It’s Time for the Doctor! #MFRWHooks

Welcome to the #MFRWHooks blog hop! Time for the Doctor: A Copper Mills Novella is in the spotlight today. Time for the Doctor is one of a series of stand-alone romances set in Copper Mills, Arizona written by a group of talented authors. Each story has a different flavour, but they all feature a happily-ever-after romance. In Time for the Doctor, Dr. Melissa Sinclair has arrived in Copper Mills to take over Dr. Tash Bannon’s job. Problem is, he still wants it (and her)!

Dr. Tash Bannon, the only internist at Copper Mills General Hospital, is a workaholic. After a couple of patient complaints, the board of directors realizes Tash needs a break and “suggests” he take a three-month vacation.

Dr. Melissa Sinclair is a single mom, and her adopted son comes first in her life. She’s used to the hustle of a big city hospital but takes the job replacing Tash hoping to expose her son to his Hopi ancestry during their time in Copper Mills.

Tash resents having to take time off – and has an even harder time staying away now that Melissa is around – but which is more important: his job or Melissa?

Make time for the doctor…especially if she’s the love of your life.

Visit Copper Mills, Arizona – a small town with a heart as big as the wide-open spaces and a history of making dreams come true.

Enjoy an excerpt from Time for the Doctor ~

He knew this town and every single person in it. There was a lot more to medicine than just treating their illnesses. For that reason alone, he, Dr. Tash Bannon, and not some random outsider, should be the one sitting behind the desk in his office.

He strode down the hall. First things first.

The door to his office was wide open. He gave a perfunctory knock and stepped inside. She’d angled the desk in the center of the room. And moved the clock.

“Can I help you?” Melissa looked at him with raised eyebrows.

He rocked back on his heels. Defiance made the green of her eyes sparkle. He swallowed the comment about the clock. Make peace. “Good morning.” Her hair was a rich chestnut, the color of fine whiskey. She had it pulled up into some kind of fancy twist. It would have been intimidatingly sophisticated except for the one curl that had escaped at the nape of her neck. The hint of whimsy was intriguing.

“Good morning?” She tilted her head and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“How’s it going?”

“Fine.”

She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. Her body language said it all: he wasn’t welcome. So, she had a chip on her shoulder. He could work around it. “I thought I’d drop by and offer my expertise in case you were looking for advice about any of the patients. I figured you might need a hand…”

Surprise flickered in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself. She pressed her lips together and looked at him with narrowed eyes. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, she leaned forward. “Actually, there is one thing you could help me with. The leg of that chair,” – she pointed to one of the chairs in front of her desk – “is broken. I was told to take it to the receiving bay, and they’d arranged to have it repaired. If you wouldn’t mind dropping it off, that’d be super helpful.”

Tash rocked back on his heels. “Of course.” He hadn’t come to deal with the furniture. “I heard that Lorne Henstock was admitted to the hospital a couple of days ago. He’s–”

She raised her hand. “I’m sorry. To protect patient confidentiality, I really can’t discuss individual patients with you.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’ve known these people a lot longer than you have. It’s nothing they wouldn’t share with someone on the street.”

“If they choose to share information about their health, that’s one thing. It’s another thing entirely for me to speak about it.”

“Even if it would make you a better doctor?”

Her eyes glinted. “I’m sure your carefully documented notes have all the information I need. Now if you don’t mind, I have to get back to work.”

Tash grit his teeth. “Of course.” He set a small burlap bag on her desk. “I brought a welcoming gift. It’s a bear katsina. The bear katsina has great strength that’s used to cure the sick.”

“Thank you. That’s very kind,” she said stiffly.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to it, then.” He turned on his heel.

“The chair?”

Without a word he walked over and picked up the chair. “Glad to be of service.” The sarcasm was probably lost on her.

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