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When the Cameras Stop Rolling...
Connie Cox
On-screen doctors, off-screen fireworks!On set they make a dream team, but when the credits roll the sparks fly between TV celebrity doctor Eva Veracruz and her brand new co-host Dr Mark O’Donnell. While Mark’s arrogant manner gets under Eva’s skin, his smouldering glances have her heart racing for all the wrong reasons.For widowed Eva and recently divorced Mark the last thing they need is an off-screen relationship. So why is it so hard for these medics to take their own advice?
“Fine. I’ll go.”
Now Mark narrowed his gaze at her. “I don’t need a pity date.”
“That’s good, since I don’t do pity dates. I only do pepperoni, extra onions.”
“Extra onions? You don’t do goodnight kisses, either, then, do you?”
“Never on a first date to a pizza parlor.”
“Is it the venue? You need a more upscale wine-and-dinery?”
“Nope. It’s the first date thing. Why waste a good kiss if I’m not sure about a second date yet?”
“Right. Because kisses are in limited supply.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Mine are rare, which makes them extremely valuable.”
“Then I’ll treasure it properly should I ever decide to accept one.”
“Should you decide?” She gave him her best smoldering look, along with a very deliberate lip-lick. “I could make you beg.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
His answer was flippant, but the widening of his pupils told another story. Eva would bet anything his pulse was racing.
At least she wasn’t lusting alone. She found herself leaning forward, as if she were being sucked toward him.
Dear Reader,
Have you ever met a man who makes your heart race, your nerves tingle and your world a more exciting place to wake up to?
From the moment Dr Eva Veracruz saw Dr Mark O’Donnell swagger across her talk show studio and flash his smile at her cameras, she knew he would be trouble. And she’d had enough trouble in her life to know better than to go looking for more.
But her only choice was to smile for the camera. After all, the show must go on.
Experience had taught Mark O’Donnell that smart and sexy meant trouble. Instincts told him Eva Veracruz was trouble with a capital T. But instincts were overruled by the way Eva’s deep dark eyes sparkled under the bright lights.
The chemistry they share in front of an audience doesn’t stop when the lights go down. In fact, that chemistry turns to an offscreen passion that Eva and Mark keep from acting upon.
But real life isn’t scripted with witty sound bites and perfect people who solve their dilemmas between commercial breaks.
When their life stories have more conflict than the most dramatic of stage plays, can their made-for-TV romance survive?
What really happens when the cameras stop rolling?
Connie Cox
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About the Author
CONNIE COX has loved Harlequin Mills & Boon® romances since she was a young teen. To be a Harlequin Mills & Boon® author now is a fantasy come to life. By training, Connie is an electrical engineer. Through her first job, working on nuclear scanners and other medical equipment, she had a unique perspective on the medical world. She is fascinated by the inner strength of medical professionals, who must balance emotional compassion with stoic logic, and is honoured to showcase the passion of these dedicated professionals through her own passion of writing. Married to the boy-next-door, Connie is the proud mother of one terrific daughter and son-in-law and one precocious dachshund.
Recent titles by Connie Cox:
HIS HIDDEN AMERICAN BEAUTY
THE BABY WHO SAVED DR CYNICAL
RETURN OF THE REBEL SURGEON
Available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk
When the
Cameras
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Connie Cox
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CHAPTER ONE
DR. EVA VERACRUZ glanced at the clock for the fifth time in as many seconds.
The buzz from the live studio audience for Ask the Doc was upbeat. A good sign.
The guest speaker was not yet in the studio. A bad sign. A very bad sign.
“Where is he, Phil? Where’s this supermodel doctor you found who’s supposed to catapult our ratings past our competitor?”
Her producer, Phil, shrugged. “He’ll be here.”
“Our viewers trust us to give them good medical information and I respect that trust. I thought you did, too. I’d much rather have an accomplished speaker who knows our topic, regardless of looks.”
“If we don’t get our ratings up during sweeps week, our viewers won’t get any information, good, bad or otherwise.”
Ask the Doc might only be a local television show, but local in the New Orleans area translated to quite a large viewing audience.
Eva had heard rumors of syndication, rumors she wholeheartedly supported. Bigger and better, right?
That had been before their competitor station had decided to run a reality show against their time slot. Eating bugs and getting knocked into the water by giant blow-up fists was trumping good, solid medical advice.
Their sponsors were not happy. How could they sell their balm to cure the diaper rash of their viewers’ babies if no one was watching their commercials?
If they couldn’t beat the national reality show they would never get a chance to become syndicated as they would be off the air instead.
Phil lifted an eyebrow. “I know my job. I checked his background. Dr. O’Donnell is a respected E.R. doctor who has become renowned for recognizing heart attacks in women.”
“But can he talk on television?”
“Getting him to talk is your job.”
Since she hadn’t gotten to meet him yet, she had no idea what kind of speaking talent this Dr. O’Donnell had. But she was good at her job.
Phil looked at the clock. It was time. “Stall and watch the wings.”
“Got it.” The intro music played as she walked onto the set, thinking fast and revising her opening speech in her head. She would normally tell her audience about her guest, but if he didn’t show …
Eva waved to the crowd, catching a glimpse of herself in the monitors. Her jet-black curls were going wild down her back and around her face as the humidity of the New Orleans morning crept into the television studio.
