Wednesday, April 13, 2016

**GIVEAWAY** Showcase Heart Like Mine by Maggie McGinnis

Today I'm showcasing contemporary romance author Maggie McGinnis and her new book Heart Like Mine, book 2 in her Echo Lake series. Plus her publisher, St. Martin's Press is sponsoring a giveaway for one print copy US Only of the book.
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ISBN-13: 9781250069085
Publisher: St Martin's Press
Release Date: 04/05/2016
Length: 368pp
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Overview

ONLY LOVE CAN HEAL A BROKEN HEART
Delaney Blair loves her job at Echo Lake’s Mercy Hospital, where she’s developed a reputation for being smart, fair, and driven. When she’s assigned to cut funding, she has to temporarily relocate her office, put on borrowed scrubs, and go toe-to-toe with Dr. Joshua Mackenzie, the interim head of the pediatrics department. His killer smile and rock-star body are distractions Delaney could do without, but she’s determined to stay focused while she brings his budget into line. It’s not working.
Beloved by his colleagues and patients alike, Josh is too busy caring for sick kids to talk numbers with the sexy, stiletto-clad Delaney. Every time they talk business, tensions run high…but so does a powerful attraction neither of them can ignore. When an emergency brings Mercy to its knees, Delaney and Josh must work together to save lives. But can they also find a way into each other’s hearts?
Don't miss Heart Like Mine, the second Echo Lake novel from Maggie McGinnis!

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Read an excerpt courtesy of St. Martin's Press:

Chapter 1



The CFO’s office smelled of sweat, burnt coffee, and tears. That’s all Delaney Blair could think as she sat in the guest chair, awaiting her doom.

Six people had sat in this same chair over the past week, and every single one of them had left with an HR escort and the ironic farewell gift of a Mercy Hospital mug and tote bag. On the outside, she was a successful financial analyst dressed in a charcoal power suit, a pasted-on smile, and her favorite Jimmy Choos. On the inside, she harbored a pod of baby grasshoppers.

As Gregory fidgeted with his pen, she tried to calculate how long her savings account would pay the mortgage on her brand-new condo.

Not very long.

“Am I being laid off, Gregory? Please just tell me.”

“No.” He sighed, shaking his head. “But when you hear what I have to say, you’re probably going to wish you were.”

He rubbed both hands over his face in frustration, a move that sent Delaney’s grasshoppers scrambling for cover. She’d never seen Gregory be anything but composed and professional.

“I’ve got an assignment for you, but … you’re not going to like it. The board met yesterday, and what came out of the meeting was a fairly dire directive.” He sighed, sitting back in his chair. “We need to make serious, across-the-board cuts, or the hospital isn’t going to be able to meet its obligations this year.”

How across the board?”

“Every department. Every budget.”

Delaney sank into her own chair, closing her eyes. She and Gregory both knew there were departments already operating on shoestrings. Such was the fate of small-town hospitals everywhere, but in rural Vermont, it was even more pronounced. With Boston—and its corral of high-powered hospitals—sitting mere hours away, wealthier, well-insured patients could choose to drive the extra hours for care. That left smaller hospitals like Mercy picking up emergencies and fighting for dollars from a rural population that struggled to make ends meet.

Delaney pulled out her yellow-lined pad and uncapped her pen, trying to let relief that she still had a job overpower the distinct Mission: Impossible theme song creeping into her brain.

“Okay, what kind of timeline are we on?”

“The board wants proposals in thirty days.”

Delaney’s jaw dropped. “One month? They’re giving us a month?”

“I know.” He sighed. “I have a feeling the people we’ve already had to let go are just the beginning.”

“So I assume you’ve assigned me a list of departments?” She gripped the pen to stop her fingers from shaking. How was she going to squeeze blood from granite?

“I’m giving you just one, to start with. The board agreed to a focused list for this first round of cuts, and then we’ll target the next tier the following month.”

“Okay. Who pulled the first-round short straw?”

Gregory paused, taking a deep breath. “Pediatrics.”

“Pedi—what?” Delaney’s pen hit the carpet. “You’re assigning me to cut pediatricfunding?”

Gregory stood up and paced to the window, then back toward her, leaning on the corner of his desk. He pointed to his face. “Do you see these bags under my eyes? This is from staying up for the past three nights trying to figure this all out. I didn’t want to give you this department.”

“So why did you?”

“Because I more didn’t want to give it to somebody else. It’s your baby, Delaney.”

“I know! So why would I possibly want to cut anything?”

