Caro Carson - Her Texas Rescue Doctor

Spin doctor meets ER doctor

Living in her Hollywood movie star sister’s shadow is hard enough! But as her personal assistant, Grace Jackson is continually repairing the swath of damage the diva leaves in her wake. And now her antics have landed her in the Texas Rescue ER! What Grace needs is to find her sister the perfect man—someone to dispel the rumor mill. Satisfy the paparazzi. But where could she find this superhero wannabe?

Enter ER doctor Alex Gregory: he’s dignified, gifted...and a bit of a nerd. Still, he has an eye for genuine people like lovely Grace. So he reluctantly agrees to let Grace make him over and help salvage her sister’s reputation. From geek to chic, Alex becomes a dazzling escort for a celebrity-studded charity ball. But Grace has to wonder: did she remake Alex for her sister—or herself?

She looked at the cypress tree again, a single tall pillar of green in the middle of an acre of asphalt.

A lonely pillar. “I wish I was as good as you are at imagining that everything will work out okay.”

He turned toward her, laying his arm along the back of the bench. She was aware that his hand rested on the bench just behind her shoulder blades, right behind her spine, the very spine she needed to stiffen.

“Is everything not okay with you?” he asked.

She didn’t want to have a spine of steel. She wanted to melt into his arms. “Isn’t everything not okay with everyone? We all have our little troubles, right? Everyone’s fighting their own battle.”

She was babbling, fighting the desire to lean into him, into Alex Gregory, MD, according to the embroidery on his coat. Can I call you Alex? Tell you all my worries?

“Grace, you can talk to me.”

Okay, that was a little scary. He was like the perfect guy.

But he was studying her again. She didn’t know when anyone else had ever looked at her so closely. She was only an assistant, for goodness’ sake. Keeper of the lipstick and the schedule. What was there for him to see?

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Texas Rescue:Rescuing hearts...one Texan at a time!

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoy reading this romance as much as I enjoyed writing the happily-ever-after ending. This hero particularly deserved to end up with the perfect woman for him, a heroine who is an optimist at her core. Of course, every hero deserves his heroine at the end, but I have a particular soft spot for this hero. He’s a doctor in an emergency room, and I felt I understood him because of my own experiences.

You see, once upon a time, I was in emergency services as a police officer. I became accustomed to the fact that every single call I answered, every single person I spoke to, was in trouble, whether they were victims, suspects—or just lost and needing directions! When I was off duty, that feeling persisted. If I saw a car at the side of the road, I assumed the driver needed my help. Always. This emergency-room hero feels the same way. Every day, all the people he interacts with need him to fix their problems, so when he meets the heroine, he assumes she needs his help, as well. Part of the happily-ever-after includes the hero’s realization that the heroine doesn’t need him—but she does want him. Her personal strength is as appealing to him as her pretty face.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this story. You can find me as Caro Carson on Facebook and Twitter, or you can drop me a private email through my website at carocarson.com.

Cheers,

Caro Carson

Her Texas Rescue Doctor

Caro Carson

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Despite a no-nonsense background as a West Point graduate and US Army officer, CARO CARSON has always treasured the happily-ever-after of a good romance novel. Now Caro is delighted to be living her own happily-ever-after with her husband and two children in the great state of Florida, a location that has saved the rollercoaster-loving theme-park fanatic a fortune on plane tickets.

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This book is dedicated to my mother-in-law, Ilse, a woman who lives every day expecting happiness and good things. She deserves them.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Extract

Copyright

Chapter One

“Sophia, you have to put down your phone.”

“No.”

Grace Jackson gritted her teeth and held out her hand. “Yes, Sophia. Let me have it.”

Sophia tossed her blond hair, the perfect platinum blond that belonged to innocent young children, and jerked her phone out of Grace’s reach.

Grace struggled for patience. They were in a parked van. How long did Sophia think she could play keep-away with the phone? Sophia had never been easy to deal with, but this phase was particularly trying. At least, Grace hoped it was a phase.

Please, let this be a phase. I can’t survive this much longer.

“Look, Sophie. The firemen are waiting for us over there. They want to show you around.”

“Don’t care.”

Grace felt a little desperate. She thought about grabbing the phone, but taking a hard line with Sophia always backfired. For the past year, she’d been able to manage Sophia by persuading her with rewards. If you do this, you’ll get that thing you want... It was as simple as rewarding a toddler with a lollipop.

If only Sophia were a toddler.

Instead, Grace was trying to reason with a twenty-nine-year-old woman, a professional actress. After a decade of hard work, Sophia was now a genuine movie star. Grace had been her personal assistant through the hard times, the desperate times, the my-dream-will-never-come-true times. For the past two years, Grace had been with her for the even more stressful world of success, both critical and commercial. The world was Sophia’s oyster. And now...

Grace glared at the top of Sophia’s head, which was all she could see as Sophia sat on a bench opposite to her with her nose in her phone’s screen.

And now, there was no way in the world that Grace was going to placidly stand by and watch Sophia destroy her own dreams.

Grace snatched the phone out of Sophia’s hand.

“Hey!”

“I’ll hold it for you. What’s a personal assistant for?” She slid the phone into her tote bag. “The cameras are waiting. Photographers are everywhere out there. Smile.”

Sophie bared her teeth at Grace despite her annoyance; years of habit were hard to break.

“No lipstick on your teeth. No spinach.” Grace reached with two hands to fluff Sophia’s shining waves and used her fingertips to arrange a few naturally wavy tendrils along Sophia’s flawless cheekbones. “Perfect. I see a ton of teenage girls out there. Pose for some selfies with them, okay? A few minutes of smiles, and Sophia Jackson will start trending on Instagram and Twitter again.”