Prescription For Love; Book 4 in the Reyes Family Romances Series
By Fiona McGier
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This is the 4th book in The Reyes Family Romances. Find out about the other books at my website. Enrique comes from a family of eight. Many of the romances of others in his family are chronicled in the other books.
Enrique, the oldest of the Reyes sons, was named after his father’s father, creating a special bond between them. While in medical school, Enrique accompanied Abuelo back to his hometown in Mexico. Now Enrique is the doctor there, enjoying his practice and his adopted town. The only thing he is missing is a wife. Enrique wants an equal: a strong, independent woman whom he can woo into sharing her life with him. When Tanora Doyle, a bi-racial research biologist arrives in town, he is intrigued. But will the baggage she carries keep them apart? Or can Enrique cure whatever ails her, and solve his problem as well?
Note this book has an attempted rape scene, which the heroine is able to successfully fight off. This makes her feel empowered, and no longer afraid of men.
Fiona McGier
I write contemporary erotic romance novels. Contemporary because having sex without birth control is a scary thought. Erotic, because I love to read books with sex scenes in them, so I write them too. And romance because the drive to pair up is a most basic human need, but the ways it can happen are endlessly fascinating.I write contemporary erotic romance novels about strong, independent women who are busy living their lives. When they meet equally strong, independent men, the sparks fly! Sooner or later one or both of them realize they are meant to be together for the long-term, and the "dance of love" moves to a whole new level of seriousness. I write happily-ever-after endings, because I really believe they are possible...not easy, but achievable. And I write hot scenes between the heroine and hero because that's the way they tell me their stories in my head!
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Prescription For Love; Book 4 in the Reyes Family Romances Series - Fiona McGier
Prescription For Love
By
Fiona McGier
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Copyright 2010 by Fiona McGier
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
What others are saying about the writings of Fiona McGier:
Fiona McGier writes an above average story of the loves and losses of a well-to-do Latin family. It is enchantingly warm and sexy, and full of promise. I was impressed by this author’s delightful voice in portraying the ins-and-outs of a large loving family who stick together to help one another through thick and thin. It’s a must read.
JoEllen Conger, Conger Books Reviews, on the Reyes Family Romances series
Fiona McGier brings us another salsa-hot segment in the history of this Hispanic family. She has a way of sharing the Reyes family’s love and exciting passion for life…the kind of passion that keeps a large family together sharing their love and compassion for one-another. It’s the type of family you wouldn’t mind belonging to yourself.
JoEllen Conger, Conger Books Reviews, on this book.
Fiona McGier has an amazing talent for setting a scene and then throwing in the unexpected to keep the reader on their toes.
Delane, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More
Fiona McGier has done it again in the next book of the Reyes family... the passion is all there. I loved it and can’t wait for more from this talented author. She creates characters that come to life and the story line never fails between them.
Mary, Reviewer for Night Owl Reviews.com
Chapter One
Enrique hurried down the hall to the closed door of what he hoped was his last appointment of the day. He was surprised to see out of the corner of his eye, that all of his nurses appeared to have gone home already. The usually busy reception area was now deserted, and the waiting room was empty. He shrugged as he took the chart off the wall adjacent to the closed door, and he briefly scanned the paperwork.
Unexplained fever--Can’t sleep at night--Feelings of discontent and agitation.
He sighed. He was a general practitioner, not a psychiatrist. While he might be the only doctor in the area, he was not capable of curing all of the ills that the local populace might present to him. He was over-worked and tired. But there was no one else there to go in to tell the patient that he was not going to see her, so he straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath, and rapped on the door with his knuckles.
Come in.
A low, sexy voice purred from inside.
He opened the door to see his last patient of the day.
The woman was beautiful. Long red hair trailed down her shoulders, grey eyes stared at him, and her sensuous lips smiled at him as he slowly walked into the room. He was trying hard not to stare at her cleavage, but she had not belted the small examining gown very well, and it gapped open in just the right places. The rounded globes of her breasts peeked out of both sides of the gown, and as she uncrossed her legs, he caught a quick glimpse of more red hair.
The carpet matches the roof, was the only thought he was able to muster, as the woman spoke to him.
Hello, Dr. Reyes.
He cleared his throat. Umm, hello, Miss--
She smiled again, before licking her lips. I didn’t supply a name because you don’t need to know who I am. Just that I need your help. Only you can make me feel better. I need you, Dr. Reyes.
How odd. The bulge in his pants was making it difficult for him to think, as each tiny movement she made showed off her various assets, and he found himself unable to look away.