“You won’t. But if I don’t give this assignment to you, I’ll have to give it to Kevin. Would you want him to take a knife to that budget?”

Delaney shook her head quickly, picturing the blond buffoon in the office next to hers. “God, no.”

“Rock and a hard place, Delaney. That’s where we’re at here. I know it’ll kill you to cut these numbers, but I figured it would kill you far more to watch somebodyelse do it. I know I can depend on you to take a measured, objective approach. I’m not sure I can say the same for—others.”

Delaney leaned down to pick up her pen, emotions whirling. Dammit! The pediatric budget was singularly the most unpopular place to start playing slice and dice, and here she was, assigned to do just that.

“Is the board aware that we risk losing vital programming? Or personnel?”

He nodded, jaw tight. “Yes, but we’re out of options. We just need to figure out how to have the least patient impact possible while we’re making budget adjustments.”

“Is that what we’re supposed to call them?” Delaney shook her head. “Are we supposed to be transparent about this process? Do department heads know where the numbers are at here?”

Gregory sighed. “If they don’t, then they’ve been burying their heads in the proverbial sand. We should be able to expect cooperation, but you know as well as I do that no department head in this hospital is going to volunteer to cut his or her own programs. We’re up against a whole maze of walls here, Delaney.”

She nodded slowly, her brain whirling. “Do I have a target dollar figure? A percentage? What am I working with here?”

Gregory paused before walking back around to the other side of the desk to grab a clipped pile of paper. He handed it to her, his face grim as he pointed to a figure on the bottom of the top page.

“That’s your target figure.”

Delaney stared at the numbers until they swam in front of her eyes. There was no way—no possible freaking way—to cut that much money out of the pediatric budget. Any budget.

“Gregory—”

“I know.” He patted her twice on the shoulder before he headed for his door and opened it. “I’d suggest shifting whatever work you can to Megan for the next few weeks, to give you some space to work on this.”

She stood up, clearly dismissed. “Thank you. For not firing me.”

He smiled, his eyes tired. “Glad I could make somebody happy today.”

“I’m not sure happy—

“I know.” He pointed to the papers, his tone returning to dead serious. “We’ve got to make this work, Delaney. If we don’t, I’m afraid we might both get a mug and an HR escort by the end of the month.”

*   *   *

Ten hours later, Delaney took a long sip of her frozen margarita, longing for the tequila to dull the day into oblivion. She and Megan had scored an outside table at Mexicali, the newest restaurant in town, and five minutes later, had scored drinks designed to dull the pain of any day.

Situated in a converted mill building in downtown Echo Lake, Mexicali’s high wooden beams, warm brick walls, and killer location overlooking the Abenaki River had already made it one of the most popular restaurants in town. In Delaney’s opinion, though, the location fell second to the warm, homemade tortilla chips and margaritas that came with a two-per-night limit.

She lifted her hair off her neck, trying to catch the slight breeze. The only reason they’d actually gotten an outside table was because it was actually too hot to be out here baking on the deck, but she could never resist the lure of the river.

Megan fished in her hobo bag, coming up with a rubber band. She twisted her own long, blond curls into a convoluted bun, then wrapped the band around it. Delaney envied her assistant’s long peasant skirt and loose blouse tonight. It sure looked cooler than the business suit Delaney still hadn’t had time to change out of.

Megan perused the menu. “Are we doing the nachos?”

“Do fish swim?”

“Most do. At least the ones that aren’t left with you for a long weekend.” Megan arched an eyebrow, and Delaney cringed.

“I’ve apologized, like, a million times. I had no idea Mrs. Riley’s cat knew how to sneak onto my porch. Or that she had a penchant for goldfish.”

“I won’t be having you babysit my someday-children, in case you’re wondering.”

Delaney shivered dramatically. “Excellent decision.”

She looked over the railing at the river, which was still flowing at a pretty good clip for July in Vermont. As she watched the water, a memory flashed into her head—big inner tubes, a hot summer day, lots of splashing and laughing … an ambulance.

She shook her head quickly, blinking her eyes hard.

Megan stirred her drink idly, chin in her hands as she peered at Delaney. “You know, this assignment isn’t all bad.”

How is it not all bad?”

“With Dr. Kendrick on sabbatical, you’ll be working with the interim head of pediatrics, Josh Mackenzie.”

“Okay?” Delaney shrugged, eyebrows up. She’d never met the man, but she’d definitely met the type—overworked, over-meetinged, and definitely overlyunfond of financial officers.

“Have you ever met Josh Mackenzie?”

