The Makeover Prescription
REVIVING THE DOCTOR'S LOVE LIFE Neurosurgeon Julia Fitzgerald graduated from school at fourteen, whizzed through med school and even became a successful navy captain. Alas, when the subject is romance, she's a dunce. No textbooks can help her find a date or understand what men really want.When handsome contractor Kane Chatterson begins renovating Julia's house, she finds him…distracting. Is it his strong, tanned forearms? His quiet, confident manner? Mr Sexy doesn't have any of the qualities Julia believes she needs in a man. But when he offers to help her find the perfect date, she reluctantly agrees. And as Julia gets the feel of the fine art of love, she realises that Kane’s exactly what the doctor ordered…
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Reviving The Doctorâs Love Life
Neurosurgeon Julia Fitzgerald graduated high school at fourteen, whizzed through med school and even became a successful navy captain. Alas, when the subject is romance, sheâs a dunce. No amount of textbook learning can help her find a date or understand what men really want.
When handsome-as-heck contractor Kane Chatterson begins renovating Juliaâs house, she finds him...distracting. Is it his strong, tanned forearms? His quiet, confident manner? Mr. Sexy Flannel Shirt doesnât have any of the qualities Julia believes she needs in a man. But when he offers to help her find the perfect date, she reluctantly agrees. And as Julia gets schooled in the fine art of love, she realizes that Kane might be exactly what the doctor ordered...
âWait. Why am I explaining all this to you?â Julia asked.
âBecause I have the kind of face that makes people want to open up?â Why was he being so damn flirty? It was as if Kane couldnât stop the asinine comments from flying out. But sheâd caught him off guard looking like that. Plus, she was much more down-to-earth when she rambled on about nothing.
âNo. You have the kind of face that makes people feel as if theyâre strapped to a polygraph machine.â That was an interesting revelation. Did he make her nervous?
âYou donât like my face?â He reached up to stroke his famous trademark beard, then remembered heâd shaved it several months ago when heâd moved to Sugar Falls. Instead, he touched a bristly jawline that felt like eighty-grade sandpaper.
âIâm not going to answer that, either.â But he could tell by the blush rising up from her scoop-neck tank that she probably liked his face more than she wanted to admit.
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Sugar Falls, Idaho: Your destination for true love!
CHRISTY JEFFRIES graduated from the University of California, Irvine, with a degree in criminology, and received her Juris Doctor from California Western School of Law. But drafting court documents and working in law enforcement was merely an apprenticeship for her current career in the dynamic fields of mummyhood and romance writing. She lives in Southern California with her patient husband, two energetic sons and one sassy grandmother. Follow her online at www.christyjeffries.com.
To my Monkey Roo. Your superfast race-car brain has been such a blessing and continues to amaze me every day. You are so smart, creative and incredibly witty. Even though I canât wait to see what kind of man youâll grow up to become, you will always be my little boy. I love being your mommy.
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Captain Julia Calhoun Fitzgerald had no problem commanding a full surgical team in the operating room during an emergency decompressive craniectomy, but she could be naked, standing on her head and yelling from a bullhorn, and nobody in the Cowgirl Up Café would give her a second look.
âMay I get some...â Juliaâs voice trailed off when she realized she was talking to the back of the busboyâs turquoise T-shirt. Heâd unceremoniously dropped the plate of food off on the counter between her seat and the empty one next to her, not bothering to ask if she had everything she needed.
She looked down the counter and saw an unused place setting two seats over. She could either sit here, going unnoticed for another twenty minutesâwhich was how long itâd taken for the waitress to take her order in the first placeâor she could reach over and grab the neighboring paper napkin and utensils. She decided to do the latter.
After centering the newly acquired napkin in her lap, Julia neatly cut her oversize breakfast burrito in half with surgical precision, then clamped her lips shut at what looked to be sausage gravy oozing out of the center. This couldnât be right. She lifted her head and looked around the restaurant, hoping to catch the attention of the lone waitress who was darting between several crowded tables, fumbling with her order pad before picking up a stack of dirty plates from an empty table.
Was this place always so crowded? Since being stationed at the Shadowview Military Hospital last month, Julia had come into her auntâs restaurant only twice, and both times were right before closing when most of the small town of Sugar Falls, Idaho, shut down for the night.
And speaking of Aunt Freckles, where was she anyway? Julia couldâve sworn the calendar app on her fancy new smartphone said they were supposed to meet at the café at eight this morning.
She glanced at her gold tank watchâone of the more modest pieces sheâd inherited from her motherâand noted that she had only about fifteen minutes before she was supposed to meet the contractor at her new house.
Julia used her fork and knife to probe at the contents of the flour tortilla on her plate, then leaned forward and sniffed at the batter-covered meat inside. This was definitely not what sheâd ordered. She carefully set her utensils down on either side of her plate and took a sip of her orange juice while observing the other customers and trying not to eavesdrop on the intense conversation going on in the booth to her right.
