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Friday, February 20, 2015

Double Release Day Ruby & Arryn & Winner 2/20/15



Ruby Erickson was the best OR surgeon the small hospital had. Management had mandated that the doctors were to turn away any people for treatment that couldn’t pay. Under strict orders to follow the rules or else…Ruby operated on the young woman anyway. She’d never live long enough to survive the trip to County.
Josh Ewing was suffering from a bad breakup. He had moved to the small town to get away from his cheating ex-girlfriend and former best friend and partner. His sister Bri was here and was all he had left in way of family. When Bri comes up missing, Josh is beside himself with worry.
He finds his sister in a small hospital listed as a Jane Doe in critical condition. When he finds out that the doctor who saved her life had lost her job because she didn’t turn his sister away, he wants to do all he can for her…
She cut Josh off with a finger punching to his chest. “You’re damn right I saved her life. And do you think that because you put money in my account or paid nearly a hundred grand to my loans that I’m somehow going to be beholden to you? You fucking bastard, take it back. All of it, right now.” Josh shook his head and braced his arms over his chest as if to do battle. Quentin took a step back now. He wasn’t stupid. “You heard me, I want you to take back that money now, or so help me you’re going to need it for your own hospital bills.”
“Even if I could—which I don’t care if I can or not—I won’t do it. You risked a great deal to save her life, and I pay my debts.” Ruby growled and took another step toward Josh. It took Quentin several seconds to realize that something had happened in that short period of time.
Ruby didn’t have time for a mate, not now not ever. Josh wasn’t happy about it either, but discovered once he got past her stubborn surface, that she really was a rare gem.
But trouble doesn’t elude them for long. That ex-girlfriend of Josh’s was into some heavy stuff―things he didn’t know about―things that could get them all killed―things that put them all on the radar of the wrong people…
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Thursday, February 19, 2015

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN &THIRTY-EIGHT is ready to read !!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
When Nick woke up, he was alone in the room. There was a faint light
coming from under the bathroom door and he assumed that Morgan had gone
back to the bathroom. He stood up and stretched and realized it was full dark
out. He must have slept the full day away. He actually felt pretty good.
Nick walked over to her bed and groped around for the light switch for the
lights on the back of her bed. The sudden light illuminated the entire room and
he immediately knew something was wrong. Shit! She was gone. He went to the
nurses’ station to ask where Morgan had gone.
“Can you please tell me when Morgan left? I was supposed to take her home
with me, but I must have fallen asleep.” Damned girl, he was going to strangle
her when he found her.
“Dr. Grant? She left you a message.” Nurse Fist handed him an envelope,
went back behind the long counter, and flopped, no other word for it, back into
her chair and went back to playing solitaire on the computer.
Dr. Grant,
I hope you enjoyed your nap. I’ve gone home. I don’t want anything from you.
Morgan Becky
P.S. You snore.
Yes, when he found Morgan Becky, he was going to strangle her good. But
first, revenge. Smiling, he left the hospital and made a few phone calls.
“Mom, its Nickolas. I need your help. Morgan is refusing to marry me and I
was wondering if you could please go over to her apartment and talk some sense
into her for me?”
“Of course. Why is that silly girl refusing to marry you? You’re a good catch,
and my grandbabies need a father. Not to mention the last name of Grant. I’ll go
over there first thing tomorrow.” Oh yeah, he thought. Revenge is going to be so
sweet.
“Not too early. I’m on my way there now, and I want to talk to her. Tell her
what’s going to happen with our future.” He was hoping that anyway.
His next call was to his brother Devin. He wanted to make sure there was no
way Morgan was going to be implicated in the murder of Denty. And that she
would never see the inside of a prison cell again.
“No, she won’t. Those pictures she took did the trick. The man’s name who
killed Denty is Marty James. He’s an ex-cop on the police force from somewhere
out West. He and Denty go way back and were lovers at one point.” He could
hear the hesitation in his voice. There was more.
“Tell me. I’m on my way to Morgan’s house right now. The little imp left the
hospital even though I expressly told her not to.”
“She doesn’t strike me as the type to just obey without question. If it matters
at all, Nicky, I really like the girl.” He stopped and leaned against the car.
“Yeah, it does. I like her too. Of course, I want to choke the girl most of the
time, but I think I really like her.”
“There are two minutes of video on the phone she recorded when she was
pushing buttons.” He was quiet for so long, Nick was afraid he’d lost the call and
started to pull the phone back to check when Devin spoke again. “Nicky, what
she endured...what they did to her was so much more than she told us. I...you
should see it. I’ve been a criminal lawyer for a long time now and I was... No
person, especially not a woman, should go through what she did. Ever.”
Nick didn’t want to see the video; he didn’t even want to think about it. But
he needed to be able to help her. “I’m going to go get a few things from my
apartment and then go get a few things here in town. I need you to get my house
opened up and ready for us sometime tomorrow. I’ll meet you here tomorrow
and see it then, all right?”
