Western Romance & Mystery
Paty Jager
Clay Halsey not only loses his sight in an accident but his self-confidence as well. His brothers enroll him in a blind school. Feeling worthless and unwanted, it takes the courage of a young man and the trust of a woman to help him see he has future.
Doctor Rachel Tarkiel has settled for a life healing others and ignored her emotional wounds. When Clay shows her friendship and affection, she wonders if there is a chance she can have a life like others, or are her scars too deep to heal?
Praise
Ms. Jager has written an appealing character study of two people who have significant hurdles in their life and still fight to play a role in the larger society. Her understanding of the period is as impressive as it is interesting. The portrayal of Clay’s point of view, given he can’t see the world, is brilliant as well as inspiring. As you come to know Clay, his being blind hardly matters since his other senses are so acute and provide the reader a unique view of his experiences. Rachel is a woman with modern day sensibilities trapped in the limits of the 19th century. When these two people meet, love happens quickly and marriage is sure to follow—or is it? Warm, romantic and sincere.~ 4 Star Review from Love Western Romance
Historical romances just don’t get any better than Paty Jager’s DOCTOR IN PETTICOATS. This book is a magnificent tribute to one talented author. I was literally swept away from page one of this highly addictive novel. This is the type of romance that will leave an empty spot in your heart once you finish the last page. There is no way that you will not be able to resist Clay or Rachel, their tragedy to triumph romance is one of the finest this reviewer has ever experienced. ~ Mystic Reviews
Excerpt
“I’m going to look in your other eye now.” She, again, placed a hand on his face and opened the eyelids, stilling her fluttering heart as she pressed close. His clean-shaven face had a couple small nicks on the edges of his angular cheeks. The spice of his shave soap lingered on his skin.
She resisted the urge to run her cheek against his. The heat of his face under her palm and his breath moving wisps of wayward hair caused her to close her eyes and pretend for a few seconds he could be her husband. A man who loved her and wouldn’t be threatened by her occupation or sickened by her hideous scar.
His breathing quickened.
A hand settled on her waist, slid around to her back, and drew her forward. Her hand, holding the lens, dropped to his shoulder, and she opened her eyes. This behavior on both their parts was unconscionable, but her constricted throat wouldn’t allow her to utter the rebuke.
Clay sensed the moment the doctor slid from professional to aroused woman. The hand on his cheek caressed rather than held, her breathing quickened, and her scent invaded his senses like a warm summer rain.
