. Csâall three of them. Only right now she was none of those things.