They agreed to meet at Muddy Misers in the old Putmun district. It was his
favorite restaurant in this area, and served the best ribs in all of Ohio as far as he
was concerned. He hoped Morgan thought so too.
Nick thought about her on the way over to his apartment. He’d treated her
badly from the very beginning. When he thought about the night he’d...he hadn’t
made love to her, but had basically raped her. And had created children by that
act. He knew that now. Hell, he’d known it then. He wondered if she’d ever
forgive him. He wasn’t sure he could forgive himself.
While he was at his apartment picking up a couple of changes of clothes, he
called his good friend Thomas Shane. Thomas owned one of the most prestige
jewelry chains in all of the Eastern part of the United States, and he lived right
here in Zanesville. He made arrangements to meet him at one of the local
branches in half an hour.
By the time Nick arrived at Morgan’s apartment, it was after midnight. He
thought about taking a room for the night and seeing her first thing in the
morning, but every light in her apartment was ablaze so he went to the back
entrance. The bar was still open for business and the noise was horrendous. His
children wouldn’t be living here, that was for sure.
He rapped twice on the door and waited for her to answer. He looked
around the small area behind the bar and thought it was a nice and peaceful.
Someone had put in a small koi pond and there were several chairs sitting
around the entire wooded area. There was a large chimney pot sitting on a
bricked part of the patio with a stack of small cut wood sitting next to it. There
were potted plants, flowers of every color and hue one could imagine crammed
in and around everything. On a cool night like this in early June, he could just
see the two of them sitting together in the swing under the large maple a few feet
from the pot. He was still smiling when Morgan opened the door. But it faded
quickly when he saw that she’d been crying.
“What’s happened?” He started to step into the room when she pressed her
hand into his chest to stop him.
“Go away. Why do I have to keep telling you that? Is it just too much for
your simple mind to comprehend? Here, let me help you understand. Then, next
time, because I have no doubt there will be a next time with you, you may just
leave when I say it. Go, as to leave behind, go away—to move along; travel;
proceed. Away, in another place, in another direction—be gone. Understand?
Good, good-bye.” She almost had the door shut again, but he was just a little
quicker.
Without thought to what he was doing, he cupped his hand behind her head
and pulled her to his mouth. Heaven, he was tasting heaven and he didn’t know
if he ever wanted to give it up.
She was stiff and rigid, not yielding to him at all. But as he pulled her body
to his, he felt her lean into him slightly at first, then more as the seconds passed.
He captured her moan in his mouth, tasting her as she opened to him, for him.
Stepping more in the room, he moved her, shifted her around until she was
nearly back against the opposite wall, him pressing against her.
He could feel every curve of her body, including her belly hard against him.
Her belly, swollen with his children, their children. He reached down and ran his
hand across her mound and felt the first kick against his hand and at his groin.
Before he could register what he’d felt, he was doubled over in pain.
“Ah, Morgan ...” was all he could manage as he fell to the floor. Damned
woman had kneed him hard.
~~~
Morgan couldn’t believe he’d shown up. But then when he’d kissed her, she
didn’t know what to think. For that matter, how to think.
He’d been lying on the kitchen floor for nearly ten minutes now. About five
minutes ago, she’d taken him in a cushion from the couch and a blanket from the
bed. She couldn’t shut the door completely because he was still hanging half in
and half out of it. She didn’t want him to freeze while he was laying there.
Stupid, arrogant dickhead. What was he doing here anyway?
Morgan looked up as, a few minutes later, he staggered in the part of the
room she’d set up as her office. When he first showed up, she’d been finishing up
on Byron’s site. He’d startled her out of her zone when he’d knocked. She almost
hadn’t answered it, thinking it was the Sugars again, but looked anyway. Now,
looking at him, she wished she hadn’t.
“That wasn’t playing fair. Kicking a man there hurts worse than anything
known to man,” he said as he fell onto her couch.
“Oh, well, next time, I’ll pull out a gun and shoot you there. Maybe it won’t
hurt you so much, but I’m betting your recovery time is a lot longer. What are
you doing here at twelve-thirty in the morning anyway?” She looked down at
her screen when the noise alerted her that the program she was loading was
finished. She clicked on the next part of his site and ran it.
“I told you that you’re coming home with me. Since you seem to like it here
better, I’ve decided to move in with you. I brought some of my things. I’ll have
the rest brought over tomorrow sometime.” He nodded toward the garment bag
and suitcase just inside the door to her apartment.
“Oh no, you don’t. There’s barely enough room in this place for me and my
stuff. You are not moving in here too.” She stood up, but too quickly, and had to
grab the table for support. He was there in a flash. And before she knew it, he
had her scooped up in his arms and was sitting on the couch with her in his lap.
