Sneak Peek! Close to Heart (Healing Harts #3) by T.J. Kline
Title: Close to Heart
Author: Kristin Miller
Event organized by: Tasty Tours
Book Blurb:
It
only took an instant for her world to come crashing down…but Heart
Fire Ranch is a place of new beginnings, even for those who find
their way there by accident
As
the only veterinarian in town, Justin Hart doesn't have time to think
about romance. So when A-list actress Alyssa Cole crashes her car
outside his clinic, it's entirely unexpected when there's a spark
between them he can't ignore. Still, she's a movie star, and he's
just a small town cowboy.
Alyssa
has learned the hard way not to believe first impressions, especially
not in Hollywood. But, 400 miles from her former life with nowhere to
go and no one to turn to, she places her trust in the handsome vet
who comes to her rescue.
There's
no denying the connection between them, but when Alyssa's past shows
up at the door, will their new relationship be able to withstand the
storm?
Excerpt: Alyssa laid her head in the crook of her elbow, trying to stay awake. Justin was finishing with the female Lab as she watched the puppies. She was keeping a close eye on the littlest one, the one that had trouble breathing. They were all so small and weak, but he was even more so. Her hand instinctively curled around the side of her pregnant belly, where her child lay, nestled under her ribs. In less than six weeks, she’d be watching her own child sleep. Rather than comforting her, the thought made her panic.
Excerpt: Alyssa laid her head in the crook of her elbow, trying to stay awake. Justin was finishing with the female Lab as she watched the puppies. She was keeping a close eye on the littlest one, the one that had trouble breathing. They were all so small and weak, but he was even more so. Her hand instinctively curled around the side of her pregnant belly, where her child lay, nestled under her ribs. In less than six weeks, she’d be watching her own child sleep. Rather than comforting her, the thought made her panic.
She
had no idea what she was going to do next. The last thing she’d
expected when she went out to lunch with her best friend yesterday
was to find out Lillian had been sleeping with her husband for the
past four years. Elijah’s infidelity hadn’t come as a complete
surprise. They’d been drifting apart for years; however, it didn’t
lessen the pain of the betrayal, or the shock that it had been with
her friend. The confrontation with Elijah that followed had been bad
enough, but with his apathetic response when she had demanded he
either remain faithful or give her a divorce, he shattered the last
remnants of the illusion she’d clung to that their Hollywood
marriage wasn’t as fake as everything else in the industry. He’d
laughed at her, reminding her that she was nothing more than an
out-of-work actress, and nothing without him, before agreeing to the
divorce. He’d told her to leave the house before he returned from
the office for dinner, as casually as if he was dismissing one of the
house staff instead of throwing out his wife and child. In a daze,
Alyssa had packed the car up with her clothing and jewelry, assuming
she would find a way to sell what she didn’t need to support her
and the baby.
But
that would last only so long. Her mother suggested she come home for
a short visit, which would at least give her a roof over her head and
buy a little time before the baby was born, but she hadn’t told her
parents about Elijah’s cheating, or the divorce. She wasn’t sure
how long she could stay without telling them the truth. They both
adored Elijah; he’d paid for their condo. What if they blamed her?
She’d invested everything she’d had into Elijah’s agency, and
he’d already warned her that she wouldn’t get anything from him.
She didn’t even have a way to pay for doctor’s visits or the
delivery now, she reminded herself. Worse, she didn’t even have
a doctor any longer. Worries beat against her brain like the staccato
beat of a drum, making her heart race in her chest as her child moved
within her.
Two
strong hands settled on her shoulders. “You did a good job.”
“Oh!”
Alyssa jerked upright and slid the rolling chair to one side.
Justin’s
lips curved into an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to
scare you. I thought you were awake.”
