The Wish Maker

Publisher: Cardinal Press, LLC

Formats: eBook, print 


ISBN: 978-1944777692


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At Christmastime, sometimes even impossible wishes come true… 

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The Wish Maker

At Christmastime, sometimes even impossible wishes come true… 

One word changed Wes Lockhart’s life forever. Cancer. Fighting for his life completely flipped his priorities, making him realize he wanted—no, needed—to use his billions to help others find the kind of second chance he’d been given. The first person he intended to help? The beautiful, caring, and dedicated oncologist who got him through his treatments and ushered him into remission. And what better time than the holidays to become her not-so-secret Santa?

Dr. Paige Regis has spent her entire career helping others, often at the expense of her personal life. She’d love to start a family of her own—but with her current patients and her plans to open a brand-new cancer center, it seems like an impossible dream. It’s not until she reconnects with the charming Wes that she realizes he might just be the man to make all her Christmas wishes come true.

Can Wes and Paige open their hearts to the magic of the season—and each other—to get a shot at their very own Christmas miracle? Or will past hurts and doubts end their happily ever after before it even begins?

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Henry tilted his head, motioning to his right. “Dr. Regis is back. Now’s your chance to make a donation and invite her to the dinner.”

Butterflies set flight in Wes’s stomach. An unexpected reaction because talking with Dr. Regis was business. Nothing else. “Okay.”

“Let me know what she says about both,” Henry whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “I’m off to Brett and Laurel’s house. I want to see Noelle before she goes to bed.”

Henry was Noelle’s godfather, and he adored the little girl. On his way out, he said something to Dr. Regis.

She laughed.

The melodic sound smacked into Wes like a sucker punch.

The butterflies in his stomach quadrupled or maybe they doubled in size or turned into helicopters. The reaction surprised him. When he’d been her patient, he’d noticed she was attractive. He had been sick, but he was still a man. He also might have had a crush—albeit a slight one—when she’d been so dedicated and focused on helping him kick the cancer to the curb. Something she’d done like a real-life superhero minus the cape.

But he’d never analyzed or thought much about her looks. Now, he couldn’t stop noticing everything about her.

How when she laughed, her nose crinkled at the top. That her blue eyes shone bright like precious gemstones. The way her wide smile lit up her heart-shaped face with a radiant glow. And her full, pink lips…

He blinked.

What was he doing? What was he thinking?

Dr. Regis was a professional. She’d saved his life. Sure, attractive no longer seemed the right adjective to describe her, but she deserved better than him leering.

As she headed his way, his muscles twitched.

What was wrong with him? He’d known Dr. Regis for over two years. She’d seen him at his worst. The realization immediately humbled him.

Embarrassed him.

Even if Wes wanted to date—which he didn’t—he wouldn’t want to go out with someone who knew his weaknesses, had watched him fall apart more than once, and had seen him sob.

Her smile wavered, but only for a second. “You’re still here.”

“So are you.” Wes fought the urge to grimace. That wasn’t the most eloquent response. At least he hadn’t called her dude as Dash often did. “I thought you left.”

“A patient’s parents couldn’t be here today,” she explained. “I went to his room with him for a few minutes.”

He respected how she showed the same kindness and compassion to people whether or not they were her patients. “Was that the little boy you were coloring with?”

Great, now Wes sounded like he was stalking her. He should forget wanting to do more and just send a check before he made a bigger fool out of himself.

“Yes, his name is Dalton. He’s very sweet,” she said. “Artistic, too. His picture came out nicer than mine.”

“He paid a visit to Santa.” Dalton had told Santa the only thing he wanted was to have his family together for Christmas, but that request wasn’t to be shared with anyone, including Dr. Regis.

“I bet he mentioned his family to you,” she said.

Not only intelligent, but perceptive. Wes nodded.

“He misses them,” she continued. “But Christmas is still seventeen days away. Lots can happen between now and then.”

Wes wondered if she was only talking about Dalton. “Are you spending the holidays with your family?”

“No. I’m on call this year.”


“Don’t be,” she replied quickly. “It’s part of the job. I’ll still have a nice holiday.”

Wes glanced at her ring finger. Bare. That made him curious. “With your boyfriend?”

“No boyfriend.” She laughed, more of a nervous giggle than amusement over his question. “I suppose that’s the first step to having a husband, so maybe I should have asked Santa for one of those.”

“I can help you out.”

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open, but no words came out.

He realized what he’d said.

“I meant with the other thing you wanted. Not a boyfriend. A donation.” Just shoot him now because he appeared hopeless where Dr. Regis was concerned. “I want to help you with the cancer center.”

“Wonderful, while having a boyfriend might be nice, the cancer center is my priority, so thank you.” Excitement filled her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

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