“Sit still before I paddle your butt. You know, you need a keeper. What
would you have done if you’d of fallen on your face and hit your head?”
“It’s a stupid question since I wouldn’t have been getting up because you
wouldn’t be here to aggravate me. Let me go, you pigheaded swine.” She
struggled harder to get off his lap. In her haste to move, she inadvertently
realized he was aroused. She stopped and looked at him.
“Sit still, Morgan, or we won’t be going anywhere for a very long time. I
want to talk to you.” His voice was huskier and harder.
Well, she hadn’t meant to do anything to him. Morgan blushed all the way to
her toes. Men could be turned on by the weirdest things, she thought. “I want
you to let me go. I don’t...just let me sit over there and I’ll listen to you.” For
several seconds, she didn’t think he was going to let her. He moved his arms
from around her and she scrambled to the other side of the couch, as far from
him as she could get.
“You’re having my children, Morgan, and I don’t want them raised by
strangers. I want us to raise them.” Of course he would. His family would do a
good job of it too, she thought. She’d seen them all with Meggie. She knew
they’d love these too.
“I don’t know what that has to do with you moving in here. If you want to
adopt them, then all right, I guess. There were only a few stipulations to the
adoption I wanted. I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that.”
“How much? How much to adopt my own children, Morgan?” His voice
had changed again. She looked at him sharply. He was angry. Well, so was she.
“Money. It all boils down to money with you, doesn’t it? If anyone wants
anything from the exalted Nickolas Grant, there must be a monetary gain for
them, right? Well, fuck you. One million dollars. You give me one million dollars
and I give them to you, no strings. Now that we have that settled, I want you to
get out. And stay out. If you come near me again before the deal is closed and
you have your children, then I will put them on the black market and you’ll
never see them again.” She got up, went to the door, opened it, and waited for
him to go. Her heart was crushed and she was barely holding onto her tears and
anger. When he picked up his things and walked out the door, she closed it
quietly and clicked the lock.
Walking back to the living room, she sat down where he’d been sitting,
pulled the little blue sleeper from her pocket and burst into tears, sobbing into

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“You sure you want to do this? It doesn’t seem all that smart to me,
especially coming from you.” Devin had been arguing with him for nearly two
days about the money to Morgan. Devin wanted to set it up as a trust for her,
given to her as soon as Nick had the babies. But Nick had his own ideas.
“No, this is how I want it. Those are the terms I want, and she’ll either abide
by them, or I’ll sue her ass. I’m tired of fucking around with her.” And he was
too.
“You know that by you marrying her, she’d be able to receive alimony from
you when you divorce. Because the way you two fight, it could only end that
way or death for one or both of you.”
“She’s the one who wanted the million. She’ll have it. But on my terms. You
have the house ready for her?”
“Yes, it’s in her name, along with the checking account and car. Nicky, if she
didn’t hate you before this, she certainly is going to now.”
Nick didn’t care how much she hated him. In fact, he relished the idea of her
hating him. If she hated him, then she couldn’t pull him back into her web. And
maybe he could get over this obsession to be with her. He wanted things he’d
never…things he had never thought to have.
Nick frowned when he thought about her asking for the money. Well, he
thought again, she hadn’t asked for anything. He’d asked. He could still see the
look of hurt on her face when he’d asked her how much. But it was an act; he
knew it was.
“Just make sure she signs the contact as soon as possible. I want to get things
ready on my end and ensure that everything is ready for my sons.” He walked
out of Devin’s office and up to his own. Without speaking to the new secretary,
he went into his office to start his day. He’d been missing too much work lately
and needed to get things back on an even keel again.
“Dr. Grant, your mother is on line one,” the disembodied voice said over the
intercom on his desk. He’d been sitting there for nearly an hour and he hadn’t
even signed into his computer. Shit.
“Hello, Mom. What’s going on?” He’d been avoiding her too since leaving
Morgan’s house. He’d just remembered to call her and tell her not to go to her
house just as she was pulling up in front of Morgan’s apartment that morning.
He’d only told her that he no longer needed her to persuade Morgan to marry
him; he’d worked out an alternative solution.
“I want you to meet me for lunch today. I’ll see you at Bergen’s at one
o’clock.” He could tell by her voice that she was upset about something, but
decided not to ask.
“I have other plans that I—”
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I didn’t ask you to meet me, Nickolas
Patrick. I said to meet me. And you had better not be late.” And then she hung
up.
Nick knew he was in deep trouble if she was using his middle name as well
as his first full name. He tried to think about what he’d done, and the only thing
he could think of was Morgan. She’d called her.
Looking at the clock on his wall, he realized he had about an hour before he
had to meet his mom, so he called Damon. He knew that Morgan had a doctor’s
appointment today at ten and he wanted to know if she’d shown up and what
was going on.
