SYNOPSIS: 1 Corinthians 13:8: Love never fails. Grayson Hanson likes to pretend he’s a superhero, sent to earth to fight off the bad guys. In reality, he’s a seven-year-old boy who wears those same superheroes on his leg braces, and fights off bullies at school. His mother, Dr. Autumn Hanson, will do anything to protect her son, including leaving her prestigious position as one of Duluth’s top orthopedic surgeons. Hoping for a fresh start, she moves Grayson to Cloquet, Minnesota and opens her own clinic. Steadfast in her desire for a new life, Autumn agrees to be interviewed for a feature article in the local paper. Kade Franco is a well respected journalist, who at forty-two has had his own share of love’s regrets. As the city’s most eligible bachelor, Kade can have any woman he wants, but he’s waiting for his meant-to-be. Where he doesn’t expect to find her is in the beautiful hazel eyes of the newest doctor in town. Autumn finds Kade Franco’s sexy chocolatey brown eyes and strong lumberjack physique to be her kryptonite. She’s spent the last seven years building a wall around her heart, but fears it isn’t strong enough to withstand a man of steel determined to show her love never fails.
EXCERPT:
I heard a knock and looked up. Phoenix stood at the door with a man close behind her. “Dr. Hanson, Kade Franco is here to see you.”
She stepped aside and I stood up, my eyes locking with the very chocolate brown ones of Kade Franco. “Thank you, Phoenix.” She left and I stuck my hand out across the desk. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Franco.”
He shook my hand firmly, not too hard, but no wimpy jello-hand either. “Just call me Kade, Dr. Hanson. Thank you for meeting with me this afternoon.”
I smiled against my will. This man certainly wasn’t twenty-two, pimply faced or eager. He was lumberjack tall, trim, and had legs that went on forever. His barely there wire rims did nothing to conceal his long black lashes and his neatly trimmed scruff surrounded his melt me into a puddle smile. A tuft of curly brown hair topped off the man. My mind was stuck on the thought of how I’d like to wrap my fingers in it. Whoa, sister, back up the boat and stop staring like an idiot.
“Please, call me Autumn. Thank you for offering to do a story about my clinic.” I gushed. Good God woman, take it down a notch. You come face-to-face with a good looking guy and you can’t rub two brain cells together. Sit. He’s sitting already. Sit your butt down in the chair.
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