The make-up artist had gone big and bold with the red lipstick to complement her scarlet dress—as if her big mouth needed any more help. Even without cosmetics her lips already looked like they had been overfilled with collagen, even though she’d never touched the stuff.
She did have to admit that her olive complexion looked a lot warmer with the hint of red showing from beneath her white lab coat.
“Hello, New Orleans. Welcome to Ask the Doc. I’m your host, Dr. Eva Veracruz. We have a very important show today for all you hard-working women out there. We’ll be talking about heart attacks and the signs and symptoms we all need to be aware of.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Phil give her the thumbs-up as he pointed to a shadowy figure in the wings.
Eva revised her opening remarks on the fly. “And we have a guest who has first-hand knowledge of our topic today. Let’s give a big hand to Dr. Mark O’Donnell from the Crescent Street Emergency Care Clinic.”
The crowd’s polite applause audibly increased as Dr. O’Donnell came into view. Phil, the show’s producer, had accomplished his goal. The man could have been an underwear model.
At least six feet four to her five feet eleven plus four-inch heels, he was taller than her. His eyes were a vivid Aegean green that could only come from tinted contacts. His haircut looked vaguely rebellious, like it had been close cropped once upon a time and now needed a touch-up. It was a cross between brown and a very dark russet.
He was not the type she usually went for, preferring a more military look. But, then, she’d had no type in quite a while, which might explain her extreme reaction.
Not only did he make her pulse throb, her whole metabolism seemed to pick up speed as he came toward her. What was it about him that made her adrenaline rush?
It wasn’t just his looks. It was his attitude.
She was a sucker for a strong personality. Since she knew that about herself, she also knew to keep him at arm’s length. Not a problem. She wasn’t ready for a man in her life. She was still recovering from the last one.
The show’s intro song faded into the pre-taped segment she’d recorded yesterday with information on how to contact local emergency care personnel and where to write in for heart-attack information while she got the good doctor seated.
His swagger made the audience sit up and take notice even if he didn’t deign to look at them. He walked in like he owned the place.
He had the kind of cocky attitude she would never fall for again.
She could tell by the clothes he wore that he was a rule breaker, which too easily transitioned into heartbreaker for any woman foolish enough to get close to him.
The show requested business attire, in his case a suit and tie. Instead, he wore his lab coat over scrubs.
With the way the lighting was set, the white of his coat with the white of her own custom-tailored lab coat would blanch the set.
She could see her producer already scrambling behind the cameras, trying to figure out how to salvage the video quality. How could she help from her hosting chair?
At her gesture, Dr. O’Donnell stood in front of the chair opposite her.
“Please say something so the sound engineer can do a final microphone check,” she requested.
He looked at a loss, then said, “Something.”
Eva couldn’t help smirking. This was going to be a challenging show.
Dr. O’Donnell would do his guest shot. She’d make him look like a natural in front of the camera by feeding him the answers to the questions she asked him and covering his pauses with insightful comments. Their ratings would soar and he would be another featured rerun during their off season.
Had it only been two years since she’d left the free clinic environment and entered the television market? She’d learned so much since then. Her innate ambition nagged at her, making her anxious to move up to the next level—national exposure. Her agent had said it was time to put the word out on the street that she was interested in bigger and better things before everyone heard about Ask the Doc’s falling ratings.
But, then, committing to her television career would mean she’d made a clear-cut decision to leave the practice of medicine behind.
Good, right? She would no longer be plagued by nebulous thoughts of one day returning to clinical work as she trod her newly chosen path of being a television personality.
Could she find fulfillment, could she find peace if she never called herself a doctor again?
Her mind skittered past the possibility of turning her back on the career she’d spent her whole life working toward.
Concentrate on now. Not the future, Eva. Interviewing the pretty-boy doctor who had a blank expression on his sculpted face took precedence over everything else. She could salvage this interview. She was a professional.
“Welcome, Dr. O’Donnell.” She made a split-second decision. Instead of offering her hand to shake, she unbuttoned her own lab coat and whipped it off. Speaking to the cameras, she waved her hand down the length of her wrap-front dress.
“Notice the red dress I’m wearing today in support of educating everyone about the signs of heart attack in women.”
She ignored the self-consciousness she felt that the dress was intentionally a smidgeon too tight to fit better under her lab coat.
“Whenever you see a red dress, refresh your memory on the early symptoms of a heart attack. Your early response could save a loved one’s life. Isn’t that right, Dr. O’Donnell?”
She stared into his deep blue-green eyes, noticing the amber ring around his pupils.
He stared back.
Finally, he answered, “Yes.”
A single, monotone response. This was going to be one of those interviews.
Pretty is as pretty does. Eva would gladly trade this eye candy before her for a glib, knowledgeable doctor of any physical description.
Well, if she was going to have to muscle through this, she might as well get something out of it.
Unapologetically, she would enjoy the view while he was here.
She waved him into the visitor’s chair, noticing he hesitated before she seated herself. Good manners? Or a suspicious nature, not agreeing to anything until he’d made up his mind?