That same morning after leaving her apartment, he’d had Devin draw up a
temporary contact with her stating that she would see the doctor of his choice
from now on. It had taken him the better part of a day to convince Damon to take
her as one of his patients. Morgan had given Damon permission to give Nick any
information he wanted about her pregnancy, so he was invoking his rights by
calling.
“It’s Nick, did she show up?” Tansy had answered the phone when he’d
called and when he told her who he was, she seemed less than happy to speak to
him. Tough.
“Hello, to you too. Yes, she was here. I did a thorough exam and the babies
are fine. She gained three pounds, which is normal this late in the second
trimester. Their heartbeats are normal, and they are very active,” he told him.
“How did she look? Is she eating? I mean, I read that the babies will gain
weight whether there is sufficient intake from the mother or not.” He’d been
reading a lot too. Damon had given him four books and he’d bought nearly all
the ones he could find at Borders Books.
“I can’t tell you that. The babies are fine. They appear to be gaining weight
and are active.” Something was off. The last time Morgan was in his office, he
had gone on for hours about her health, blood pressure, and her ankles swelling.
“What do you mean you can’t tell me? It’s a simple question. Is she all right?
“I mean I can’t tell you anything about Morgan. I can give you any
information you want about the infants, but according to the contract she has
with you, you aren’t to get any more than that. I kinda like it too. So, you can
threaten me all you want. But that’s the way it goes from now on.”
Nick realized that Damon was enjoying this. Damn it all to hell. Why did his
family like her better than they did him? He knew the answer to that. Because he
was being an ass.
“So you’re telling me that if her ankles were swollen up to five times their
normal size, you wouldn’t tell me?”
“Nope. Not unless it was going to harm the babies. Then I’d be obligated to
tell you, sorry to say.”
“Damn it, Damon, this is serious. Is she all right? I demand that you tell me if
she’s eating properly and is healthy.”
Nick heard Damon laughing, braying actually, as the phone went dead in his
hand. He’d hung up on him. His own brother had hung up on him.
Nick was five minutes early for his lunch date with his mom. Bergen’s was
busy, as they normally were on Fridays, but he had no trouble finding her. He
kissed her on her offered cheek and sat down after she did.
“When are you marrying Morgan? I heard from her that you’re setting the
entire thing up. She was just to show up and shut up.” His mother had always
been one to cut right to the point.
“Ten o’clock tomorrow morning, in Judge Carlton’s chambers. I didn’t tell
her she had to shut up; I merely suggested she hold her tongue. And I gave her a
choice of wedding plans. She’s the one who said she didn’t care.”
“Well, I’m going to be there. And you’ll give her your grandmother’s ring
too. If you’re going to go through with this farce, then you might as well go all
out.” She reached into her bag and pulled out the little jeweler’s box and slid it
across to him. He opened the box and looked at the ring that had been in his
family for seven generations.
It was a round two carat emerald with six quarter cut diamonds surrounding
it. The band itself was wide, nearly an inch, and made of twenty-four carat gold.
Each Grant that gave it to his wife added another diamond to the set. Last time it
was used, when his father had married his mom, he’d had to have a second band
added to hold his diamond. The small band that accompanied it was still nestled
in the box. Neither he nor any of his brothers had used the ring because his
mother had simply refused to let them, telling them that their choice of women
was wrong and she wouldn’t let this ring be lost to some bimbo. Turned out, she
was right to refuse. He wondered why she was letting him use it for Morgan.
“I can’t give her this. She and I aren’t marrying for anything other than
purely selfish reasons. Giving her something that means so much love to one
another would be a travesty. No, I have a ring already for her.” He pulled his
own box out of his jacket pocket and handed it to his mom.
This ring was vastly different than the one his mother had given him. It was
also different than the one he’d gotten from his friend Thomas the other night.
This one was a simple band of twenty-four carat gold and a single half carat
diamond. He wasn’t even sure of her ring size and had gotten the smallest one
they had, not even taking the time to have the ring wrapped for her.
“Nicky, don’t do this. Don’t do this to her or yourself. Call this off. Please?”
He wondered if Morgan had anything to do with this and decided that she
hadn’t. She wouldn’t get her million if they didn’t marry.
“I have to. She’s being well compensated. Don’t worry about little Miss
Becky. She’s going to come out smelling like a rose and on her feet for the first
time in her life. She’ll have money and lots of it. I’ll have my sons. That’s all that
matters.”
It occurred to him then that it did matter. It was beginning to matter a great
deal. Pushing that thought away, he picked up his menu to order, trying not to
think about the constant pain around his heart.
~~~
Morgan didn’t have any female friends to help her with her dress, so she
didn’t dress up. She had purchased her first maternity top yesterday at Wal-Mart
and was wearing it with a pair of nice maternity Capri pants she’d purchased at
the same time. Her shoes were a pair of sandals that she’d had for some time. She
just washed them in the sink and slipped them on. Her ankles hurt too much and
she couldn’t bend over to tie her shoes so she was glad for the simplicity of the
ones she had on. Besides, it wasn’t as if this was a happy occasion anyway.
