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    All A Man Could Want
    All A Man Could Want
    All A Man Could Want
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    All A Man Could Want

    By Linda Wisdom

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    How could Dr. Kate Bradley succumb to a sexy patient in her own office!

    The beautiful dermatologist's problem was obvious. Mark Harrison bore a near-fatal resemblance to the notorious movie idol, Ty Winters. Computer programmer by day, celebrity look-alike by night, Mark swept the dedicated doctor off her feet. Nothing had interfered with Kate's dream of establishing her own private practice until now. This devastating man wanted her to know the real Mark Harrison while he seduced her with Ty Winters' irresistible charm. She couldn't afford love's distractions. But how could she say no once she'd said yes to the man who set her afire?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Wisdom
    Release dateFeb 25, 2014
    ISBN9781311503084
    All A Man Could Want
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    Linda Wisdom

    Linda Wisdom has published more than 70 novels with 13 million copies sold worldwide including traditional, paranormal, humor, action/adventure romance, and romantic suspense. Her bestselling books have been nominated for Romantic Times awards and the Romance Writers of America Rita Award. She lives with her husband in Murrieta, California.

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      All A Man Could Want - Linda Wisdom

      ALL A MAN COULD WANT

      By

      Linda Wisdom

      SMASHWORDS EDITION of a classic Linda Wisdom romance

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      Joyride Books

      All a Man Could Want

      Copyright © 2013 by Linda Wisdom

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      All a Man Could Want

      Many thanks to Dr. Orville Stone for his assistance in explaining the idiosyncrasies of the virus that causes Alopecia (hair loss). –LW

      CHAPTER ONE

      Are you alone? The man's low, husky voice sent a chill racing through her.

      Kate turned around, intending to ask how he'd entered the medical office after hours, but something stopped her.

      Yes, she replied, wondering if he had blundered into the wrong office.

      Before her stood a man wearing a tan fedora slipped down low over his brow and a trench coat reminiscent of a forties Bogart film.

      The man looked as if he was afraid someone would jump out and attack him. Kate held back a smile at his cloak-and-dagger demeanor. He looked so harmless that she wasn't the least bit concerned about her safety.

      He studied her as if seeing past the saucy feather cut of hair the shade of freshly ground cinnamon. He saw her aquamarine eyes hidden behind lightly tinted aviator style glasses. She was watching him with the intensity of a spider tracking its favorite fly. The starched white lab coat she wore was shapeless, but he doubted the figure hidden under the starched fabric was. He just couldn't understand why she looked so puzzled to see him.

      Is there some problem? he asked finally. I mean, Sylvia did call you about my needing to see you, didn't she? You know, Sylvia Krantz from Dual Faces.

      Kate opened her mouth to inform him that nothing was wrong and to ask who Sylvia was, but the man's sudden movement stopped her question.

      He discarded his coat and carefully draped it across a chair near the reception desk. Without his coat on he looked up-to-date, dressed in a pair of neatly creased jeans and a forest green velour pullover. He hesitated before pulling off his hat to reveal thick hair the color of polished mahogany.

      Well? he asked almost defiantly, catching her studied look.

      Kate shrugged, confused by his question. She was too busy trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. If he was asking her medical opinion, she couldn't see any marks on his skin to indicate his need of her services as a dermatologist. You tell me, she prompted.

      He grimaced, turned around, and ran his fingers through his hair. Kate understood what the problem was when she saw two patches of bare skin, each about the size of a quarter.

      Without thinking, Kate stepped forward and inspected the spots at closer range. A simple case of Alopecia Areata, she diagnosed without hesitation.

      The man turned around to face her. Alo—what?

      Hair fallout, she clarified.

      Baldness doesn't run in my family, he informed her flatly, irritated by her reply. It was clearly what he didn't want to hear.

      She wanted to smile at his frustration. And they claimed women were the vain sex!

