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The Bachelor Doctor's Bride (The Doctors MacDowell Book 3) Kindle Edition
Cardiologist Quinn MacDowell has no time for affairs of the
heart--especially those not related to his job. But when a black tie affair
throws him together with bubbly Diana Connor, she gets underneath his white
coat like no woman has before. Quinn is determined not to let this chance at
happiness dance out of his reach.
Opposites may attract, but Diana doesn't believe they make permanent
matches. If the hunky doctor with the icy façade knew how much baggage she
actually came with, he'd run the other direction. When her plan to keep things
cool gets blown away by a Texas storm, these polar opposites must decide if the
heat between them will burn for a summer, or forever.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarlequin Special Edition
- Publication dateMay 1, 2014
- File size1887 KB
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Downtown Austin's historic hotel, the Driskill, had pulled out all the stops, making the most out of its Victorian gilding by adding a crystal candelabra to the center of every table. Each one added prisms of real candlelight to the night. Diana couldn't remember the last time she'd seen real flames reflected through real crystal. Parties usually got their sparkle from plastic sequins and tiny LED lights-not that there was anything wrong with that. Diana enjoyed festive settings of any kind, but there was something extra special about tonight's real flames. Their movement echoed the dancing of the human glitterati on the dance floor.
The gala had attracted everyone who was anyone in central Texas, and the ballroom, the smaller parlor rooms, and the grand mezzanine were all part of the flow as everyone made their rounds, dancing and dining, seeing and being seen. All this glittering happiness benefited West Central Texas Hospital's new pediatric research project, making the evening a perfectly delightful way to raise money for a good cause.
Diana's boss hadn't thought so. The single thousand-dollar ticket he'd bought was the minimum he could donate to make his real estate company look marginally philanthropic. One after another, the top agents at the office had declined the use of the lone ticket to the hospital gala. When the ticket had made its way down to Diana, the ninth-best agent out of ten, she'd jumped at the chance to use it. Being solo was no problem; parties were meant for making new friends.
Her boss had given her gruff instructions with the ticket: Give your business card to every doctor you meet, and tell them you sold that house to the MacDowells. Diana had nodded politely, but she didn't waste precious space in her adorably tiny purse on business cards. If Lana and Braden MacDowell wanted to pass her name on to their friends, they would.
As it turned out, the MacDowells were here tonight- hardly a surprise, since they were both doctors at West Central. The surprise was that Diana knew them at all. Fate must have played a role when she'd first met Lana at a flower shop. Diana had spotted Lana, an eye-catching woman with jet-black hair, looking as harried as only a physician moving to Austin from out of state while starting a new job and planning a wedding could look.
Pretty darn harried.
Diana had offered to give Lana a second opinion on the bridal bouquets that seemed to be overwhelming her. When Lana had asked her if she knew a good DJ, too, Diana had been able to help, since dancing was her favorite thing to do on a Friday night. Lana had laughingly asked her if she could magically produce a dream home for her. Diana had been carrying her business cards that day. Fate was a wonderful thing.
Amazingly enough, helping a woman choose wedding flowers gave a person a good idea of what she might like in a house. Diana had found Lana and her husband their perfect home.
The MacDowells danced under the permanently blue sky painted on the ballroom's domed ceiling, a light and smiling couple in love. Later tonight, country-Western stars were going to entertain this high-paying crowd, but for now, the big band orchestra seemed like the right music for the MacDowells, a perfect match for them.
All around the chandeliered space, Diana saw good things. Laughing faces, liveliness, shimmer and shine. Everyone looked happy and satisfied. Everyone except
Her gaze was drawn again to the one man who seemed utterly still in a room full of motion. His matte black tux drew the light in and kept it. He was supposed to reflect the light, didn't he know?
Champagne sips provided some discreet cover as Diana kept an eye on him, waiting for his date or his wife to return. The song ended, the dance floor cleared, and still, he brooded alone, sitting at an empty table near the dance floor while everyone else was mingling.
Diana frowned into her bubbly. She didn't like to see this man so unhappy. Then again, she didn't like to see anyone unhappy, and she was pretty good at cheering people up, so she and her champagne headed over.
It's going to be like cheering up James Bond.
Not a hardship, really. Handsome man in a tux?
I choose to accept this mission.
While she was grinning at her own silly thought, James Bond cut his gaze to her. Just, bam. One second he'd been brooding at the dance floor, the next, she'd been caught in a green-eyed, intense stare.
Oh, my.
She hadn't expected such sea-green eyes from a man with such richly brown hair. Handsome? Holy cow, handsome.