Morgan arrived at the courthouse at nine-thirty and sat in the little alcove
waiting for this dickship to show up. She smiled at the name she’d dubbed Nick
with. She thought it suited him perfectly. She heard them before she saw them,
and was standing when his entire family came around the corner. Meggie broke
from her father and ran to her, arms wide open and a huge smile on her face.
Morgan went down on one knee to receive Meggie and her hug. It felt so
good that Morgan didn’t want to let go. Finally, Meggie pulled back and kissed
her cheek. Morgan struggled to stand up and was nearly there when she felt a
hand at her elbow. She turned to thank whoever it was, but her throat closed off
at the sight of Nick all dressed up.
He’d worn a suit and tie, as had the rest of his brothers. She ducked her head
down to hide the sudden tears and pulled away from him. Mrs. Parker hugged
her next and told her how lovely she looked with her hair down. The truth was,
she didn’t have the energy to braid the long tresses and just left it down most of
the time anyway. She didn’t go anywhere, so what was the point?
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Nick said gruffly.
As he nodded at Devin, he stepped forward and gave her the final copies of
the contracts. She’d had a copy delivered to her yesterday by courier and Libby
said it was right. She was to move into the house on Beckon Way right after the
ceremony. She’d had her things picked up by a moving company just this
morning and they were on their way to her new home. At least for the next few
months anyway. There was also a new car in the garage and a live in nurse to
care for her. She was going to go by the contract to the letter, nothing more, and
nothing less.
As soon as she delivered the twins, the house, the car, and any money in the
account was hers. The million dollars would be deposited into the same account
within twenty-four hours after he left the hospital with his sons. Nick was taking
care of all bills she’d incurred as the result of the pregnancy; everything else was
hers.
Morgan signed all the copies and was given one to take home. Another was
to be given to her lawyer, Libby. She didn’t know what happened to the other
two, but assumed that Nick got one, as had Devin.
The judge that was to marry them was a really nice elderly gentleman with
gray hair and twinkling eyes. He asked her if she had any family to stand up for
her before they started and she told him no. He nodded and stepped away from
her and to the Grants. At five minutes till the hour, two people showed up to
stand with her as family. Judge Carlson had called his wife Tess and she’d
brought her sister Caroline along too. Morgan was so touched she had to excuse
herself to go to the ladies room and compose herself. Tess followed and helped
her pin a beautiful rose to her shirt that she’d brought from her own garden.
“Teddy said you didn’t have any flowers either. I was working in the yard
and had just cut this when he called. It’ll be just lovely with your red hair and
all.”
So Morgan Becky became Morgan Becky Grant fifteen minutes later. The
ring that Nick had brought for her didn’t fit, so neither of them exchanged rings.
She was fine by that, less she’d have to return it when this was over. But he
assured her he’d get it resized and have it to her soon.
“I don’t want it. Keep it, or take it back. I’m fine without it.” She expected
him to make a snide comment, and he probably would have too, but Damon
stepped between them at the last moment and kissed her on the cheek,
welcoming her to the family. They’d had their “vows” altered to suit their
predicament, so the words “love,” “honor,” and “till death we do part” had been
omitted.
Mrs. Parker asked her to have an early lunch with them. Thankfully, she’d
not said celebrate. Morgan declined. She said she was tired and wanted to take a
long nap before going to Columbus later that afternoon.
Morgan was getting into the taxi to go back to the apartment when Byron
came out of the courthouse. He hugged her tightly for several seconds. By the
time he pulled away, she was crying openly.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Will you ever forgive me?” he said to her. She’d
delivered his site to him yesterday morning. She looked at him confused. “For
telling Damon you were pregnant. Nick might never have known if I’d of kept
my mouth shut.”
“No, he would have anyway. I’m required by law to tell him. You have
nothing to be sorry about, Mr. Grant. Things will work out, you’ll see. And
they’ll be raised in a good home with opportunities that I never had. You’ll see.
It’ll all be fine.” She hoped so anyway. At least that was what she kept telling
herself. With another hug, she was off.




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Next Release is Ruby The Gem Series  coming Feb 20th 2015

                                                 
Ruby Erickson was the best OR surgeon the small hospital had. Management had mandated that the doctors were to turn away any people for treatment that couldn’t pay. Under strict orders to follow the rules or else…Ruby operated on the young woman anyway. She’d never live long enough to survive the trip to County.
Josh Ewing was suffering from a bad breakup. He had moved to the small town to get away from his cheating ex-girlfriend and former best friend and partner. His sister Bri was here and was all he had left in way of family. When Bri comes up missing, Josh is beside himself with worry.
