Eve promised she would swear off men for a whole year. But when she goes to work for the town's sexy new vet, all bets are off...
Eve Emerson is determined to break a long chain of bad relationships and stop relying on her sister to fix her life. She sets out to gain control of her flagging career and vows to stop dating for a whole year. But her career and her vow are suddenly dancing out of control when she goes to work for the town’s vet. Can Eve return her life to normal without breaking her promise to her sister--and herself?
Derrick Morgan just wasn't cut out to be a parent. He’s been responsible for his baby sister since she was fifteen years old, and their relationship has always been rocky. Now Caroline is a divorced, single mother of a seven-month-old. He returns to Shepherdsville to atone for past mistakes, but his stay is only temporary. He refuses to abandon his perfect life in Chicago. And not even his gorgeous new assistant can change his mind.
From the Front Flap...
Movement behind him caught her eye. An old man in a dirty baseball cap and a tattered khaki work shirt stepped up behind him. Draped around his neck was a huge snake, its head easily bigger than Eve’s fist.
She let out a blood curdling scream and took a step back, where Martha’s chair caught her behind the knees. Her flailing arm caught the phone, a small basket of pens, and several files and she and half of the contents of Martha’s desk fell unceremoniously to the floor.
Derrick stepped forward and put a hand out. “You all right?”
Eve swore, the sound coming out as a breathless squeak. “That’s a snake.” She took his hand, and he pulled her upright.
Once she was standing again, he let go of her hand and plucked the handset from the floor. “I’m sorry. This is Dr. Morgan. Can I help you?”
Crap, crap, crap. She’d already forgotten about the person she’d left in limbo on the phone. He listened for a moment, then tensed and nodded. “Yes, I’ll be here. Bring him in.”
He disconnected the call and set the handset on the counter. Barney, his inspection of Derrick’s pants complete, trotted closer to the older man, who Eve now recognized as Joe Farriday, a crusty old farmer who’d lived in Shepherdsville since the Stone Age.
“No! Barney, get back!”
Joe laughed, a loud, boisterous sound that seemed to fill the room. “Now, Eve,” he said. “You’ll hurt his feelings. Rosco’s the hardest working snake in Marquette County. He keeps mice out of the barn.”
Eve took a step toward Barney, who ducked his head to nip at Joe’s shoelace, then she thought better of it and stepped back. “Mice. Cats. Small children.”
“Naw, just mice,” Joe chuckled. “Rosco’s a good boy.”
“He’d sure keep me out of your barn,” Eve said.
All Bets Are Off--June 2019