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What would you do for a second chance with your first love?
Welcome to wine country and the small town of Starlight Hill, California, where the wine flows freely and so does the gossip.
The town has never quite forgiven Ivey Lancaster for leaving their favorite son, Dr. Jeff Garner, when she met a man on an online dating site. But the real truth of her absence is something Ivey doesn’t want anyone to know.
When a sudden change of plans forces Ivey to work with her hunky ex, she must keep it professional or risk her heart all over again.
Jeff sensed an opening and he proceeded to drive the proverbial Mac truck through it. “The best thing you and I can do is show everyone in town that we’re getting along. That we’re friends again.”
“Yeah. We better get the word out.”
He nodded. “Having dinner with me might help too.”
She whipped her head around so fast he worried about whiplash for a minute. “You and me? Not for real. That can’t happen. We’re not going there again.”
“Going where?” Yep, he was going to do this. Watch her walk right into his trap.
“Making love. Getting back together. Do I have spell it out for you?”
“Wow,” he said. “I’m flattered. But I was talking about dinner. You and your one-track mind.”
Suddenly, absolute quiet from the passenger seat. But as his luck would have it, not for long. “I caught you staring at my boobs. Don’t try to lie to me now.”
“I’m a man, Ivey, and right now you’re a wet-t-shirt-contest dream.”
“Don’t you dare stare at my boobs!”
He grinned. “Try and stop me.”
She turned to him, the light in her eyes that made him a goner. “We? Does that mean I’ve convinced you, Dr. Garner?”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Congratulations. I think we should make our recommendation that the board hire a staff of midwives and let them decide.”
She stared out the window. “I don’t know.”
GUEST POST FROM HEATHERLY
Shakespeare is famously quoted as saying a rose by another name would smell as sweet.
But I’m here to tell you that names do matter. We have two beagles: Riley, the female and Jack, the male. Naming them was a process that didn’t always come easily with five different family members and differing opinions.
My husband, for instance, refused names such as “Fluffy” or “Baby” insisting he was not going to be caught dead calling out for a dog with that name.
We adopted Jack from the Nor Cal Beagle Rescue Society, who’d called him Bentley as a kind of place holder. He didn’t look like a Bentley to us. But for about a week, we called him Todd (we thought that was the hound in the Disney movie The Fox and the Hound). I wanted to name him Copper but that was the fox, and anyway no one ever listen to me. Turns out I was right and everyone else was wrong. Copper was indeed the hound. Had I watched the movie again, I might not be writing this post today.
But I digress.
We realized quickly he was no Todd. He was a Jack, through and through. Even though that might not be the best name for a dog. How many times will we have to tell him to “get off” the couch or the table? It could be embarrassing, but we figured at least it will be in the privacy of our own home. And we’d all have a good laugh about it.
We figured wrong.
I had taken Jack to Petco to get his nails clipped (when we try to do it he behaves as though we’re trying to murder him). As I was paying, and trying to hold his leash while taking out my card, Jack began to make friends with the large German Shepherd next to us.
The large dog’s owner was very busy on his cell phone, and didn’t notice that his dog was throwing death glares in Jack’s direction. Jack’s a very happy dog who assumes that the entire world would like to be his friend.
We all know how dogs “make friends”, right? There’s a lot of sniffing involved. Jack was sniffing the large dog, the man was talking on his phone. I’m trying to pay the bill and hold on to the leash, pulling Jack away from the other dog.
All of a sudden Jack decides he’d like to be best friends with the male dog’s owner. Maybe he could put in a good word for him. So he lunges on to the man, burying his face in his crotch. And I mean, he’s going to town with the sniffing. The man hardly seems bothered as he continues talking on this cell phone while I, humiliated at my dog’s lack of manners, pull violently on his leash and scream, “Jack off! Jack off!”
Everyone in the store turned to smile, make a valiant effort at concealing a smile, or give up altogether with a laugh.
And that is the reason you should think long and hard before you name your pet. Yes, a rose by another other name smells just as sweet, but at least pick a name that won’t make you blush.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When early onset stage fright dashed dreams of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame status, Heatherly Bell tackled her first book in 2010, and now the people and voices that occupy her head refuse to leave.
She no longer sings unless you count randomly bursting into song to annoy her children (and the dogs).
Heatherly lives in northern California with her family, including two beagles, one who can say ‘hello’ and the other who can feel a pea through several pillows.
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Maria-Michaels/e/B00L4QA842/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
AMAZON: All of Me