He finds his sister in a small hospital listed as a Jane Doe in critical condition. When he finds out that the doctor who saved her life had lost her job because she didn’t turn his sister away, he wants to do all he can for her…
She cut Josh off with a finger punching to his chest. “You’re damn right I saved her life. And do you think that because you put money in my account or paid nearly a hundred grand to my loans that I’m somehow going to be beholden to you? You fucking bastard, take it back. All of it, right now.” Josh shook his head and braced his arms over his chest as if to do battle. Quentin took a step back now. He wasn’t stupid. “You heard me, I want you to take back that money now, or so help me you’re going to need it for your own hospital bills.”
“Even if I could—which I don’t care if I can or not—I won’t do it. You risked a great deal to save her life, and I pay my debts.” Ruby growled and took another step toward Josh. It took Quentin several seconds to realize that something had happened in that short period of time.
Ruby didn’t have time for a mate, not now not ever. Josh wasn’t happy about it either, but discovered once he got past her stubborn surface, that she really was a rare gem.
But trouble doesn’t elude them for long. That ex-girlfriend of Josh’s was into some heavy stuff―things he didn’t know about―things that could get them all killed―things that put them all on the radar of the wrong people…
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX is Now Available To Read 

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“You can’t be serious. You want to go back to prison? Who in their right
mind... You are certifiable, did you know that?” Nick could not believe anyone
would want to go back to prison.
“I am not certifiable, you arrogant ass. I’m a realist. I can’t live here. I don’t
understand people. I can’t even raise a... I want you to get out of my room. I’ve
had enough of you today.” He watched as she struggled to get up on her knees
and move toward him on the bed.
“I’m not going anywhere until we get this resolved. You are not going back
to prison. Final.”
Morgan was close enough now that he could see her eyes. They were darker
because of her anger. They sparkled with fire and emotion. He suddenly had an
overwhelming need to kiss her. To pull her mouth to his and take, to taste her
again. He suddenly stepped back from her and she stumbled forward. He had to
steady her, or she would have fallen off the bed and onto the floor.
Nick didn’t want to get involved with her. Not now, not ever. She could be
carrying anyone’s child. Even his, but he didn’t... He couldn’t deal with that right
now.
“I have to go. I have to be...I have to go.” Nick was stammering and
stumbling as he made his way to the door. He didn’t even turn around and look
at his brother as he made his way out. He’d almost kissed her.
After he left her room, he wandered around until he ended up leaving the
building and along Maple Avenue toward the mall. Nothing was open this early
in the morning, but he moved along the sidewalks just thinking. He turned to
back to the hospital after a few miles of wandering aimlessly.
What if she was carrying his child? Then what? Should he marry her, give in
to her tricks? They didn’t seem to even like each other most of the time, so he
wasn’t sure how that would work. Of course, that could be a part of her plan too.
Marry then file for divorce, taking him to the cleaners. And what about his
brothers and their proposals? Would she accept one of them over him? But he
didn’t think they were tricks. The more time he spent with her, the less and less
they seemed like tricks and more like she was—
“Dr. Grant?”
Startled out of his musings, Nick turned toward the voice and saw Libby
Sugar standing in the shadows behind him.
“Yes. Is there something wrong?” He realized that the sun had started to rise
while he’d been sitting there. Pulling back his cuff to see his watch, he realized it
was almost six-thirty.
“Your brother Damon asked me to take you to Devin’s office. He’s been
detained on another emergency. Would you be all right with that?”
Shit, it was time. “Ah, yes, I guess that’ll be fine. Anytime you’re ready is
fine with me.” He stood up and stretched out the kinks in his back and
shoulders. He’d been sitting there for nearly two hours and was no closer to
figuring out what to do than before.
Forty-five minutes later and they were seated in Devin’s office waiting on the
results. His entire family had shown up to wait, with the exception of Damon.
He’d just called to say that he was on his way.
Nick didn’t know what to think about that. They would all be supportive,
but to whom, he didn’t know. His mom was still upset with him, he knew, and
Damon was barely speaking to him. He was standing next to the window,
watching the rain pelt the pane, when he saw Damon pull into the parking lot
below him. The gang’s all here.
As Damon slammed his door shut and was darting to the front doors, the
courier service pulled up too.
“They’re here. The service just pulled up out front. Damon is here too,” Nick
told the room in general. His belly suddenly took a slight jump. Then he started
rubbing his chest again. Christ, he could be a father in the next twenty minutes,
he told himself.
Devin had asked him how he wanted the information. He had his choice of
having it read by Devin in private, or Nick himself could read it in private, or
Devin could read it to everyone. Nick really didn’t know. He wanted all of them
to happen at the same time. Privately with his family while Devin read it to him
while he was still at home.
The courier handed the clipboard to him to sign, and once he had, handed
the envelope to him. Nick sat down with it and didn’t say a word.
