Forever Sheltered by Deanna Roy
(The Forever Series #3)
Publication date: July 23rd 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
The newest book in the bestselling Forever Series is out – Forever Sheltered!
Tina would rather sew up her girl parts with dental floss than go on a second date with a man. She's been dumped enough to know not to get attached.
So how DOES she end up half-naked in Surgical Suite B with Dr. Darion?
Dr. Darion has a lot to hide. His baby sister is the only family he has left, and he’s not leaving her treatment to some incompetent hack.
But now he’s breaking every hospital rule imaginable. He lied about his sister so he can manage her care, and now he’s banging the art therapy teacher between patient rounds like a fraternity boy at a keg party.
But Dr. Darion and Tina have one thing going for them – a fierce passion for each other that just might obliterate all their doubts, and solve all their problems.
Forever Sheltered includes many favorite characters from Forever Innocent and Forever Loved, as well as the much-anticipated wedding of Gavin and Corabelle.
It is a standalone HEA that does not require reading any other parts of the Forever series.
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Interview with a freakishly fun Book BFF
Today we’re chatting with Jenny, a character in Deanna Roy’s Forever Series, including the bestselling Forever Innocent, Forever Loved, and now Forever Sheltered, which just came out July 23.
Hair color: PINK! Of course. Oh, you mean the real stuff? No telling. I’ve been pink since I was 13. It’s probably some horrid ashy brown. The world will never know, thanks to Manic Panic. (My bathroom always looks someone just murdered Strawberry Shortcake.)
Work: I’ve been slinging coffee at Cool Beans for about six months. Recently I’ve been blowing it off due to my new movie director boyfriend. Did you see me on the celebrity gossip site! I looked DE-LISH. If I had skipped the panties, I might already be famous. (Oh, stop it. You’d do it too if you could be the talk of the nation.)
Boyfriend: Normally I’m all over all the boyz. But director boyfriend is RICH. He wanted a plaything. I wanted new furniture. Don’t judge. You should have seen my old stuff. I know he’ll toss me aside shortly, but right now, I’m on the highway to B-List Party City.
BFFs: Corabelle and Tina. I’m hard to be friends with. I know I’m a flirt. I’m as subtle as Miley Cyrus on an award show. So a lot of girls won’t be around me. They think I’ll steal their boyfriends. But I have a code. It’s a serious set of rules I don’t violate, not ever. No boys of friends. No ex-boys of friends. Never ever. So see, I’m not so bad. Just know that if we’re out clubbing, if I see him first, you better stake your claim in a hurry, or else, he’s MINE. (Well, once the director calls a wrap on the current affair.)
You can follow Jenny’s amusing relationship with her movie director in Forever Sheltered. Or her relationship with her Teaching Assistant in Forever Innocent. She’ll probably have a new flame by the next book.
Interview with a Doctor
Today we’re going to learn more about Dr. Darion Marks, a pediatric oncologist in San Diego who sometimes finds himself examining his new love in Surgical Suite B, when he’s not fixing her torn panties with duct tape.
Q: So Darion, why a doctor?
A: It’s called parental pressure. No pre-med, no money for college. But I like it. It was a good call. I hate it when parents are right.
Q: What’s the best part of your job?
A: Watching kids with cancer walk out of the hospital in remission. I’m still hoping we’ll get my little sister there. We’re working hard.
Q: So tell me about Surgical Suite B.
A: (Coughs.) It’s an unused room –
Q: You know what I’m talking about.
A: Some … things have happened there. Tina and I have sort of, well, broken it in, you might say.
Q: What’s the best thing about Tina?
A: You mean other than her willingness to meet meet me in Surgical Suite B?
Q: Dr. Darion!
A: You started it.
Q: Okay, okay. What’s one thing about her you would never change?
A: It’s an odd answer, I know, but her sadness. It connects her to her art. It’s the pulse point of her life. She lives life fully, even carrying that grief around. I admire her for that.
Learn more about this hot doctor and his new love, Tina, in Forever Sheltered, just released July 23.
SHORT Excerpt from Forever Sheltered
The voice that came from the door was like an icy blast. “Do you have any more personal questions that are completely out of line for your relationship with my patient?”
I whipped around. Dr. Darion stood in the door, glowering like a gargoyle.
“I—I was just asking about a song Cynthia performed for me yesterday.”
His eyes narrowed. I wondered what I possibly saw in him before, because now he was clearly the biggest jerk in the universe.
He snatched my arm and dragged me from the room.
I tried to wrench free as he moved us down the hall. “What is going ON with you?” I asked.
“Hush,” he said.
We turned down a narrow corridor, and he buzzed us through a door with his ID. I had never been in this part of the hospital and tried to figure out where we were. The back side of ICU, maybe.
He shouldered open a door marked Surgical Suite B. The room was dim and empty. Boxes were stacked along one wall, and it had an unused smell to it, stuffy and antiseptic. A pair of gurneys were pushed together next to a line of cabinets.
“What is this about?” I asked, jerking my arm out of his grasp.
“Why were you in Cynthia’s room asking questions?”
“Why are you dragging me through the hospital like a lunatic?”
We were only inches apart, me defiantly on my toes to try to eliminate the advantage of his height.
“You have no business questioning my patients or their family.”
