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  With only one year left to complete her medical training in Neonatology, Dr. Holly Collier vows not to let anyone mess up her sacrosanct schedule. Especially not the drop-dead gorgeous Dr. Marc Suarez who broke her heart seven years ago.
  
  When a tragic accident transforms the carefree playboy into a dedicated but novice father to his nephew, Holly gives in to her maternal instincts and turns her structured life upside down for the orphaned preemie. But can she learn to trust Marc again and believe in true love?
  
  220 Pages,
  SpicyPrint
  ISBN: 1-60154-514-2
  
  
  Contests wins: The Beacon; Launching A Star; The Suzannah; Great Expectations;
  Golden Gateway; Gotcha, Enchanted Words; Winter Rose; Duel on the Delta;
  Linda Howard Award of Excellence....
  
  Chapter One:
  
  “Twin delivery. C-section. Stat.” Dr. Halsdale, the old obstetrician, bellowed. “Ready?”
  
  Being the senior fellow in Neonatology, Dr. Holly Collier was always ready for a difficult task.
  
  But she wasn’t ready to face Marc Suarez one more time.
  
  Eyeing the imposing back of the anesthesiologist, Holly chewed on her lip, a queasy feeling simmering in her stomach. In med school, falling for the athletic Marc had spread like a virus, resulting in an epidemic that no vaccination could eradicate. Holly had been contaminated too, seven years ago.
  
  The bright Puerto Rican resident had obviously fulfilled his professors’ expectations. He was back at Washington Children’s Hospital as a big-league doctor now and he’d already rattled the hospital’s serenity and her own comfort in the last five weeks.
  
  As usual Marc dominated the scene with his hundred-and-eighty pounds of well-distributed charm and his rugged confidence.
  
  “Twenty-eight-year-old patient. First pregnancy. Thirty-five-week gestation,” Dr. Halsdale said, his eyes scanning his team. One of the residents blinked, and his fingers trembled. Holly smiled with sympathy. She’d been there. Dr. Halsdale had once scared the bejeebers out of her, too.
  
  She turned on the two radiant warmers for the expected preemies. The delivery room bustled with a flurry of activity. Doctors and nurses in surgical garb and masks huddled around the operating table where the patient lay, moaning. Dressed as a medic, the soon-to-be dad hovered near by. His shaky fingers clutching a video camera, he bent and kissed his wife’s forehead.
  
  A few feet away, Marc raised his masked face. His chocolate eyes sparkling with golden flecks, he winked at Holly and resumed his task with unperturbed assurance.
  
  Under the mask, Holly’s mouth fell open. Marc had made it a disturbing habit to wink at her before starting his procedures. A good-luck sign, he’d called it while smiling his infectious grin.
  
  The man was drop-dead gorgeous and always displayed a cheerful smile. As if he didn’t have a single worry in his life.
  
  Maybe he didn’t. Holly suppressed a grimace of disgust as she struggled to control her breathing. Coping with Marc’s presence in the delivery room had doubled the stress of her difficult job.
  
  Resentment pursed Holly’s lips. Three months of crying and almost flunking her medical exams seven years ago had taught her a bitter lesson. One she wasn’t about to forget. But she had no time to dwell on the sizzling emotions only Marc could create in her heart.