Without looking at anyone in the room, he opened it and pulled out two
sheets of paper. The first one was a table with rows and columns on it. Nick
looked at it for several seconds and looked up as Damon walked over to him. He
handed it to him. He didn’t know what he was looking at anyway. The second
sheet was an explanation.
RESULTS OF DNA ANALYSIS
Interpretation: Based on the DNA analysis submitted, the alleged father
NICKOLAS PATRICK GRANT is the biological father of the twin unborn male
children of MORGAN BECKY because they share the same genetic markers.
Combined Direct Index: 17,446
Probability Percentage: 99.9942%
Nick’s first thought was, I’m the father; his second was, twins. He was the
father of Morgan’s twin baby boys. His and Morgan’s twin baby boys. Father. He
was a father.
“They’re mine. Morgan’s sons are mine.” He was sure his family was saying
something, but he couldn’t hear over the loud buzzing in his head. The only
thing he could understand was, “Twins, Morgan, Mine.” It kept a constant loop
going around and around in his head.
Nick didn’t know how long his mom had been saying his name when she
was suddenly in front of him. She was grinning. What the hell was there to be
happy about? he thought.
“I said, are you going to go and talk to Morgan? She must be excited. Twins.
And boys too. There haven’t been twins born in our family in a few generations.”
“She doesn’t know she’s carrying twins, or sons. She doesn’t know anything
about her babies other than their health,” Libby Sugar said as she sat down
across from him on the little, dark blue love seat.
“What do you mean she doesn’t know? How is that even possible?” Nick
asked her. Morgan was too thin, he realized. Much too thin to be carrying twins
and be almost seven months pregnant to boot.
“She doesn’t...no that’s not right. She feels she can’t get attached to the
babies. She’s not keeping them. And as for not knowing, she couldn’t afford an
ultrasound so none was ever preformed on her. She’s been barely making it
every month with just paying for the doctor and hospital bills in advance,” Libby
said. He watched as she pulled out a sheet of paper with neat columns on it.
“The doctor demanded that she pay up front for his services. Let’s see, that’s
about eleven thousand dollars. And as she doesn’t have insurance, she’s been
making a payment every month to a special account to pay the hospital with
when she delivers.”
“Is that why she’s so thin? She’s not eating to pay the bills?” How could she
jeopardize her health like that? Why the heck wasn’t she asking for help? That
sobered him. Why should she ask for help? She had to know he wouldn’t have
given it to her.
“No, she’s thin because Simon had her on a three thousand calorie a day
intake. He told her he didn’t like his women to put on too much weight at
delivery. He was about to lower that to twenty-five hundred because she’d had
too much of a gain last month. He’d never checked for multiple births, and as she
couldn’t afford the ‘extras,’ as he called it, he’d never tested her.” Damon sat
down next to Libby on the love seat.
“Is that common practice, to have women eat so little during pregnancy?”
Nick asked. He stood up and began pacing the room. He just happened to glace
over at Damon when he realized he was rubbing his chest. Damn it, he was
under a little pressure here, he thought.
“No, actually, it’s very unsafe for both the mother and the baby. In Morgan’s
case, babies. Morgan isn’t all that big anyway. If she makes it to full term, she’ll
be grossly underweight and may be too weak to deliver on her own,” Damon
told him.
“If? What do you mean if she makes it to term? You won’t let anything
happen to her, will you?” He watched as Damon looked over at Libby. “What’s
going on? What’s happening with Morgan?”
“I’m no longer her doctor as of you reading that letter. She went back to
Simon this morning.”
“Damn it! What is wrong with her? Does she want to die?” Nick sat down
again. Hard against the seat and back. Did she? Neither Libby nor Damon would
look at him directly. “Mother fuck!” he shouted.
After getting Devin’s car keys, he took off back to Zanesville. It was high
time him and his little mother-to-be had a long, serious talk.
~~~
“No, please, don’t hurt me again. I hurt so badly now.” Morgan had to get
away before he caught her. Her legs ached and pulled. Something was wrong
with her, something bad. If he caught her, he’d kill her. She could see the light
ahead, the tiny pinhole of light. She opened her eyes.
Hospital room…she was back in the hospital room. When she had blinked
enough, she realized that Nickolas Grant was sitting on the little couch and
staring at her oddly. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was
nearly eleven-thirty. He knew about the baby. Morgan felt along her bed sheets,
found the pull for the nurse, and pulled gently on the cord.
“Morgan? Are you all right?”
She ignored him. No, she wasn’t all right. She was seven months pregnant
and in the hospital, stupid schmuck.
A nurse pushed open the door a few seconds later and walked in on them.
Morgan still hadn’t acknowledged him when he greeted the nurse politely. She
did, however, smile for Shannon.
“Hi, Dr. Grant. Morgan, whatcha need?” she asked her.
