The Blurb
Passion clashes with obligation in this trans-continental romance…
Simi Gill has had it with surgeons. In her opinion, the fewer surgeons there are in the world, the better for everyone. She takes a break from her medical studies in India to intern at a prestigious NYC cancer center for four months. In New York, her resolve to steer clear of surgeons, rooted in past heartbreak by an unscrupulous ex, is challenged when she crosses paths with Dr. Rudy Atwal.
A dashing surgeon with a complicated personal life, Rudy helps Simi navigate unexpected perils and pitfalls that seem to plague her. In return, he seeks her aid in escaping his dysfunctional family’s schemes.
Saying no to Rudy is what she must do if she is to stay true to her goals. But Simi says yes, and that is her second mistake. The first is a tiny, accidental kiss…
Will Simi be able to return to India with her heart intact, or will the suave surgeon tempt her to break her own rules?
Take One Suave Surgeon is an entirely refurbished, revamped, remodeled version of “The Cure was Love” which was published by Harlequin/Mills and Boon in 2014.
An Excerpt from Chapter 2
I had seconds to gather myself and run, but I’d barely managed to throw off the sheets and uncurl my legs when he was upon me.
Or was he? Even as my vocal cords prepared to let out a piercing scream, and my petrified feet scrambled to find purchase on the blue rug, the threat moved right past the bed. Instead of choking me to death, or worse, as I’d imagined he was about to do, Rudy went to one of the doors I’d been purveying as a potential exit, and flung it open.
The breath whooshed back into my stupefied lungs, but I wasn’t about to let down my guard. I was on my feet now and made sure to keep my jittery eyes on the man.
What was he up to? Did that door lead to a secret basement where he kept his victims and…? I shuddered in horror and revulsion and regret. Then, even as I stood rooted to the spot, he stepped to one side and in trotted a…oh my goodness…it was the cutest, largest Labrador Retriever in the world!
The gorgeous creature displayed every canine sign of gratitude at being let in. When Rudy bent to ruffle the ecstatic fur, the dog, using its superior weight, tumbled the man over onto the floor and proceeded to nuzzle him all over while the vigorous tail added to the melee.
‘Enough!’ Rudy begged. ‘It hasn’t been all that long since we last met.’
I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. Undone by the heavy dog, he’d toppled over and was a treat to watch in all his pajama-clad glory. He wrestled the dog, trying to save himself from a slobbery death, and there was a formidable display of rippling, bunching muscles through the thin tee. When he chuckled and begged again for mercy, I went weak at the knees.
Ugh!
Terrible timing, and absolutely wrong place, but there was something so irresistible about the man and his dog. It didn’t add up. How could I mistrust him when the dog didn’t? Animals never lied.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Hysteria, most likely. I mean, one minute I’m fearing for my virtue and/or my life, and in the next, my potential aggressor is being worshiped by an exceedingly adorable canine.
Both the man and the canine stopped their drama and turned to look at the source of the disturbance. I bit my lip and managed to stem the hysteria. The man shot me a I’m-still-really-mad-at-you look, but the dog cocked its head at me, wagged its tail, and lumbered over.
‘Majik, meet Simi. Simi, she’s Majik with a k,’ said Rudy, while I dropped to my knees and, tucking the flannel shirt securely around me, I allowed the dog to investigate. I passed muster, and was kept busy for the next several minutes by the friendly creature.
I didn’t notice when Rudy came to sit by our side. It was only when Majik had had enough of the petting, and was curled up at my feet, did I look around for Majik’s human.
‘Oh!’ I said, startled to find him lounging within touching distance. Like mine, his back was also resting against the bed and he looked much calmer than when we’d been shooting verbal arrows at each other.
When he reached behind him to yank the comforter off the bed, and threw it over my shoulders, I knew I’d misread him. Understandable that I would – anyone would under the strange, and as yet unexplained, circumstances.
I flashed him a brief smile – very brief, part apology and part I-still-don’t trust-you – and he smiled back.
Whoa!
Those eyes – warm mossy green, with golden lights, and rimmed by lashes which were short and spiky – they had a lot going on in their depths.
The fact I could see the depths meant only one thing – he was too close. That was why my breath had caught, wasn’t it? That, and the fact he’d quirked a fabulously arched eyebrow at me – in a lazy, querying way – and it reminded me we weren’t done yet.
I tore my eyes away – away from the speculative look, and from the annoyingly square jaw – and told myself to stop being an idiot. So what if he had a deep, deep gaze, and so what if his chin was shadowed with an early morning bristle – all those things, and his fondness for Majik, didn’t prove anything. He could still be dangerous.
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So excited about this book! Congratulations.
Thanks, Sue. 🙂