Waking Up to Love

Release date: 26 May 2014
Waking  Up to LoveAs a kid, Ramona always loved visiting the McInney family next door. They provided comfort that her own household never could. Plus, she always had a thing for Scott McInney … the boy who knew all her secrets … the boy who up and married her twin sister, Vanessa, instead. Scott broke Ramona’s heart.

Now that Ramona and Scott are all grown up, things aren’t going well for the McInney family. Mrs. McInney is in a coma after a cruel twist of fate, and Vanessa ran off soon after the wedding. No one knows where she is or why she left. Now it’s Scott’s turn to be heartbroken.

Before things can get any worse, Mrs. McInney wakes up in her hospital bed. She’s groggy and confused, but she’s going to be okay. The only problem is that her heart is still weak, and any shocking news could prove fatal. Scott knows he can’t tell her about his wife’s disappearance, at least not right now. There’s only one thing he can do: ask Ramona to pose as her sister—his wife—at least until things calm down.

BUY NOWRamona thinks she can handle the charade. All she has to do is suppress all those years of pining, and infatuation … and love. It’s easier said than done, though, because the more time she spends with the handsome boy next door, the more she realizes that she can’t keep her hands off him.

by Evan Purcell

Sensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors

Author Bio:
Evan Purcell is an American teaching English in rural China. You can find him at www.evanpurcell.blogspot.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/evanpurcell1.


An excerpt from Waking Up to Love:

Ramona walked out into the hallway.

“… and there’s not much more we can do in the hospital,” Dr. Nguyen was telling the brothers. His smile was still there, but it was slowly fading.

“So she’s going to be fine?” Scott asked.

Dr. Nguyen nodded. “There’s no reason to think otherwise. However, it will be a long road to recovery, and her heart is extremely weak.”

Ramona thought back to the beeping heart monitor. It sounded so faint, so quiet.

“But I thought you put her on medications to help fix that,” Rob said.

“We did,” the doctor answered. “But it’ll take some time for her heart to go back to full strength. She’s out of the woods for now, but any big surprises, especially in these first weeks, could be … well, they could be deadly.”

Ramona felt herself recoil. Deadly? Any surprises?

Dr. Nguyen looked at Scott and Ramona, waiting for any more questions. When neither of them said anything, he told them, “I’ll print out a list of instructions for her care. It won’t be too difficult, mainly keeping close watch at all times and making sure she doesn’t suffer any unexpected shocks. But I would like to say that she seems to be in the right hands. You all seem to genuinely care for her.”

He walked away.

Ramona started to walk back into room 418, but Scott stopped her. “Wait,” he said.

Ramona twisted out of his grip. His fingers were scratchy and calloused, as they had always been. Even when they were children, long before he started working with his hands, she’d thought his fingers were rough. That part about him hadn’t changed. In so many little ways, he was the same Scott he always was.

She felt her pulse quicken at his touch. This was the child who’d played games with her, the boy who’d watched out for her, and the man who’d left her behind, all in the same frustrating package. She didn’t want her heart to flutter. She didn’t want the corners of her mouth to instinctively curl into a smile. Most of all, she didn’t want his touch to feel so comfortable, so warm, so right.

“I need to ask you something,” he said. “Something very important.”

He leaned forward until they were the same height. His expression was dead serious, and whatever he was going to ask her, he meant it. For an extremely long second, Ramona thought he was leaning in to kiss her.

He didn’t. Instead, he looked her straight in the eyes and asked, “Can you pretend to be your sister? At least for a few days?”

Ramona thought about it for ten seconds. Her heart beat. She blinked. Finally, after ten seconds of waiting and thinking, Ramona Scapizi had her answer: “Hell, no.”