REVIEW COMMENTS  

Bachelor Doc, Unexpected Dad…“Overall, Ms. Drake has delivered a good read in this book where the characters progressed brilliantly and had me really enjoying their journey to happy ever after…”
- Sara/Harlequin Junkie

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Goodreads… Gwessie Tee’s Reviews: Reunited With Her Army Doc (Five Stars)It was amazing. Utterly fantastic read, definitely love this book and looking forward to reading the next one too. I won't give spoilers what I will say is that this awesome read has everything you can want as well as a little mystery, I utterly adore this story and the characters and glad there will be more.

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Saved by Doctor Dreamy by Dianne Drake: What an enjoyable, fast-paced read Ms. Drake has penned in this story about a heroine wanting to become more independent, a hero running from his past and where the plot kept me entertained from start to finish due to the medical challenges these two face, their back stories and their growing relationship...Overall, Ms. Drake has penned a really good read in this book where the chemistry was wonderful, the main characters illustrate really well that opposites do attract, and the ending was gratifying.”
~ Sara@HarlequinJunkie

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The Nurse and the Single Dad By Dianne Drake: This was my first time reading a “Harlequin Medical Romance”, which I really enjoyed, given my years of working in healthcare and hospitals specifically. I will definitely look for others...” ~ Sara @HarlequinJunkie

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“As always Dianne never fails to deliver and prove without a shadow of doubt there is hope after tragedy, even if you are not looking for it, and love is always the best medicine, thank you for a truly touching story.” ~ Gwessie Tee

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“This was a beautifully written book. This story brought tears to my eyes...” ~ Paula Legate

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“...the Nora Roberts of medicals.”- Author Susan Carlisle

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Two Dianne Drakes under the one cover was an enjoyable treat!
-From Mills & Boon website

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What a sweet romance...I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and look forward to reading more of Ms. Drakes’ work.
- From Coffee Time Romance

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I recently discovered her, and enjoy her tremendously.
- Found on Smart Bitches Trashy Books

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For a medical romance this story has more than enough action and drama to hold anyone’s interest, and the romance is only a small portion of its appeal.
- From Coffee Time Romance

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Reviewed on the Mills & Boon website:

Firefighter With A Frozen Heart - An excellent story written with emotional depth and understanding.

Engrossing and probably Mrs Drake's best yet.
- Ten out of ten

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P.S. You’re a Daddy: This is a story of the love for a sister and family. Funny and loving, laughed, cried and waited for the happy ever after. Good read!

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 A Child to Heal Their Hearts: “To be honest a book set in a holiday camp for recovering sick children didn't sound an appealing subject and I'm also not particularly keen when children form a large part of the plot. However Mrs Drake has written so compellingly about this that I was able to forget my prejudices. Reid is an engaging and dedicated hero while enigmatic at first, Keera's emotions were portrayed realistically and sympathetically. There were unexpected turns in the plot and I ended up thoroughly enjoying this book. Nine out of ten"

Of Interest

Because I live in Indiana, and James Whitcomb Riley was a native son, this always seems like the most appropriate autumn poem there is. It’s also one my mother recited to me every autumn, when I was a child.

When the Frost is on the Punkin

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me
I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

A FEW FUNNY TYPOS
(We all have them in our books, but some are better than others.)

"THOU SHALT COMMIT ADULTERY." An error found in a 1631 Bible. I always figured those Puritans were up to something.

From Penguin's The Pasta Bible, a recipe calls "salt and freshly ground black people." It’s said that 7000 copies of the book were destroyed due to the misprint, but it boosted the sale of the book. Not having cannibalistic tendencies myself, I really have no comment.

From the first edition of Theodore Dreiser's 1925 novel An American Tragedy: "…harmoniously abandoning themselves to the rhythm of the music – like two small chips being tossed about on a rough but friendly sea.” What a terrible waste of chips.

