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									The Secret Lives of Doctors' Wives
Author: Ann Major

Pierce Carver was one of Austin's richest, most successful surgeons. And he was going to marry trauma
nurse Rose Marie Castle and put her aching feet into glass slippers. Unfortunately, the doctor had a
weakness for the allure of youth and feminine perfection. He jilted Rose Marie three years ago, and she's
still dreaming of revenge....And things are looking bad for Rose Marie. The night Pierce died she was
inside his magnificent home, half naked and very willing to accept his apologies. Now she's the prime
suspect. Worse, her high school sweetheart is the investigating detective. But if Rose Marie didn't kill the
not-so-good doctor, who did? Between his ex-wives, his angry stepchildren and the deep, dirty secrets
driving their lives, somebody resorted to murder. And it looks as if Dr. Carver kept the biggest, baddest
secrets of all....

Austin, Texas
"Oh my God! More blood?" She'd thought it was only a nick.
Rosie couldn't believe what had just happened. Pierce had gotten angry so quickly. He'd seemed weird,
strung out, not himself at all.
Her every breath was a harsh, tortured rasp as she grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her cut finger and the
steering wheel. She didn't want to think about her former fiancé, or their quarrel, or how quickly the 
violence had escalated.
Perspiration drenched her, not just because it was a hot, sultry August night or because of the
champagne she'd drunk with Pierce before the evening had gone wrong. Or because today was her
fortieth birthday and maybe she was simply having an early hot flash.
She rubbed her head. Her scalp hurt where Pierce's watch had caught her hair. He hadn't cared that he'd
hurt her. In fact, he'd smiled.
She wrapped the tissue around her finger and applied pressure. When the Beamer's tires squealed,
rounding a sharp curve, she gripped the wheel. It wasn't like her to mistreat her car by driving too fast.
She was that anxious to get away.
Well, at least she was finally over him. No more wisecracks to the other nurses about wanting revenge, to
salve her wounded ego because they knew he'd dumped her for Anita.
For what it was worth, tonight Mr. Prominent Plastic Surgeon hadn't paid her a dime of the money he
owed her, either. Big surprise. She still didn't know why she'd snapped. But for sure, she had bigger
problems now than the money he'd owed her.
What had she ever seen in Pierce? He was a gifted doctor, and being a nurse, she'd admired that. She'd
been having a hard time accepting her grown daughter's lifestyle, so maybe he'd come along when she'd
needed to feel successful in other areas of her life. Being seen on the arm of a handsome plastic surgeon
had made her feel good.
But even before he'd dumped her, the romance had taken a dark turn. Like a lot of Rosie's boyfriends—
and there'd been a lot, way too many in some people's opinions, such as her mother's—Pierce had
developed the knack for punching the wrong buttons. He brought out the Bad Rosie, just like her mom,
Hazel, did sometimes, which was why Rosie should have been delighted when he'd jilted her for a
younger woman right before their wedding day nearly a year ago.
Okay, so Rosie hadn't been delighted or acted mature, despite her "mature" age. Okay, so maybe that
was partly because she'd been feeling romantic about being a bride again, and partly because she'd seen
Dr. Pierce Carver as the ticket to the sparkling train car.
Rosie's least favorite movie scene of all time, and of course it had to be the one that haunted her, was the
opening sequence in Woody Allen's Stardust Memories. In the scene, poor Woody sat in a dark, dirty
train car with a bunch of other pathetic losers. Unfortunately, he had looked out the window just in time to
see a sparkling train car filled with happy, glamorous people drinking champagne streak by him, and he
had despaired.
There'd been a lot of times when Rosie would have sold her soul to be in that sparkling car.
Now she was racing down the curving, narrow road in Westlake Hills that led through sweet-smelling
juniper-covered, limestone hills, away from his mansion.
Rosie lifted her gaze to...
Author Bio
Ann Major
Ann Major<br/> Nora Roberts has described this author's work as having "engaging characters, stories
that thrill and delight, shivering suspense and captivating romance." Of the same author, Sandra Brown
says "Her name on the cover instantly identifies the book as a good read." It will come as no surprise to
readers of women's fiction that these authors are speaking of Ann Major. However, it may surprise her
peers to know that writing does not always come easily to Ann. "I love being a romance writer, even
though writing is very hard work for me as I am not the kind of writer who lives to write. I love my life—my
kids, my parents, my cats, my hobbies, just the little rituals of everyday life. These precious experiences
give me the energy and the material so that I can write."A native of Texas, Ann's postsecondary
education is as varied and far-reaching as the woman herself. Ann attended Del Mar College, the
University of the Americas in Mexico City and the University of Texas in Austin, where she received a
B.A. in English and Spanish. She taught school for two years before going on to receive her M.A. in
English and Spanish from Texas A&M University. A model of perseverance, Ann began writing when her
first child was born and sold her first novel six years later. "I taught myself how to write without the aid of
other writers, writing books or writing courses. It was a very lonely and solitary pursuit." Yet Ann never
once considered giving up and, as a testament to her dedication, she has written over fifty books to date
for the Silhouette Romance, Special Edition, Intimate Moments and Desire lines, and consistently tops
bestseller lists. A founding member of the Romance Writers of America, Ann is also the coauthor of the
article "The Contemporary Light Romance," which has been collected in the book Writing and Selling the
Romance Novel. In addition to her career as a novelist, Ann is an accomplished pianist. She has played
for well over thirty years and has studie

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