Those sea-green eyes stayed on her, but otherwise, the man didn't move a muscle. Handsome as all get-out, yes, but not happy at a happy party. She had a job to do.
"Hi," she said, while she was still a few feet away. The faintest lift of his brow revealed his surprise that she was headed for him. "Thanks for saving me a seat."
She gave the hem of her bright green dress a tug to be sure it wouldn't ride up and expose her derriere, then sat in the chair next to his. The dress was a little too short, but she'd fallen in love with its layers of fringe. Even when she moved only the tiniest bit, the fringe looked like she was dancing. Still, she was showing a lot more skin than usual. In an effort to look less like a '60s go-go girl and more like a flapper from the '20s, Diana had twisted her brownish-well, mostly red-hair into something resembling a short bob, secured with a jeweled brooch on the side. That had been another great reason to use her stingy boss's single ticket: the chance to play dress-up.
Oh, yes, it was a great ball. Time for James Bond to enjoy it, too.
First things first. She angled her chair toward his with a little scoot. She stuck her hand practically into his torso, so he had little choice but to shake it. "My name is Diana."
"Quinn," he said, then released her hand. His voice was somber. The poor man was serious from the inside out.
He glanced away from her, but she kept her gaze on him and saw muscles bunch a little as he clenched his jaw, quite a tense reaction to something. She followed his gaze. He was unhappy about Lana MacDowell.
Uh-oh.
"I'm sorry to tell you," Diana said, "but she's married. Happily."
"Pardon?"
He said it like a cowboy, with just a touch of Texas twang, but the way he looked at her was purely upper-class offended dignity. He wore polished black cowboy boots with his tuxedo, as did probably half the men at this Austin ball, but he had "exclusive club" written all over him. Ivy League education, for certain.
Diana had to raise her voice as the music resumed. Who'd have guessed that a dozen people making up an orchestra could be as loud as any DJ with massive speakers? "She's married. Don't give her another thought."
"I wasn't," he said, without taking his eyes off Lana.
"Sure, you weren't."
Mr. Bond brooded on.
Diana sighed and sipped her champagne. "I hate to dash anyone's hopes, but that's one marriage that is going to last."
That got his attention. Those sea-green eyes looked directly at her again. Better at her than a married woman, she supposed.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Lana and I are friends." For some reason, she added, "And business associates."
Business associates? It sounded like she was trying to say she was as accomplished as Dr. Lana MacDowell, but Diana was most definitely not med school material. Not Ivy League. Not even community college. Why did she want James Bond to think she was?
She wasn't his type. It was a simple fact. She could tell, at a glance, that this man would squarely put her in the buddy category. Maybe little sister-annoying little sister.
I'm not annoying, I'm friendly. Her heart was in the right place, so she wasn't worried if his initial impression was "annoying." She was going to be his buddy before the party was over, the gal pal who encouraged a guy to get out there and live. It was a role she fell into all the time. People liked her that way.
The poor man continued glowering as he watched Braden and Lana dance. "You're being a little too obvious," she said. "What is your name again?"
"Quinn." From his tone, she guessed he didn't like having to repeat himself.
Diana snapped her fingers. "Now I know who you are. I saw you on the hospital's bachelor calendar, didn't I?" She laughed out loud. "I didn't recognize you tonight with your clothes on."
"What?" He sounded baffled-or annoyed. Baffled was nicer, so she went with baffled.
"It's a joke. I've only seen you in your doctor duds, the green scrubs. Didn't recognize you tonight with your real clothes on, get it?"
He didn't laugh, just sent a faint, polite smile in the direction of the dance floor. He probably preferred to get his humor from The New Yorker. Intellectual humor, not party joke humor.
Well, she was here to change all that. "Look, I'm good at matchmaking, so let's find someone else for you to think about. We need to salvage your evening."
That green gaze returned to her. "Do we? I wasn't aware I was so dangerously near rock bottom."
"You need to find the right woman for you. Lana isn't it."
He dropped his gaze, which meant he looked at her bare thighs being tickled by green fringe. Then he looked away, frowning faintly.
She tugged at her hem, relieved that he wasn't ogling her. She hated when guys mistook her friendliness as a sign that she wanted to party horizontally.
It was hard to imagine that anyone had persuaded this man to pose for a fund-raising man-candy calendar. Diana remembered the photo, though. He'd been glowering in that one, too, as if daring the camera to make him take his surgeon's garb off. She'd thought it was a shame the photographer hadn't succeeded.
"Lana and I are only friends," he said. "I'm well aware that she isn't available."
"And she never will be."
"The divorce rate among doctors is astronomical."
"The MacDowells are rock solid. Just put Lana out of your mind while we find you someone super special."
