Angsty
Vermont snowboarders, anyone?
She's
the woman he doesn't remember. He's the man she can't forget.
Bad boy Hank “Hazardous” Lazarus used to
have everything: a gorgeous girlfriend, a career as a freestyle snowboarder and
a spot on the US Olympic team. Nine months ago, after a bad crash in the half
pipe, he woke up in the hospital, unable to move his legs. Now he’s landed
there again, but gravity is not the culprit. With his family pressuring him to
try a groundbreaking treatment, Hank self-medicates with too much tequila
instead.
Doctor Callie Anders has the courage to
restart a patient’s heart with a thousand volts of electricity, yet she’s
afraid to risk her own. So she doesn’t confess to the clinic’s newest patient that
they met just before the accident, an encounter that he doesn’t remember. Even
as their friendship develops, she won’t admit she regrets turning down his
dinner invitation, or that her heart stutters every time those inked shoulders
roll through the door of the therapy department.
With another Vermont winter coming
again, Hank needs a hand out from under the avalanche of his disappointments.
If only Callie were brave enough to take the job.
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"One of the highlights of my
2014 reading year." —Jane Litte at
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"4.5 stars. Hank and Callie are
an inspiration to love stories everywhere. HOT." — RT (Romantic Times) Book Reviews
"What a book! I’m always looking
for different, inspiring, more in my books and Sarina Bowen delivers every
time." — The Bookish Babe
"Sexy and heartwarming, Falling
From the Sky is a story of redemption, trust and falling in love." — Mandi Schreiner of SmexyBooks
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EXCERPT from FALLING FROM THE SKY
“Hi,” Callie said softly. “I’m Doctor Anders. Or Callie, if you
wish.”
“Callie,” he cleared his throat. “You look really familiar.”
That wasn’t what she had expected him to say. It would have been as
good a time as any to mention that they’d met about ten minutes before his
accident, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Who would want to be
reminded of that afternoon? “I’ve been here all week,” she said instead. “But
we don’t expect you to keep track of the dozens of people who prod you all
day.”
“And all night,” he added.
She sat down on a stool next to his bed. “That’s my fault. I need
to know that they’re looking at your vitals every three hours. It helps me sleep.” She winked, and was rewarded
with half a smile. “Now, quick—before the room is invaded again by nurses’
assistants—how’s your pain? Is there anything you need?”
Hank lifted one hand to his face, and Callie was glad to see it. If
his injury had happened farther up his spine, he wouldn’t have been able to do
that. With his palm, Hank rubbed several days’ worth of whiskers, which only
served to make him look more rugged, while he considered her question. “Let’s
see…I need a full rack of Curtis’ ribs, with spicy sauce and a baked potato.
And I need to get the hell out of this hospital.”
She nodded obligingly, even though she couldn’t fulfill any of
those requests. But if he was talking about food and getting out of here, those
were both good signs. “You’ll be transferring to a rehab facility soon.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. His gaze wandered again, his eyes aiming at the
window.
“The rehab place will let you sleep through the night,” she said,
keeping her voice light. “And you’ll have your own clothes. I hear the food is
better, too.”
“Couldn’t really be worse,” he said, turning to face Callie again.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, and Callie felt the moment stretch and take
hold. He didn’t say anything more, but he didn’t have to. Silently, an
understanding passed between them. It didn’t matter if the food got better.
Hank Lazarus was in for a shitty time, truly the shittiest time of his life.
The distance he’d come these past five days was a descent from the highest high
to the lowest low. And there wasn’t a damned thing either of them could do
about it.
“Hang in there,” Callie whispered. “This right here is the very
worst part.”
He didn’t break their staring contest. “You promise?” he rumbled,
his voice pure whiskey and smoke.
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