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Eye Contact by Stacey Grice




Title: Eye Contact
Author: Stacey Grice
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2018





Blurb


Dr. Andie Fine lives, eats, and breathes her job as a trauma surgeon.
Another day, another surgery, another life saved. That is, until the night a
certain car accident victim lands on her operating room table. The strange
connection she feels with this particular patient impacts her in every way.

Vaughn Bennett is a brilliant artist whose life has been defined by a
specific pair of eyes for over twenty-years. The only piece of a girl he could
remember from an experience he could never forget. Countless sketches and
thousands of hours trying to capture her likeness have haunted him. Waking up
from a coma in a hospital room is not how he thought he’d finally find her.
With one look, he knew.

Andie is a career-focused, medical professional.  Falling for a patient is out of the question,
but Vaughn is determined to win her over. He elicits something in her that
she’s never realized she was missing. No matter how hard she tries to fight it,
he won’t stop until she’s his.

Until fate has a way of complicating things.










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Excerpt

Prologue
Vaughn
1995

It’s got to be at least ninety five degrees out
here
, I thought as
the beads of sweat across my forehead started to become full enough to drip
down my face. My mind raced as I walked home from school. Two miles or so in
the hottest time of day was a small price to pay.
Ms. Hattie’s not going to be happy when Mr.
Leake calls to tell her I was missing from his fifth period class. Screw him.
He can call her if he wants. Whatever punishment she’ll dole out can’t possibly
be as bad as dealing with Stephan and his punk friends.
They had
been itching to pound my face in for days.
How was I supposed to know that bench in the
courtyard was off limits?
When I was
pushed in the hallway earlier, knocking my books out of my hands and scattering
my folders and papers all over the halls for everyone to step on, I knew who
had done it before even looking up. When the reflection of light gleaming off
of the pocket knife peeking out caught my eye, I knew I was done for.