      I'm not talking about baldness in the genetic form, she explained gently. Although the precise cause of alopecia is unknown, we believe that stress is a factor; and so are viruses—

      Fine, then you can give me some pills or a shot to clear it up—he grinned sheepishly—although I'd really prefer to take pills, since I'm not all that keen on getting shots. To be honest, I'm scared to death of needles.

      Kate found his rich smile doing strange things to her pulse rate. I'm afraid it isn't that easy...We still don't know a great deal about this malady.

      Terrific, so I'm going to lose my hair after all! he said angrily, pacing back and forth in front of her. You're not relieving my mind one bit.

      She held up her hand to silence him. We don't know what causes it, but we can treat it.

      His big brown eyes widened. That's why I'm here. Sylvia said that you had success in treating this, Dr. Thompson, but it seemed too good to be true, if you know what I mean. After all; I thought I was some kind of throwback in my family and I'd be looking like Yul Brynner in a couple months.

      That explained everything! This nice-looking but slightly batty man had mistaken her for her partner, Sam Thompson. Kate started to explain the error when the other doctor walked in.

      Good, you're still here! the doctor said to Kate. And you must be Mr. Harrison. I'm Dr. Thompson. Sorry I wasn't here when you arrived, but I was called out of the office. I see you've met my partner, Dr. Bradley.

      Yes. He turned to Kate with an outstretched hand. We just haven't met formally. Mark Harrison, Doctor. His eyes twinkled merrily. They gazed at each other until Sam's discreet cough broke the spell.

      Why don't you come back with me to the examination room, Mr. Harrison? Sam suggested.

      Mark looked as if he would prefer to stay put, but he walked with Sam to the rear of the office, where the treatment rooms were set up. Just before he disappeared from Kate's view, he turned his head and presented her with a bold wink.

      Kate suppressed the sudden urge to laugh as she heard the door close behind the two men. She tossed her lab coat into the clothes hamper in their small laboratory, picked up her purse, and left the office, locking the door behind her. But leaving didn't mean she had forgotten the smiling man with the big brown eyes.

      The Thompson and Bradley medical offices were bustling with activity the next morning when Kate entered by the private side door entrance.

      Good morning, Margie, the front office nurse, greeted her. Hope you're ready for a busy day.

      Is there any other kind? Kate replied, laughing. Unable to stop herself, she glanced down at the appointment book, but there was no name after the previous day's five thirty slot. Why wasn't Mark Harrison's name listed? When she got a free moment, she'd ask Sam about his secret patient.

      Kate's morning turned out to be even busier than she'd expected. What with treating the usual acne and skin diseases, she scarcely had a chance to take an extra breath and she saw Sam only in passing. She spent her lunch hour at a nearby health spa working out and then took a quick swim before returning to the office.

      What a hunk! Denise, one of the back office nurses, was saying to the other women at the front desk.

      The store just got these in, and I couldn't resist buying one, Shari, the office's bookkeeper, told them. She looked up at Kate. Kate, come see the sexiest man in the world.

      Kate's smile faded when she looked down at the large poster. It showed a man who had just stepped out of a bubble-filled tub, bubbles clinging to his flat stomach at a level just short of indecency. The smile on his face and the look in his brown eyes spelled sex in capital letters. He was the man who had flirted with Kate in the doctors' office the previous evening. She glanced down and saw a scrawl across the bottom.

      Ty Winters, she murmured. Oh, yes, he was in a movie last spring that broke all box office records. She hadn't seen the film but remembered all the publicity surrounding it and the egocentric star who still made the front pages with regularity.

      And he has another one coming out soon, Margie told her.

      Wouldn't it be wonderful if he came in here? Denise said sighing.

      Kate almost choked.

      Can you imagine someone so gorgeous having skin problems? Shari pointed out, giggling.

      Kate could. And she imagined a great deal more as she remembered a few facts surrounding the infamous Ty Winters. Especially the large number of women gracing not only his life but his bed.

      Say, Kate, Sam began, stopping her in the hallway later that day, would you mind staying a little late this evening? I have a patient coming in to begin his treatment, and I have to leave.

