Excerpt: Medicine, Horses, & Motherhood

I have permission from publisher Sunstone Press to distribute an excerpt from an unusual crossover novel by Texas surgeon Barbara Bergin. "Endings" mixes Bergin's own worlds of medicine, horses, and motherhood with a strong romantic core.

It's the story of Leslie Cohen, a 40-year-old doctor who perpetually takes temporary "locum tenens" assignments to stay on the move. While filling in for an orthopedist in Abilene, Texas, she meets a man who might make her quit running.

"Endings" is laced with loving descriptions of ranch and horse life, packed with fascinating accounts of medical procedures, and loaded with mystery surrounding Leslie's hidden history.

The excerpt is entitled "Reining" and is a detailed scene at a horse event that Leslie and her date attend. It shows off the author's background as a nationally ranked horsewoman.

You can read the excerpt at the following URL:

Little Mermaid - Part of Your World

Crazy For You -- Jennifer Crusie

Hi! I'm new to this community, and I decided to post one of my favorite quotes:

"'For the past two weeks, I've waited, and I've watched you and I knew you'd come back to me because you belong to me. Every guy thinks that about the woman he loves... Look I know it's not right, but that's the way it is. I watch you walk across the stage, and I look at your butt and I think, That's mine. I watch you stretch up to take a paint can from Thea and you shirt gapes open and I think, That's mine. I listen to your voice and your laugh and I watch you eyes and your mouth and I think, That's mine. Even when you were saying no, you were mine. It doesn't go away. You can't talk me out of that. Every move you make belongs to me. I know it's wrong, and I don't care.'"
        - Nick to Quinn in Jennifer Crusie's
Crazy For You

Hope you enjoyed it (I can see how you might think Nick's a creepy obsessed guy, but I like the possessive nature), and for those of you who haven't read the book, it's really cute :]




Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evie ~ Marianne Stillings

She approached the table, and Max rose from his seat. He was a gentleman, she'd give him that. He was freshly shaved, and wore a dark blue suit and dark tie. He looked like he'd just stepped off the pages of the Totally Hot Guys Way Out Of Your League Gazette, and he knew it, the bastard.

He winked at her, and his mouth kicked up at one end in a flirty smile. Wowee-zowee, what a hunk.

Her heart fluttered. She ignored it. All this fluttering-heart nonsense was probably taking years off her life.

Ah yes, must avoid any heart-fluttering; detremental to our futures. A message from the Marianne Stillings Institute For Woman Around Hot Men.
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Duchess in Love - Eloisa James

"A nightingale," he said. The bird sang on.  It sounded sorrowful to Gina.  As if the nightingale sang of lost love and an impure life.  Tears fell down her cheeks. "Are you crying?" Cam said in the suspicious voice of a man who hated female tears. "No," Gina said shakily.  "It's just rain on my cheeks."

"Have you ever slipped into your sheets naked? Rushed outdoors in the morning before brushing your teeth? Danced on the lawn in your bare feet?"

"A good many of your fantasies seem to involve being both uncleaned and unclothed," she replied with dignity.

Jayne Castle's After Dark

Melanie folded her arms and leaned against the door frame. "It would certainly be a whole lot easier to prove if you had not been alone in said bed. I've been warning you for months about the dangers of not having a more active social life. Now you see the risks of being celibate for extended periods of time."

"Right. A person never knows when she's going to need a good alibi for murder."
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TWILIGHT by Stephenie Meyer

Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as the realization of danger slowly sank in. He could smell that from where he sat. His smile turned mocking.

"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in--my voice, may face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!" Unexpectedly, he was on his feet, bounding away, instantly out of sight, only to appear beneath the same tree as before, having circled the meadow in half a second.

"As if you could outrun me," he laughed bitterly.

He reached up with one hand and, with a deafening crack, effortlessly ripped a two-foot-thick branch from the trunk of the spruce. He balanced it in that hand for a moment, and then threw it with blinding wpeed, shattering it againts another huge tree, which shook and trembled at the blow.

And he was in front of me again.

"As if you coul fight me off," he said gently.

I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I'd never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated façade. He'd never been less human...or more beautiful. Face ashen, eyes wide, I sat like a bord locked in the eyes of a snake.

His lovely eyes seemed to glow with rash excitement. Then, as the seconds passed, they dimmed. His expression slowly folded into a mask of ancient sadness.

"Don't be afraid," he murmured, his velvet voice unintentionally seductive. "I promise..." he hesitated. "I swear not to hurt you."

From the wonderful TWILIGHT, written by Stephenie Meyer--it's a paranormal romance featuring vampires.

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Dangerous by Amanda Quick

He grasped one of her hands in both of his. "My darling, I have longed to see you alone."

Prudence tried unobtrusively to free her hand and failed. "Why?"

"Because there is so much to explain." Edward kissed the hand he had seized. "You must believe me when I say that I have never forgotten that magical summer in Dorset."

"Which summer? We have had several, you know. We get one every year, in fact."

half a page later

"I confess that the time I had with you was stolen time my dearest. It was all I could give you. And it was not enough for either of us, was it?"

"Actually, I believe it was quite enough for me," Prudence said.

Edward smiled sadly. "You cannot hide your true feelings from me, Prudence. I know that your love for me was too fine and pure to ever be extinguished."

"I fear it was not quite that fine or that pure because it seems to have gone out like a candle."
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Hello all! I caught sight of this community, and just had to join. I'm also a member of the romance_whores and romancenovels communities. Gotta love all the love, lol. Anyways, here's a tiny snippet for you, just because it makes me laugh.

Galahad by Angela Knight in the anthology Bite


She twisted her head around and grinned back at him. Did Sir Galahad, badass of the known universe, just say "wow"?

A faint flush rose over his arrogant cheekbones. That was you.

It was not! You lying vampire! She rolled off him and grabbed the pillow. Before she could hit him with it, he grabbed her and dragged her beneath him.
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Seize the Fire by Laura Kinsale

"It was all rubbish, of course, everything he said: kindly meant and terrifyingly sweet to hear. Olympia feared for how vulnerable she was to such nonsense, how often she'd tried to excise aristocratic vanities such as a concern for her personal appearance from her soul. She was glad she wasn't beautiful; she was proud that her governess cared more for Olympia's wardrobe than she did herself. But sometimes, when she looked in the mirror at her round cheeks, her heavy brows and small mouth and ridiculously large eyes, all monstrously out of classical proportion, she longed with a shameful fierceness to have Julia's slender neck and perfect face.

In the silence that roared in her ears he moved closer. He put his hands on her imperfect throat and lifted her imperfect chin and bent his head to her flawed and trembling lips.

He kissed her.

And she fell in love. Helplessly; hopelessly -- a consummate disaster. She felt it happen while he mouth came against hers and his gloved fingers pressed into the tender skin behind her earlobes. It was something physical, a tangible wound, a terrible rent in the fabric of her life, as if her whole self had been torn from her body and replaced by something else entirely. Something that belond not to her but to him."

I love Laura Kinsale's writing for its lyrical quality.