She’s a patient! Focus. He spoke out loud, trying to distract himself. What seems to be the problem?
She sighed heavily, then leaned back on her elbows.
The gown gapped even more, and the only part of her luscious breasts that he was unable to see were her nipples. They poked insistently through the thin fabric, and he had a quick thought that the air conditioning must be on too high, causing her areolas to stand out even more, with tiny bumps that accentuated the larger pebbles of her nipples. They looked like they could cut glass.
He felt himself sweating profusely, which did not seem possible if the AC was on too high. He had been unable to move since he entered the room. He felt like he was in a trance. His feet seemed to be rooted to the spot.
The woman now began to gently swing her legs. She had been sitting on the edge of the examining table with her legs crossed when he walked in. Now she was leaning back, but her legs were extended off the table. She was still on the edge of the table, so each swing of her legs caused a breeze that gently wafted the gown up, giving him more quick glimpses of the curls of dark red hair, and sending up to his nostrils the scent of a woman in heat. Her pheromones were driving him crazy: his cock was twitching in response, and he could feel moisture already leaking onto the thin fabric on the front of his pants.
She spoke again, her words sounding like a seduction. Doctor, I’m so hot! No matter what I do, I can’t stop being hot. I can’t get any relief. I can’t sleep. I don’t know what is wrong with me, or what I need, but I think you might have the cure for me.
He took a deep breath. I--uh--I guess I should examine you?
Her grey eyes glittered. Yes, you should.
He moved closer to her, each step bringing him closer to losing control over himself and violently taking this woman. Does it hurt you up here?
He gently examined her neck, a relatively safe place to start.
No.
She rolled her head, rubbing her face against his hands and arms like a cat would, scent-marking her prey.
Does it hurt you here?
He lightly touched her shoulders.
She shrugged her shoulders slightly, causing the gown to fall backwards onto the table, exposing her breasts. No, but you had better look closer at them, Doctor. They are on fire.
He lowered his head, and she raised her breasts with both hands. As if in a dream, he felt himself lowering his head farther, and somehow her nipple ended up in his mouth. She moaned loudly, then the only noise was the suckling noises made by his mouth, as he licked and teased and sucked on her tiny hard nub. Aghast at what he was doing, he pulled his head back slightly.
She turned slightly, then pulled his head down again, so that her other breast could get the same attention from him. She moaned again, and began to writhe on the table. Oh, you have made it worse!
She hissed. Now I’m burning up! What are you going to do about that, Doctor?
He was confused, there was no blood left in his brain, so coherent thought was difficult. What should I do? How can I help you?
Take my temperature!
He turned to look in the drawers behind him for a thermometer.
No! With this!
Her hands now began to stroke the twitching bulge in his pants. She quickly undid the button at the top and unzipped his pants. Somehow he had forgotten to wear underwear that day, so his throbbing cock sprang out of the dropping pants, and she moaned again.
Now! I need you now!
He took a step up and stood on the ledge that patients used to get up onto the table. She spread her legs wide open, and the smell of her juicy pussy drove him wild! He could see the gleaming moisture that welcomed him, and he leaned closer to her as she stroked his cock, then rubbed it against the moisture she was producing. She arched her back, pushing against him, and he tensed his butt muscles as he thrust forward, into the welcoming heat of her body.
She screamed. Yes!
He pushed himself forward until he felt he had come to the end of her, and bumped her cervix up and out of his way. Then all coherent thought left him, as he pumped himself into her, drawing out, pushing back in, over and over again, until with a mighty roar, he felt himself begin to spasm, and the hot sperm shot up and out of his balls, to explode into the welcoming slick heat of her tight hole.
* * * *
With a start, Enrique woke up and instantly realized where he was. Damn! Gonna have to wash the sheets again.
He whispered out loud, then laughed at himself for whispering, when there was no one else in the room to hear him.
He rolled onto his back, away from the gooey mess in his bed, and smiled at the ceiling. Last time she was a blonde. The time before that she was a brunette. I wonder what my brain is going to think of next?
He smiled even broader into the darkness.
But that is my favorite fantasy. Of course, I would never do anything like that with a patient. I wouldn’t risk my medical license. It wouldn’t be worth taking that chance. But then, since it’s forbidden, that must be why it’s such a hot wet-dream for me.
He sighed heavily. And part of why I’ve been doing this so often, is that it’s been so long since I was with a real woman.
