"Lots of steamy romance with very inspiring story to balance it." ~ Angela, amazon
Gretchen Mascoe has had a 'thing' for Greg Fairchild for years, however the timing has never been right. So she sat on the sidelines, watching him date woman after woman. It's time to tell him how she feels or move on with her life, but how do you move on when you know in your bones he's the one?
When a tragic car accident leaves Greg dependent on Gretchen's generosity and nursing skills, he sees a whole new side to his sister's usually quiet and laced up friend. Especially when making love somehow works its way into his healing process. Suddenly, he's falling hard and it's not just her chocolate chip cookies he's after. Will his survivor's guilt ruin their chance at happily ever after?
"Selena Blake has penned another brilliantly captivating story!" ~ Karen, amazon
"I loved Gretchen's strong personality even when she shows weakness". ~ Cilicia, amazon
About Go For It
Contemporary Romance
BBW, Carpenter, Friends to Lovers, Nurse, Teacher
85,000 words (full length novel)
Get the prequel to the series for free on Selena's site.
EXCEPRT
Winded and imagining the worst case scenario, all she could get out was "Greg Fairchild... "
The curly haired blonde looked up from a computer screen. She was straight-out-of-school young. "The hunk."
She grinned and Gretchen felt a wave of jealousy come over the top of her head. Blonde, although she thought based on the woman's eyebrows that her hair color was compliments of a bottle, big blue eyes, and a pert little nose. Plus there was a friendly, if not knowing, air about her.
But Gretchen couldn't fault the other woman's eyesight. Greg was a hunk so she obviously knew which patient Gretchen was referring to. That gave her heart a moment to calm. He was here.
"Are you family?"
Gretchen glanced from the blonde to the other voice. A tall, painfully thin brunette stared down at a clipboard as if she were performing brain surgery.
Right. There were rules about visitation and such.
The woman lifted her gaze from the clipboard and staked Gretchen with a stare. "I don't see a sister listed on his chart."
Sister? Did she look like his sister? She had brown hair and brown eyes, not to mention she was like a foot shorter than him... Oh.
The woman meant Gretchen couldn't possibly be Greg's girlfriend. Gretchen gathered all her conviction and lifted her chin. She wasn't going to be kowtowed by a woman who looked like she'd sucked on a lemon for lunch. Not today.
She put as much authority into her voice as she could and let the lie roll off her tongue.
"That's because I'm his fiance."
There was a load of disbelief in the slight twist of the woman's mouth and the crinkle between her brows.
"I'll take her," Blondie said, pushing away from the desk.
"Thank you." The response was automatic but wooden.
"Don't worry about her," Blondie whispered when they were halfway down the hall. "She gets her panties in a twist any time she has competition."
"Mr. Fairchild, your fiance is here."
Gretchen stepped past the nurse, unable to wait a second longer. The man she loved lay in the bed, propped up with several pillows. He turned his head slightly and focused on her. A heartbeat passed and she gently bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out at the sight of him.
There were small scratches down the right side of his handsome face. A white bandage covered the side of his forehead and his beautiful blue eyes softened with recognition.
"Hello, sweetheart," he murmured in that heavenly voice, sounding pleased to see her. The corner of his mouth tugged up and she felt her knees go weak for the second time in an hour.
Gretchen Mascoe has had a 'thing' for Greg Fairchild for years, however the timing has never been right. So she sat on the sidelines, watching him date woman after woman. It's time to tell him how she feels or move on with her life, but how do you move on when you know in your bones he's the one?
When a tragic car accident leaves Greg dependent on Gretchen's generosity and nursing skills, he sees a whole new side to his sister's usually quiet and laced up friend. Especially when making love somehow works its way into his healing process. Suddenly, he's falling hard and it's not just her chocolate chip cookies he's after. Will his survivor's guilt ruin their chance at happily ever after?
"Selena Blake has penned another brilliantly captivating story!" ~ Karen, amazon
"I loved Gretchen's strong personality even when she shows weakness". ~ Cilicia, amazon
About Go For It
Contemporary Romance
BBW, Carpenter, Friends to Lovers, Nurse, Teacher
85,000 words (full length novel)
Get the prequel to the series for free on Selena's site.
EXCEPRT
Winded and imagining the worst case scenario, all she could get out was "Greg Fairchild... "
The curly haired blonde looked up from a computer screen. She was straight-out-of-school young. "The hunk."
She grinned and Gretchen felt a wave of jealousy come over the top of her head. Blonde, although she thought based on the woman's eyebrows that her hair color was compliments of a bottle, big blue eyes, and a pert little nose. Plus there was a friendly, if not knowing, air about her.
But Gretchen couldn't fault the other woman's eyesight. Greg was a hunk so she obviously knew which patient Gretchen was referring to. That gave her heart a moment to calm. He was here.
"Are you family?"
Gretchen glanced from the blonde to the other voice. A tall, painfully thin brunette stared down at a clipboard as if she were performing brain surgery.
Right. There were rules about visitation and such.
The woman lifted her gaze from the clipboard and staked Gretchen with a stare. "I don't see a sister listed on his chart."
Sister? Did she look like his sister? She had brown hair and brown eyes, not to mention she was like a foot shorter than him... Oh.
The woman meant Gretchen couldn't possibly be Greg's girlfriend. Gretchen gathered all her conviction and lifted her chin. She wasn't going to be kowtowed by a woman who looked like she'd sucked on a lemon for lunch. Not today.
She put as much authority into her voice as she could and let the lie roll off her tongue.
"That's because I'm his fiance."
There was a load of disbelief in the slight twist of the woman's mouth and the crinkle between her brows.
"I'll take her," Blondie said, pushing away from the desk.
"Thank you." The response was automatic but wooden.
"Don't worry about her," Blondie whispered when they were halfway down the hall. "She gets her panties in a twist any time she has competition."
"Mr. Fairchild, your fiance is here."
Gretchen stepped past the nurse, unable to wait a second longer. The man she loved lay in the bed, propped up with several pillows. He turned his head slightly and focused on her. A heartbeat passed and she gently bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out at the sight of him.
There were small scratches down the right side of his handsome face. A white bandage covered the side of his forehead and his beautiful blue eyes softened with recognition.
"Hello, sweetheart," he murmured in that heavenly voice, sounding pleased to see her. The corner of his mouth tugged up and she felt her knees go weak for the second time in an hour.
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