“No. He’s managed to skip every meeting he’s been invited to since I took over the pediatrics budget.” To Delaney, the name was nothing more than a signature on paperwork.

“You know, I’ve said this, like, a thousand times before, but it’d be good to step out of the executive suite once in a while and meet the actual humans who work at Mercy Hospital.”

“I—meet plenty of them.” Delaney felt her eyebrows pull together. She didn’t have time to hang out in the hospital cafeteria or at the proverbial water cooler.

“I know. You’re shy. You’re busy. You don’t have time for silly socializing.”

“Well, I sure don’t now. I showed you Gregory’s numbers. We are doomed.”

Megan sipped her margarita, which was melting quickly, sending beads of water down the stem of her glass. Delaney was so tired she caught herself watching one of them slither down, down, down until it hit Megan’s napkin.

Megan snapped her fingers in front of Delaney’s face. “So … any ideas for how you’re going to approach this project? Because I’m pretty sure people might have to be involved. Possibly many of them.”

“Very funny.” Delaney tried to spear a piece of ice with her straw. “I started a list of target areas to look at. I have a plan. There has to be something we can cut without risking patient safety, right?”

Delaney’s brain had been whirling since her meeting with Gregory. She’d made lists upon lists all afternoon, and her eyes were glazed over from examining five years of budget sheets.

“Okay, lay it on me. What’s the plan?”

“I’m going to start by scheduling a meeting with Dr. Mackenzie. Tomorrow morning.”

Megan nodded, eyebrows drawn together. “What are you going to say? What’s the approach?”

Delaney squared her shoulders, a move she seemed to have done more in the past eight hours than in the past month. “I’m going to introduce myself, tell him I’m doing a periodic review of department budgets, and ask if he has any initial ideas for areas where we could trim.”

“Well, that should go well.”

Delaney frowned. “I know.”

“Might be better to just be straight with him, don’t you think?”

“Not if I want a second meeting.”

“Good point.” Megan tipped her head thoughtfully. “I have an idea.”

“I’m all ears.”

Megan pointed her straw at Delaney’s chest. “Maybe just undo a button or two? For the meeting?”

What? This is you being helpful?”

“I’m just saying. You’re on the losing team here before you start. He is not going to be happy to see you. And he is not going to be cooperative. Guaranteed.”

“You are ridiculous.” Delaney’s hand flew to her blouse. “I will not use my—”

“Come on.” Megan winked. “Age-old techniques work for a reason, you know. He’s young, he’s single…”

“Seriously, Meg.”

“Fine. Want some real advice from someone who deals with normal humans all day, instead of numbers?”

“Trying not to be offended here. If it matters.”

Megan laughed. “You have to get on his good side—get his trust. Do that before you get to the part about slicing his budget all to shreds.”

“Of course. Obviously.” Delaney cleared her throat. “Um, any ideas for how I would … do that? The trust part?”

Megan put a chip in her mouth, smiling. “Undo a damn button.”




Praise for Heart Like Mine

"Joshua and Delaney's hot and emotionally charged romance will delight readers." -- Publishers Weekly

"An engaging plot, genuine, relatable characters and a sweet yet sexy romance will keep readers turning the pages." - RT Book Reviews


Other books in the series

                                                    Book 0.5                                   Book 1                        Book 3 due   8/2016           



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Meet Maggie:
USA Today bestselling author Maggie McGinnis is the author of Forever This Time and Heart Like Mine for St. Martin's Press. She is a Golden Heart Finalist who lives in New England, vastly outnumbered by both children and cats. She writes sweet romances set in Montana and Vermont, and feels extremely fortunate that through her books, she gets to fall in love every single day. She's a sucker for romantic comedies, popcorn, and the perfect green pen, and if she wasn't an author, she'd totally be rocking a Nashville club in her pink cowgirl boots. It's probably good that she embraced the author thing, because her singing skills are better suited to the shower, and really? Pink cowgirl boots?


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16 comments:

  1. Adorable cover! Thanks for sharing this Debbie!

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  2. Only love can heal a broken heart... Oh yes!!!

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  3. A hospital romance! I haven't read one in a while. Looks great!

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  4. Thanks for this captivating and lovely giveaway which I would enjoy greatly.

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  5. I do enjoy a good hospital romance. Might take a second look at this one!

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  6. I think I would love this. It sounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon escape :)

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    1. Ah Yes and from the looks of your house you need one LOL ;-)

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  7. That looks lovely :) That's totally a cover I would snag.

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