Despite the loud music, Diana could almost hear his snort of derision.
She pretended not to notice. Men often acted tough and grouchy when they were really sad and lonely. She'd rescued enough homeless dogs to recognize the gruff defense. "The good news is, you're far from a hopeless case. For starters, you're a man, so we don't have to work too hard to get you on the dance floor."
"I don't understand, Miss ?"
"Just call me Diana, please. 'Miss Connor' would be ridiculously stuffy."
"Miss Connor. What makes you think I'm in need of your matchmaking assistance?"
"Because you're sitting here sulking. Like a child."
Being blunt had the desired effect. The look on his face made her want to laugh. He couldn't even frown at her, she'd shocked him so greatly.
She nudged his shoulder with hers. "Don't take yourself so seriously-or me, either, for that matter. I'm friends with Lana, you're friends with Lana, so that makes us friends, too. As your friend, I'm here to help you get your party on."
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. At least she had his attention-totally, this time-and he looked like he was actually close to smiling. "How fortunate for me. I thought I'd never manage to get my party on. It was worrying me considerably."
"Glad to hear we agree. Now, I was saying that you are at a big advantage because you're a man."
"Is that right?"
"You can ask a girl to dance. You have no idea what a luxury that is. This would be much harder if you were a woman. If you saw a likely candidate, you'd have to strategically stand where he could see you, make a little eye contact, flirt a little, and hope he asked you to dance."
"I doubt you are saying this from experience. You don't strike me as a wallflower."
"I never ask the man to dance. I only approached you because you were so obviously in need of a little coaching."
"Thank you."
"You'll thank me later, trust me," she said, answering his sarcasm with sauciness. "Now, what kind of woman do you think you want?"
He looked toward the dance floor, but Lana and Braden weren't there. They'd probably gotten a hotel room-they were practically on their honeymoon.
Diana sighed dramatically. "Okay, okay. You think Lana is the perfect woman. Then let's find you a woman like Lana." Diana scanned the crowd. "Gosh, everyone is so beautiful. The whole ballroom is beautiful. Isn't it great?"
When he made no comment, she turned to him. "Don't you think it's a great night?"
He shrugged, an uncaring movement of masculine shoulders under fine black wool.
"Well, it is. Everyone's so sparkly. And happy." She poked his lapel, earning herself another raised eyebrow. "And you're going to be happy tonight, too."
"What makes you think I'm not happy?"
Diana started to laugh, but she had the sudden intuition he was asking a sincere question. The man needed to take a good look in the mirror.
Diana decided to be that mirror. She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled, hard. Dropping her voice to the lowest bass she could manage, she said, "What makes you think I'm not happy?"
Quinn scowled back at her for a good, long while.
Then he uncrossed his arms and looked away with a little shake of his head. "That bad?"
"That bad, but not for long. Let me just find you the perfect partner."
"Do you often perform your matchmaking services for total strangers?"
"All the time." Every weekend, in fact, but she wasn't going to tell James Bond that. Every weekend, she volunteered at an animal shelter where she matched total strangers with the perfect pets.
This Quinn-in-a-tuxedo wouldn't appreciate that her skills had been honed on dogs, but people weren't much different. It was all a matter of finding complementing temperaments, something Diana had found success at by relying less on talking and more on facial expressions and body language.
Diana trusted her mad matchmaking skills. Lana would never have been right for Quinn, even if she'd been available, but Quinn would never believe Diana. Perhaps she should let him figure it out for himself. "Look-there's a Lana lookalike for you. Go ask her to dance."
When he didn't budge, she put her hand on his shoulder and pushed.
Quinn shook his head as he stood. "I can't believe I'm going to do this."
But he did. The woman was petite and slender, with shiny, straight black hair and an air of confidence about her. Diana watched her graciously present her hand to Quinn, so he could lead her to the dance floor. Like so many men in Texas, men who grew up leading women in the Texas two-step and country waltzes, Quinn was obviously a confident dancer. He and his partner looked elegant together, dancing to a Frank Sinatra standard.
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- ASIN : B00GPDST2W
- Publisher : Harlequin Special Edition; Original edition (May 1, 2014)
- Publication date : May 1, 2014
- Language : English
- File size : 1887 KB
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- Print length : 219 pages
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Despite a no-nonsense background as a West Point graduate and U.S. Army officer, Caro Carson has always treasured the happily-ever-after of a good romance novel. After her military service, she worked in the healthcare industry with a Fortune 100 company, talking science with doctors who were rarely handsome bachelor Texans like the doctors in her books. Now a USA Today bestselling author and RITA™award winner, Caro is delighted to be living her own happily-ever-after with her husband (who actually is a handsome Texan) and their two children. They live in the great state of Florida, a location which has saved the coaster-loving theme park fanatics a fortune on plane tickets.