He remembered how quickly every mother of an eligibly-aged daughter had beaten a path to his office, once word got out that the new doctor in town was an American, and a single man at that. They all wanted to see him for themselves, before they started dragging their daughters in for him to see, as if it was a cattle-call. At first he had been amazed at how many young women in town appeared to be ill with unexplainable things. But it didn’t take him long to realize just what the mothers were doing. And after he had dated a couple of the young women once or twice, he also quickly realized that in their small town, if a man wanted to sleep with a woman, he had to marry her.
Enrique did not consider himself a snob, but he had grown up in a suburb of Chicago, and he had gone away to college for many years, in order to earn his medical degree. He was a well-read man, who valued stimulating conversation almost as much as good sex. Although these days, I might value one just a bit over the other.
No one in the town he now lived and practiced in had ever been out of the area they were born and raised in. Even though it was not really that long of a drive, few had ever even been to Mexico City, the cosmopolitan capital of their country. Enrique had taken a few day-trips there, on his infrequent days off. He had attended a few medical conferences there also, and had been befriended by some of his colleagues who taught classes at UNAM, the colloquial shorthand for the world-famous Universidad Nacional Autónoma de Mexico.
They had agreed with him that it was probably safer for him to date women who had a more worldly view of life, and who would not expect him to choose someone to settle down with before he got to know her. They had also been amused that, due to the way he was raised, Enrique did not intend to have a traditional Hispanic-style marriage. He had no desire to regard his wife as merely the bearer of his children, while he would feel free to pursue many other women. His parents had met while in high school, and had dated only each other. They had been happily--and monogamously--married for over thirty years, and had eight children to prove it. Enrique was not sure that would be easy to re-create, especially since he was already thirty and had not yet met any woman who made him feel as if he couldn’t live without her. The women of his dreams were a good-enough substitute, for now.
With that thought making him smile again, remembering how much he enjoyed that particular dream, he drifted back off to sleep.
Chapter Two
Had she not been forced to be a guest speaker at a symposium on the origins of exotic medical plants, before she boarded the bus that was to take her to the jumping-off point for her research, Tanora Doyle would not have been wearing high heels. She had never really been comfortable walking in them. And if she had not been wearing high heels, she would not have gotten a heel stuck on the steps that led down off the bus. As it was, she had felt herself free-falling forward, with one heel stuck in the grates of the last step, and she had instinctively put her hands out to catch her fall. Due to the angle she fell at, her left hand took the brunt of the weight of her fall, and she heard her wrist snap at the same time as her brain registered unbearable pain.
Her research assistant of many years, Raul Mendoza, had gotten off the bus right before her, so he was immediately at her side to help her up.
Solicitously, he asked, Are you alright, boss?
Still swearing, she tried to answer without sounding like she wanted to cry, but the pain made it difficult for her to speak. Damn it! I hate high heels! I’m so damned clumsy in them. I think I broke my wrist.
He cradled her arm, and bent it at the elbow, to allow for her to hold it up with her other hand. Yeah, I heard a snap too, boss. We’d better get you to a doctor, pronto!
She shook her head in frustration. First it took forever to get permission to head out. Then we had to find locals to hire to be our guides, to send them on ahead of us, with the truck loaded with our gear. Then that damned conference. Now this! If I didn’t have so much riding on this expedition, I’d say to hell with the whole thing.
He smiled at her, long used to her outbursts. You know you don’t mean that, boss. Let’s just find out where the nearest local medicine man is, and get you fixed up.
She gritted her teeth against the pain. Just get me some heavy-duty pain-killers, and be done with it!
He shook his head. No. Tannie, you can’t go traipsing around in the wilderness of Mexico with a gimpy wrist. We'll probably need to get you a cast, and then we’ll figure out our next move.
Reluctantly agreeing with him, she sat down on the bench he led her to, and rocked gently, trying to keep her mind off of the extreme pain of her injury. She lost track of him, while he located the local men they had hired to accompany them, and found out from them where the only doctor in town was. She had to glare at many a man who ogled her, their obvious interest only serving to make her angrier, since she was currently unable to physically fend them off.
She was aware that her looks were just exotic enough for them to want to add her to their lists of conquests. She had long curly brown hair with a few gold highlights, but it was held up in a bun as usual. Her hazel eyes had yellow centers if you looked closely enough, and her skin was the color of café mocha, courtesy of her bi-racial heritage. But at the moment, all she could think of was trying not to cry, and hoping against hope that the bone might not be broken, and that she might still be able to head out into the country in two days, as she had planned.
After a brief, bumpy ride in the truck they had hired for their journey, she found herself sitting in a crowded waiting room, trying not to pay attention to the conversations that had ceased when she and Raul had walked into the room, but which now had resumed with a vengeance. Had she not been in so much