      She nodded. Sure, I'll take care of it.

      Luckily, the afternoon proved not to be as busy as the morning had been, but Kate still didn't have time to ask Sam how the famous actor had come to be his patient. Now she understood why Ty Winters had used a false name and came after hours. Denise and Shari wouldn't have wasted any time falling all over him, as both doctors well knew.

      At the end of the day Kate took the time to run a brush through her hair, apply lipstick, and spray on cologne. Feeling refreshed, she felt able to face just about anyone. From experience she knew that Sam usually stuck her with the problem patients, and she wouldn't be surprised if this was another one.

      By five thirty the offices were quiet, and Kate used the time to catch up on her paperwork.

      Hello? a man's voice called out.

      Kate recognized the voice instantly. Ignoring the funny sensations in her stomach, she stood up slowly and tucked her blouse into her skirt more securely.

      Mr. Harrison, she greeted him coolly, silently condemning Sam to Outer Mongolia for handing this particular patient over to her. This was the last favor she'd do for him. Would you come back with me, please?

      Anytime. His murmured reply only served to add a bit more iron to her backbone.

      Mark was surprised by Kate's frosty demeanor, but he couldn't keep back a wide grin at the prospect of seeing her instead of Sam. He had asked Sam if Dr. Bradley could treat him, and Sam, obviously sensing something in the air, readily agreed.

      Mark had wondered if he'd only imagined those snapping blue green eyes, her fine-boned features, and a mouth ready to kiss. In fact, it was the latter that had kept his mind occupied the rest of the night. He was glad to see his fantasies were more than true.

      He walked into the examination room and hitched himself up on the examination table.

      Should I take my clothes off? he asked tongue in cheek.

      Kate speared him with a cool look. That won't be necessary for this kind of examination. His words had brought back a memory of Ty Winters's infamous poster in perfect detail. Too bad he looked better in person. It was hard to equate the reputation of a swinging stud with a man who looked at you with eyes that belonged on a cocker spaniel puppy. She picked up a vial and opened a drawer to withdraw a hypodermic needle wrapped in a sterilized package.

      Uh—Mark was watching her—what are you doing?

      To date, the most effective treatment for alopecia is injecting small amounts of cortisone under the skin, Kate replied, injecting the hypodermic in the vial. It's nothing to worry about—there are no side effects.

      You're going to what? he asked, his voice rising in horror at the vivid picture of what she was going to do to him.

      She smiled. There's no need to worry. Actually, there's very little pain involved. She set the vial on the counter and worked with the needle, tapping the barrel, pushing the plunger up a fraction to force out any air bubbles.

      Mark looked a little green around the gills. As I told you before, I hate needles, he confessed, unable to keep his eyes off what he likened to an instrument of torture. To tell you the truth, I'm scared to death of them.

      Then it's a good thing I'm treating the back of your head. That way you won't have to worry about seeing the needle. She smiled benignly. Would you please lie down on your stomach? And don't worry about a thing…It's not half as bad as you're making it out to be.

      If you have to give me a shot, why don't you just stick the needle in my butt and get it over with? he asked hoarsely, turning his head to look at the needle with the same fascination a mouse might have for a cobra.

      Kate smiled. Sorry—won't work. Please, lie down. It really won't be that bad.

      Mark groaned. That's easy for you to say. You're not the one having intimate contact with a four foot needle. He complied by stretching out on the table. Be gentle with me.

      Kate looked down at the splendid male form before her and experienced feelings that had nothing to do with the doctor-patient relationship. She thought of the sexy poster and could easily envision the man in front of her rising out from the white froth. A man who was well known for his conceit and libido, not necessarily in that order. She wondered if he used the name Mark Harrison when preferring to be away from the public eye.

      Ow!

      Mark's yelp was expected. She smiled and wondered why grown men were the worst patients when it came to these injections.

      You can stop now, he begged.

      Not yet, she crooned, injecting the medication into another patch of skin. "I can understand now why Dr. Thompson had you come

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