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    Paging Dr. Cupid
    Paging Dr. Cupid
    Paging Dr. Cupid
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    Paging Dr. Cupid

    By Nancy Fraser

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    Newly appointed Chief of Emergency Medicine Dr. Garrett Langley can't seem to find a secretary to keep up with his demands. His love life isn’t going so well, either. He recently lost his long time girlfriend to his older brother and saw a workplace romance end in disaster, leaving him with a busy career but no love life. Piano prodigy Grace Valentyne forfeited the second half of her Julliard scholarship to come home to California and care for her mother. Now, with her mother gone, she must find a job in order to pay for the remainder of her education. When offered the opportunity to work for the physician nicknamed Dr. Cupid, she jumps at the chance. Grace soon finds herself in over her head—and not just with the office equipment. But falling for the boss won’t get her back to Julliard. She needs to keep her focus and not let the sexy doctor derail her professional goals.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Wild Rose Press
    Release dateFeb 3, 2017
    ISBN9781509212316
    Paging Dr. Cupid
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    Nancy Fraser

    Nancy Fraser is Henry A. and Louise Loeb Professor of Political and Social Science at the New School for Social Research. Her many publications include Fortunes of Feminism (2013), Scales of Justice (2008), Adding Insult to Injury: Nancy Fraser Debates Her Critics (2008) and Redistribution or Recognition? (with Axel Honneth, 2003).

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      Paging Dr. Cupid - Nancy Fraser

      Inc.

      Garrett tugged on the sleeves

      of the sterile gown and stripped it from his arms before tossing the stained garment in the nearby hamper. A quick glance at his wrist told him it was nearly nine-thirty. He pressed his thumb to his temple and reminded himself the headache would go away as soon as he had something to eat.

      He’d spent the past twelve hours on his feet covering for two ER interns who’d not bothered showing for their twenty-four shift. He was tired, hungry, and most likely smelled like day-old fish. He was also in desperate need of a shave. He felt more like a bum than a respected physician.

      Still, there was nothing he could do about it other than grab a quick bite and head to his office for a few moments of downtime before his eleven o’clock department head meeting.

      He gathered up a bagel with cream cheese, an apple, and a large cup of black coffee from the commissary and took a left turn at the first corridor. He’d barely reached the halfway point in the long hallway when he saw her…his new secretary.

      Much, much younger than her four predecessors, she was hunched over her typewriter, a long string of black ribbon in one hand, the unraveled spool from which it came in the other. He closed the distance between them and stopped in front of her desk.

      A brief lift of her head was the only acknowledgement she gave of his arrival before she returned her attention to the items in her hands. I’ll be with you in a quick minute, she said, her voice far huskier than he’d expected given her young age. A shot of awareness skittered down his back.

      Praise for Nancy Fraser’s

      ONLY YOURS

      Enjoyable plot, good characters, solid ending. The novella does a good job at creating an illusion of a fuller, longer story, when in fact, it is a quick lunch-hour read.

      ~Happily Ever After Chapter

      ~*~

      Sweet, clean romance with unique and fun setting.

      ~Musing & Ramblings

      ~*~

      Nancy Fraser delivers a sweet, fun story with just a hint of spice. The characters are easy to identify with and are very easy to like. This story is a wonderful addition to your library.

      ~Y2J Reviews

      Paging Dr. Cupid

      by

      Nancy Fraser

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

      Paging Dr. Cupid

      COPYRIGHT © 2017 by Nancy Fraser

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

      Contact Information: info@thewildrosepress.com

      Cover Art by RJ Morris

      The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

      PO Box 708

      Adams Basin, NY 14410-0708

      Visit us at www.thewildrosepress.com

      Publishing History

      First Vintage Rose Edition, 2017

      Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-1231-6

      Published in the United States of America

      Dedication

      To Eleanor C, Betty D, and Shirley B…

      You’ve all suffered the medical office drama

      by my side!

      Chapter One

      Santa Rosa, California, January 1967

      Garrett Langley stood in the doorway of his new office and surveyed the disheveled mess left behind by his predecessor. Files littered the floor and threatened to topple from the gray metal cabinets lined up like statues against the back wall. His desk, or what he could see of it, was buried beneath an onslaught of textbooks, loose patient records, and worst of all, remnants of someone’s hastily eaten lunch.

      All-in-all, it was a disaster. And now it belonged to him.

      The desk just outside his office door was empty. As usual. He glanced at his watch. Half-past three. Too late for lunch, too early for the end of the work day. Perhaps staid Mrs. Milligan had gone the way of the three secretaries before her…unable to cope with the demands he’d made to clean up the mess left by the previous chief of emergency medicine.

      It was bad enough he was still learning his chief’s responsibilities, he shouldn’t have to oversee the organization of the medical office as well. Cleaning up after a lackadaisical womanizer who worried more about furthering his reputation with the ladies than his practice of medicine was not what Garrett had envisioned when he’d accepted the appointment.

      Yet, there was nothing for it but to marshal forward. Provided, of course, he could find an assistant competent enough to do the job.

      Garrett lifted the telephone receiver and dialed the all-too-familiar extension. While he waited for the personnel office to answer, he made a half-hearted effort to clear at least one small area of his desk.

      Personnel. Mrs. Bellamy speaking. The matronly voice rang out across the line, the curt tone grating on his nerves.

      Garrett forced a lighthearted approach to the call. Ah…Mrs. Bellamy. So nice to be speaking with you again so soon.

      The usually staid personnel director smothered an outright chuckle but couldn’t hide the sarcasm in her tone. Dr. Langley. I was wondering how long it would take for you to realize you’d chased off another one.

      Biting back the urge to defend himself and his skills as a boss, he explained. I was doing rounds. You know…doctor stuff. She was here when I left the office at eleven and gone when I returned at three. There was no sign of her coat, hat, or that dreadful plant that kept shedding all over the carpet.

      Mrs. Bellamy’s long, drawn-out sigh rattled across the line. Perhaps if you were…uh…nicer.

      Nicer? His frustration mounting, he silently prayed for a calm he surely didn’t feel. I’d all but done the filing for her.

      A long sigh preceded her next words, the over-extended emotion one would use when explaining something to a stubborn child rather than an adult. Mrs. Milligan claims the office is in too much of a shambles to decipher a system. She says the moment she began working on the files she was overcome with a headache so dreadful she couldn’t see straight.

      Garrett pressed his fingertips to his left temple and forced his own headache into the background. "May I remind you, and anyone whom you may find to work for me, this shambles was a gift from Dr. Taylor, not one of my making. And were it not for the fact that I’m required to supervise the emergency room staff, complete rounds twice a day, and put in at least three shifts of my own each week, I’d have already cleaned this mess up myself."

      Another, shorter sigh proceeded Mrs. Bellamy’s tart, The hospital doesn’t pay you a chief’s wages to file patient records, Dr. Langley.

      His grip tightened around the handle of the receiver. "They’re

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