Oh, I wanted to punch him. My hand curled into a fist. “You are an awful man, Darion Marks.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up, then down, like he had swallowed something nasty. “I’m sorry I dragged you down here,” he said.
I shoved at his chest. “Sorry? You just embarrassed the hell out of me! No telling who saw that.”
I pushed him again. I was really in a fury. “Are you TRYING to get me fired?”
The contact between us sparked, like a match being lit. I forgot why I was mad. He was so freaking close. He wore cologne, just a hint of it. He smelled like heaven. My heart sped up. Crap.
I tried to think how to get out of this. I needed to just walk away. We were alone in a dark room.
Shoot. I could already tell my body was getting ahead of my head. It was calculating distance. Seeing how far I could push this man. How close I could get.
Remembering how long it had been since my last tryst with anybody.
I would have to do the one-and-done with Dr. Darion after all.
I leaned in, just to see what he would do.
WHEW! See what happens in Surgical Suite B in Forever Sheltered by USA Today bestselling author Deanna Roy.
LONGER Excerpt from Forever Sheltered
I walked down Tina's hall late morning, intending just to wave.
But when I got to the window of her art therapy room, she was alone inside. Instead of just walking by, I poked my head in. "Got a second?"
Tina stood up from the box of markers she was wiping down. "Sure." She tweaked her ponytails, a gesture that made me smile. When she wasn't all upset, she was damn cute.
The big window made us super visible, so I stood by the door. "I just wanted to see you."
"How is Cynthia?"
"She's stable. Low-grade fever, but nothing like yesterday."
Tina relaxed her clenched hands. "Good, I'm so glad. I was so scared for her."
"We've had worse, actually."
"I don't know how you stay so calm."
I leaned against the door. "That's what we have to do." I wanted to hold her close, pull her into me. I thought about asking her down to the empty surgical suite, but that seemed self-indulgent.
Tina tugged on the bottom of her sweater. She had this bohemian chic look today, a fitted ice blue cable knit over a deliberately wrinkly skirt. And the stockings, of course. Blue and beige stripes today. I couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing a bra.
"Come here," she said, and headed toward the supply closet.
I glanced back at the window. As soon as I stepped away from the door, I would be visible to passing staffers.
"I won't sully your sterling reputation," she said. "Well, not on purpose."
She opened the door, but the closet was not a walk-in, just a set of shelves.
"I don't think I'll fit," I said, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me behind the open door.
Now I got it. We fit in a triangle of space formed by the corner of the room and the open door. No one could see us now.
I pulled her in tight. For just a moment, I let the stress and fear over Cynthia flow through me. I could feel it, actually allow it to penetrate. How did families without the resources I had manage this? Even though I could control every aspect of her care, I still felt helpless. So much of how a disease progressed was left completely to chance.
I rested my cheek on Tina's head. She gripped me around the waist, her face buried in my lab coat. Something surged in me, a protectiveness I'd felt for no one but my sister. Damn. She was getting to me.
My finger lifted her chin so she looked up at me. "Can I see you later?" I asked.
She nodded. "Meet me down here when you get free."
I leaned down to kiss her. Her mouth was paradise, soft and pliant. I intended to keep it simple and light, but within seconds I felt hungry for her. I held her head with both hands and pressed her into me, diving between her lips, tasting her, spearmint and coffee.
I felt lost, running my hands along her body. The sweater was soft and textured. I desperately wanted to know about the bra, a little secret to carry with me through the day. I ran my hand across her breast and felt the nipple harden beneath the sweater. None today. I smiled against her mouth.
Just one touch. One brush of her skin. My hand slid down her side and up under the sweater. I bumped across each rib as I moved up her body. My thumb rested at the base of her breast, rounding the curve. When my palm cupped her, she exhaled against my mouth in a sigh.
Too much. I wanted her so terribly. I had to pull myself away. Get control. I withdrew from her sweater and ran my hand through my hair.
She straightened her clothes. We looked at each other a moment and burst out laughing.
"You're insane, Dr. Marks," she said.
"I just suspected you weren't performing the recommended breast self-exam, Ms. Schwartz," he said. "I have to look after my patients."
She pushed me against the wall and pressed against me. "How about testicular exams? Should we add those in? I'm not very skilled, but I make up for it in enthusiasm."
God. I was rock hard. Thank goodness for the lab coat. "I can't get enough of you," I said.
Tina's expression was soft and easy, a gentle smile. "We'll meet up later."
I pushed away from the wall. "I look forward to it."
She peeked around the door. "All clear." She pushed it back around until it closed. "Thank you for your concern about my mammary health."
"Anything that keeps you proactive." I couldn't stop smiling as I headed for the hall. Then I stopped and turned around. "I might have to send you text messages reminding you of the body parts you should take particular care with, or I will need to examine them."
She sat back down at the table, resuming her marker cleaning. "Then I just might have to tell you which of my body parts should be at the top of the list."
I swallowed hard. I was done for with this one. And the way Cynthia felt about her too - I had never been this involved, ever. And we'd been on one date. One mostly failed date.
I opened the door to head back to my rounds. But I'm pretty sure a big part of me stayed behind.
Deanna Roy is a passionate advocate for women who have lost babies. She founded PregnancyLoss.Info in 1998 and runs many online and in-person support groups. She is the author of several two-hankie reads, including Forever Innocent, Stella & Dane, and Baby Dust.
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