"Caro Carson writes books that touch the heart; they're witty, wise, emotional and filled with intricately layered, fascinating characters." --NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne
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Can this diverse couple give enough to get everything? That is the question that haunts them both.
I received this book as part of the Tell Harlequin group for reader feedback, something I’ve been a part of for more years than I can remember. I’ve been reading Harlequin since my early teens, so trust me when I say every criticism leveled against Harlequin novels has an example or two to support it. The reason I keep reading them is that there are as many examples to dismiss the notions as well.
The Bachelor Doctor’s Bride is one of these.
Diana is a small time realtor when she’s not volunteering at the shelter. Her boss sent her to this event to make contacts because he didn’t want to go, but she feels out of place in this gathering of upper society. Diana’s determined to enjoy the once in a lifetime opportunity of a fairytale ball despite her dress seeming shabby compared to the understated elegance around her.
Sounds like a standard rich and poor romance on the surface, but from that starting point comes a delightful story about a very unique woman.
Diana is a sensitive, intuitive soul who makes it her life’s work to help others find happiness. Sure, her talents are usually engaged with matching homeless dogs to those who would make a good fit, but she’s not the type to let a simple fact like that stand in her way when she decides to find a perfect match for the one sour face at the fancy charity gala, and things spiral out of control from there.
She’s the type who leans over to make a suggestion to a frazzled woman in a flower shop and ends up with a friend for life despite the differences in their circumstances. She’s quick to act on the problems she sees and is determined to make the world a better place for everyone.
What makes the story deeper is both how she goes about identifying and resolving the problems, and how you quickly learn that while she’s out saving the world, inside she’s afraid to live for herself.
Enter Quinn, the oldest brother of an ambitious family who has singlehandedly been keeping the family business, a medical practice, running and doing well. One of his brothers just returned to share the burden, but he doesn’t know what to do with himself when not working.
Diana’s determined to find him the person best suited to his position in life, his drive, and sheer awesomeness. The only trouble is he doesn’t need a perfect match to who he was. He needs to learn who he wants to become.
The characters are well-written, the challenges between the person who gives so much they leave nothing for themselves and the workaholic, as well as the culture clashes between their stations are well written and enjoyable. But Diana is the masterpiece here. Her ability to diagnose a situation and come up with a treatment plan mirrors a doctor’s work, only she boosts confidence, helps resolve conflicts, and even finds love for those in need. Rather than treating the body, she treats the soul, and it’s a delight to watch.
You might have guessed I enjoyed this book. The combination of a bright, optimistic mood and a more complicated psychology behind it drew me in and made me not want the story to stop.
I thought the ball scene was a lot of fun. Quinn has realized that there is something missing in his life after watching his brother dance with his wife. Perhaps it is time to look for a wife of his own. It shouldn't be a problem to find someone suitable. But with Diana finding women for him to dance with, he's more interested in her than anyone else, which baffles him. She's nothing like anyone he's ever been interested in before. I loved the way he relaxed with her and just enjoyed himself. That enjoyment turned more intense by the end of the evening.
I loved seeing Diana's joy in helping people have a good time. It was fun seeing her get Quinn dancing. I also enjoyed seeing her reactions to him and how much she liked him. It wasn't so much fun seeing how sure she was that she was all wrong for him herself. She always seemed so surprised when he would do or say something nice to her. She also had a wonderful sensitivity to other people's distress. She could tell that something was bothering Quinn and when she found out what it was she was determined to be there for him. I loved seeing their attraction heat up.
Quinn was very confused at how much he wanted to keep Diana in his life. She was so different, but she made him feel so good. He also had trouble treating her the same way he had previous relationships. Those he had always kept separate from his professional life, but Diana refused to be kept apart. She wanted to hear about his day, and she had no trouble sharing him with his job. I loved seeing her stand up to him when he tried to keep her separate. He also started to get to know her and tried to understand her.
Diana lost her mother when she was born, and only had a single letter she had written to remember her by. Her mom talked about making other people happy and not being selfish. So Diana keeps trying to give Quinn up for someone she thinks would be better for him, but Quinn refuses to go. He sees that they could be happy together, but he has to convince her. There are a couple great moments where he stands up for her against some really snotty people, and I have high hopes that she will start to see that she deserves to be happy too. But there is one more hurdle she has to overcome, and I loved seeing that it was Quinn who gave her the ability to do it. The ending was sweet.