ISBN Digital: 9781509202270
ISBN Print: 9781509202263
Page Count: 244
Word Count: 62270
Rating: Sweet

Bachelors Three Series

Jack Reeves has loved Kinley Adams since the day he rescued her computer from a fatal blue screen. In the two years since, the computer programmer has fantasized about a life with her.
Kinley, an Engineering Assistant, has come to think of Jack as more than just a friend. One night, just when each had finally decided to reveal their feelings are deeper than friendship, a terrible automobile accident puts their confessions on hold.

Doctors have no choice but to rebuild Jack's face, and the result changes everything. Can Jack and Kinley overcome his transformation from geek to chic, a secret double life, and a horde of willing women who have discovered the new Jack Reeves? Will the frog ever become the prince and ride off with his princess to live happily ever after?


Just as she had for the past three days, Kinley dumped the old flowers in the garbage can and filled the vase with fresh water from the sink in Jack’s hospital bathroom. Off and on, Jack would open his eyes for a few minutes, making her jump up from the chair and lean over the bedrail so he could see her. A few times, she thought he tried to smile, but with everything he’d been through, she thought the action could just be the result of some sudden pain or gas that makes a newborn baby smile. The nurses assured her Jack would gradually become more alert, and she wanted to be there when he did. She put the flowers she bought into the vase and walked out of the bathroom.


She nearly dropped everything at the sound of Jack’s voice. He had been lying so still when she came in she assumed he was still unconscious. “Hey yourself,” she replied, fighting to keep her voice from breaking.

“I made you miss another dinner, didn’t I?” His voice sounded like a strained whisper, and his eyes were open to only half-slits.

By sheer force of will, she controlled the forming tears. “I haven’t been that hungry lately.” She put the flowers on the bed tray and touched his hand, afraid to touch anything else. “Don’t try to talk. I’m only staying a minute. You need your rest.”

His finger lifted. “I can talk. Sort of. I’m shot so full of drugs that nothing hurts, though the bandages don’t allow for much jaw movement.”

She tried to smile, but failed.


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