Today we are celebrating the release of Healing Touch by Brenda Rothert. This is a contemporary romance, standalone novel. Check out the links & my review of the book below.
She spends her nights treating patients, but Dr. Jocelyn Drake’s own wounds are unfixable. Her ex-husband and his younger, bouncier girlfriend work just a few floors away at Tulane Medical Center, and they serve as a constant reminder of what Joss lost. But a fierce determination to continue her research project and a shred of remaining pride keep Joss from transferring out of the Big Easy.
Carson Stephens recently returned from a tour of duty in the Middle East, and though willing women present themselves at every turn, his closest companion is loneliness. His night-shift work supervising the electrical and mechanical systems at the hospital is a perfect fit – it’s solitary work putting broken things back together.
When the electrical system on Joss’ floor goes haywire, she’s frazzled by the sexy electrician who sparks her dormant sex drive. He’s brooding and cocky – so not her type. But if Carson has his way, his hands will work their magic on more than just the wiring, and he’ll show Joss a night of passion that restores her shattered confidence.
But what happens after that night? As their relationship grows into something more, Joss and Carson face ups and downs, and they both realize that the healing has only just begun.
Jocelyn is a doctor who has had the worst kind of betrayal a woman could have – but unfortunately for her, she just isn’t able to get away from the reminder of that betrayal. Her ex – husband and the woman that he cheated on her with work at the same hospital as her.
I liked Jocelyn – she is strong, intelligent and a no – nonsense woman who just wants to live her life without being the subject of gossip at her workplace.
Carson, on the other hand, is a vet who suffers from PTSD, and is alpha to his core. He works as maintenance man for the hospital where Jocelyn works. He has a myriad of issues; but somehow it doesn’t end up making him an assh*le nor a manwhore, which I appreciated like you wouldn’t believe.
There is an instant connection (more like insta – love) between them – but what I liked was the fact that this novella actually focused on more of relationship between Jocelyn and Carson – another fact that I actually liked about the book.
Healing Touch is a novella, and I definitely went into the book expecting an insta – love situation – which is exactly what I got in the book but there was also substance; not only to the plot but to the characters as well.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
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I was smiling before I even opened my eyes. The smell of Carson on my sheets had that effect. We’d both worked third shift last night and then come to my place to sleep. Well, we slept after epic sex, followed by omelets from a nearby diner.
I wished he was still in bed next to me, but I’d heard him get up and leave a couple of hours ago. He just didn’t need as much sleep as me. Five hours seemed to be his max.
I was pretty sure I didn’t have a max, but my minimum was seven hours. I always had to be prepared for my next shift at the hospital to run over.
After a quick shower, I dried my hair and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. When I walked into my kitchen to brew coffee, I smiled when I saw that Carson had already put in a filter and grounds for me. I pushed the brew button and went to unload the clean dishes from my dishwasher.
He’d already done that, too. The man was so incredibly nice to have around. He was sexy as hell and amazing in bed, but he was also considerate in ways I’d never known in a man. Even after just a couple of weeks, I was attached.
I wondered where he was. He’d been restless this morning when we’d gone to sleep. Lots of tossing and turning was his usual, though. I suspected he was plagued by bad dreams, but I didn’t want to bring it up. He’d tell me if he wanted me to know.
Hopefully, he was at the gym, which always seemed to clear his head. I’d gone with him a couple of times, but my workout game was . . . not strong. He’d patiently taught me how to lift light weights and skipped his own workout to oversee mine. And even the light weights were damn heavy and left me sore for days.
I preferred to get my exercise from walking. I picked up my cell phone and texted Hattie to see if she could meet me at a café a couple of miles from my place. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and I was in the mood to walk somewhere.
She wrote right back and said sure, so I put on my walking shoes and sunglasses and set off.