“I need to go to the bathroom, please. And get a shower.” She started to
straighten out her gown and fuss with the sheet. She’d had a bad dream and had
soaked them through with sweat.
“All right, but try to only stand up for five minutes. You remember what the
doctor said. Stay off your feet as much as possible.”
She nodded. She knew what Damon had told her. He’d said to stay off them
altogether, but she was no longer his patient.
When she stood up next to the bed, she swayed heavily. Her vision blurred
and she had to quickly lean back against the bed. If Shannon hadn’t been holding
on to her, she would have fallen in a fat heap on the floor. Morgan saw Nick
move to her side, but she didn’t, no, she couldn’t look at him right now.
“You don’t need a shower that bad. Get back into bed before we have to pick
you up off the floor. Stupid woman, don’t you know the meaning of the words
too much?” he said.
Morgan would have laughed at the look of pure shock on Shannon’s face at
his words if she hadn’t been trying so hard to stay upright.
It took her all of an hour to get to the bathroom and bathe. She hadn’t had
the energy to shower, so Shannon helped her take a quickie bath. It felt good to
lie in the water and relax. Especially after getting to wash her hair for the first
time in two days.
When she came out of the bathroom, Nickolas was still in the room. As
Shannon was helping her back to the bed, he walked over. Actually, she thought
it looked more like stalked over, scooped her up into his arms, and deposited her
on the fresh bed. Even as she squeaked with indignation, he already had her put
down and himself on the couch again.
Giggling loudly, Shannon left them alone again. She didn’t have the energy
to deal with him, so she rolled to her side away from him and put the sleeper to
her cheek, rubbing gently.
Shannon had found it just this morning. It had gotten wound up in her
blankets when she’d been taken down to the x-ray room yesterday. She had been
so happy she cried for nearly ten minutes.
Morgan was just closing her eyes when she heard a chair being moved across
the room. Apparently, he didn’t like being shut out. She didn’t care and started
to close her eyes again.
“I want to talk to you about our children.”
Oh, now they were... Her eyes popped open and she stared at him. Children?
As in more than one? He didn’t say another word. She knew he had to know she
didn’t know about the children. Damon would have told him she didn’t have
any information about the baby, or babies, she guessed now. She closed her eyes
again and realized what Shannon had meant when she’d said she needed to buy
another one, another sleeper. Sons, they were twin boys.
“Okay, I’ll talk and you’ll listen. Starting right now, you’ll eat as much as
you want. No, let me amend that, you’ll eat as much as Damon tells you to eat.
Every day, Morgan. As soon as you’re released from the hospital, you’ll live in
my house with me. I have several servants there that will see to your every whim
when I’m not there. Someone will take you to your doctor’s appointments and
you’ll follow the doctor’s orders to the letter. I’m very serious in this.” She
thought he was finished with his rules, but apparently, he was saving the best for
last. “And as soon as it can be arranged, we’ll be married.”
Morgan didn’t even open her eyes or say a word. He could say whatever he
wanted, about whatever he wanted, but she was a grown woman. There were
long minutes of silence. Too long, she guessed later. It wasn’t long until she was
sound asleep.


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Ruby Erickson was the best OR surgeon the small hospital had. Management had mandated that the doctors were to turn away any people for treatment that couldn’t pay. Under strict orders to follow the rules or else…Ruby operated on the young woman anyway. She’d never live long enough to survive the trip to County.
Josh Ewing was suffering from a bad breakup. He had moved to the small town to get away from his cheating ex-girlfriend and former best friend and partner. His sister Bri was here and was all he had left in way of family. When Bri comes up missing, Josh is beside himself with worry.
He finds his sister in a small hospital listed as a Jane Doe in critical condition. When he finds out that the doctor who saved her life had lost her job because she didn’t turn his sister away, he wants to do all he can for her…
She cut Josh off with a finger punching to his chest. “You’re damn right I saved her life. And do you think that because you put money in my account or paid nearly a hundred grand to my loans that I’m somehow going to be beholden to you? You fucking bastard, take it back. All of it, right now.” Josh shook his head and braced his arms over his chest as if to do battle. Quentin took a step back now. He wasn’t stupid. “You heard me, I want you to take back that money now, or so help me you’re going to need it for your own hospital bills.”
“Even if I could—which I don’t care if I can or not—I won’t do it. You risked a great deal to save her life, and I pay my debts.” Ruby growled and took another step toward Josh. It took Quentin several seconds to realize that something had happened in that short period of time.
Ruby didn’t have time for a mate, not now not ever. Josh wasn’t happy about it either, but discovered once he got past her stubborn surface, that she really was a rare gem.
But trouble doesn’t elude them for long. That ex-girlfriend of Josh’s was into some heavy stuff―things he didn’t know about―things that could get them all killed―things that put them all on the radar of the wrong people…
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