Odd Medical Cures of the 1800s

-- FOR THE CHILDREN. Life was hectic, and children were often overlooked. But rest assured, there was always a medicine available for sick kiddies—one that was guaranteed to make them sleep well and stay out of their parents’ hair. They were called soothing syrups, and that’s just what they did—soothed. But, who wouldn’t be soothed by a medicine made of morphine sulfate, chloroform, morphine hydrochloride, codeine, heroine, powdered opium and cannabis indica? Yep, that’s what the kids were taking back then.



-- MERCURY, ANYONE? Mercury was the cure-all for just about everything.  Feeling tired? Try Mercury. Cut your finger? Take Mercury. Trouble in the old digestive tract? Forget the fiber and go for the mercury.  A little over a century ago, you simply weren’t getting proper medical treatment if it didn’t involve mercury (skip the part where mercury’s side effects cause chest pains, heart and lung problems, coughing, tremors, violent muscle spasms, psychotic reactions, delirium, hallucinations, suicidal tendencies, spleen damage and, oh yes, DEATH.)  On the bright side, mercury did help prevent the spread of STDs, but it was also the cause of something called Silver Liver Syndrome, which was treated by…you guessed it. Mercury!

-- GOT A COUGH?  Take heroine. Yes, it really does cure a cough, but it turns into an awfully costly, addictive and illegal cure. Originally developed by Bayer (the aspirin people).

-- IMPOTENT? Okay, today it’s called erectile dysfunction and all you have to do to fix the problem is take a pill (in most cases). But, if you lived in the 1800s, your cure was a little more complicated. It was an elaborate belt that gave off a nice shock to a place where most men prefer not to be shocked. The shock resulted in a certain “rise” and there must have been an element of success in this torture device which was advertised for “weak” men because several companies manufactured the gizmo.

-- HEMORRHOIDS? This “cure” predates the 1800s, but it’s still a good one. The treatment – a hot poker up the you-know-what.

-- A FEW EXTRA POUNDS? Back to the early 20th century—eat a tapeworm. Yum. And if it didn’t cause malnutrition, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and anemia, you probably still didn’t lose any weight. But it was all right there in the advertising: “FAT, the enemy that is shortening your life BANISHED! How? With sanitized tapeworms. Jar-Packed.”

-- GOT ASTHMA? Or lung problems or a sore throat? Smoke a cigarette. “It’s like honey to your throat.” Prior to 1800, tobacco smoke had another respiratory use. Used as an enema and blown up the patient’s anal orifice, it was said to give the ailing respiratory tract a kick-start by warming it up with the smoke.

 

Interesting Facts About Famous Authors

• Edgar Allan Poe married his 13-year-old cousin.
• Ernest Hemingway was a competitive bullfighter.
• Charles Dickens was a hypnotist.
• John Steinbeck wrote movie scripts that had nothing to do with his books.
• Jack Kerouac never learned to drive.
• L. Frank Baum was so obsessed by chickens, they were the subject of his first book.
• Harriet Beecher Stowe lived next door to Mark Twain.
• Alexandre Dumas fought his first duel at age 23. His trousers fell down on that occasion.
• Before he became a novelist, Dan Brown was a pop singer.
• Agatha Christie hated her character Hercule Poirot.
• Louis L’Amour received 200 rejections before he was published.
• In 1871, Mark Twain invented one of the first bra straps.
• Beatrix Potter hated children, would tell them to buzz off.
• J. R. R. Tolkien would dress up as an axe-wielding warrior and chase his neighbor down the street.
• Noah Webster was T. S. Eliot’s great-uncle.

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The Thief
by Nance Hill

Beyond your perception, I’m full of deception;
from you, I will loot, filch and forage,
I’ll approach with a smile, and steal all the while;
The stash goes in notebooks for storage.

I’ll pilfer your grin, or the last place you’ve been,
or your habit of slapping your knees,
the puns that you sprinkle, your lips as they crinkle;
Whatever I fancy, I’ll seize.

Perhaps I’ll abscond with a faux pas you’ve spawned,
or a client you met on the job,
your wild-patterned tie, the half-tear in your eye;
With a swipe of the pen, I will rob.

Then I’ll gather my plunder and rend it asunder,
revise ‘til there’s only a hint.
You won’t know what I’ve taken until you’re quite shaken
to see that I fenced it in print.