He
cocked his head to one side, and his dimple sank into his cheek,
giving him a boyish charm. She brushed back the bangs that had fallen
from her bun and tucked them behind her ear. “I was. I just thought
you were still with the mom.” She realized she was staring at his
perfect mouth and quickly looked back at the puppies, which were
grunting softly and wiggling against one another. “I was just sort
of lost in my own head, I guess.”
He
turned to a cupboard nearby and withdrew two needleless syringes.
“What are those for?”
“We
need to give them colostrum so they have the antibodies they need and
don’t get sick.” He walked back and handed her the syringe. “Just
a little on the back of their tongues, and we’ll do it again in an
hour. Like this.” He reached for the first puppy and put a few
drops of the liquid into its mouth. “Later, she should be able to
feed them all. If not, we’ll supplement them the same way.”
Justin
glanced up at her through thick, dark lashes—lashes most of the
women in her career field would kill for. “This is a nice litter.
What do you think you’re going to do with them?”
“Me?”
she squeaked, pausing as she reached for a puppy. “Doctor, I can’t
take them with me.”
“I
think we’re beyond that ‘Doctor’ business. Just Justin is
fine.” He arched a brow and smiled at her, the dimple creasing his
cheek before his brows dropped forward between his eyes,
thoughtfully, and he set the puppy down, reaching for the next one.
“You won’t be going anywhere for a while, at least not until your
car gets fixed. But I guess you probably won’t be able to keep them
in a hotel either. I guess they could stay here until you head out.”
His brows lifted again, as if he was certain his explanation was
sufficient.
Crap,
how am I going to pay for a hotel, or to fix the car? Is he really
expecting me to pay to keep these puppies, or for the surgery?
“Um
. . . I can’t pay for any of this.” She tucked the strand of hair
behind her ear again and saw his eyes flick to the massive diamond
solitaire settled on her left hand under the latex glove.
Alyssa
couldn’t meet his gaze for fear of the recrimination she expected
to see there. She wanted to tell him it was none of his business,
remind him that appearances could be misleading, but knew she
wouldn’t. She used to have a backbone, but over the past six years
of her marriage, she had caved as Elijah pressured her to spend less
time on set and more time helping him build his agency. She’d given
him control of her already successful career, allowing him to make
higher demands in her contracts, until producers could no longer meet
them. She had believed him when he convinced her that it was time to
“retire” in order to focus more attention on his agency and
starting a family.
Her
hand trailed over the baby, quiet within her. Now that fantasy lay in
rubble at her feet. Her husband had kicked her out, said he didn’t
love her, didn’t want her or their child, and left her pregnant and
alone. She should have been devastated. Instead, she felt hollow.
Her
eyes slid over the man seated in front of her, his still-wet hair
standing at odd angles at the top of his head as he fed the puppies,
and guilt swept in. The least she could do was offer him some sort of
explanation. He had come to her rescue and stayed outside in the
sleet to find the dog she hit.
Alyssa
cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen.
“The truth is that expensive things are all I have right now. I
don’t have any money or any way to get any until I sell a few
things. I’m not even sure I still have insurance on the car to fix
it.” She looked down at the puppies, praying he wouldn’t force
her to admit anything more.
“Sounds
like you’ve got yourself in a real mess, Alyssa.” He ducked his
head to meet her gaze. “Give me some time to see if I can’t
figure out something to help you.”
“Why
. . . I can’t ask you to . . .”
Justin
arched a brow and cocked his head at her. “I don’t recall you
asking. Besides, my father would skin my hide if I was anything less
than a gentleman for a damsel in distress.”
She
wanted to believe he could be her white knight, but Elijah had taught
her the hard way that fairy tales were nothing but fantasy. The only
person she could count on now was herself.
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About the Author:
T.
J. Kline was
raised competing in rodeos and rodeo queen competitions since the age
of 14, She has thorough knowledge of the sport as well as the culture
involved. She has had several articles about rodeo published in the
past in small periodicals as well as a more recent how-to article for
RevWriter. She is also an avid reader and book reviewer for both
Tyndale and Multnomah.
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