Carl, Caveman Instinct 2.5

Caveman Instincts Book Two Point Five

By Hazel Gower

© 2016 Hazel Gower

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My family believes they’re gifted by gypsies to find their soulmate, but I always thought it was bullshit. I don’t think it’s a gift. I believe we’re cursed. I’m forty-five and still haven’t found my mate, and my nephews use me as an example to prove my theory that we’re cursed. After watching my brothers and two of my nephews find their soulmates, I’ve given up hope. Now I’m known as the cranky reclusive uncle. I don’t care what my family thinks as long as they leave me in peace.

Not only am I from one of the most powerful family’s, the Silverman’s, I’m one of the best doctors in Australia. I devote my days to bettering my skills and don’t care how others see me. Everything changes though when I find out the curse is in fact real, and meet my soulmate Annabelle. There’s a problem though, she doesn’t seem very impressed by me.

My life changed in a moment when Carl Silverman, pompous know-it-all, kidnapped me from the hospital where I was visiting my mother. He’s convinced I—quiet, plain, little old librarian—am his soulmate. I feel a strange pull towards him and I can’t deny our attraction, but I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship with someone like Carl.

TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT

BLURB

TABLE OF CONTENTS

DEDICATION

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

VALENTINE STORY

EASTER SUPRISE

BABY LOVE

PREVIEW OF RYDER

MORE BOOKS BY HAZEL

EXCEPRT FROM S. VAN HORNE

To all my fans who love this series. Thank you for your emails and messages for more caveman.

This book is set in Australia. In Australia the legal age to drink, vote, get married and so on is eighteen. The characters speak English Australian, so if you see the word ‘Arse’ instead of ‘Ass’ it is because that’s how we say it in Australia where the book is set. If you find a word you haven’t heard before, look it up or message me I’d be happy to talk to you.

Also, the graphic used for the breaks in the story (see image below) is the gypsy symbol for love.

Thanks for looking and I hope you read my book.

Hazel Gower

Oh my. Who is that? He’s delicious. I could feel eyes on me, but I didn’t even bother looking. I wasn’t interested.

Shhhh, quiet. Don’t let him hear you. He’s an arsehole. He may look good enough to eat, but he’s poison. That fine specimen is the famous doctor Silverspoon.

No way. The first voice now whispered. He’s real? I thought the doctors just made him up to scare the interns.

No. He’s real, and he’s the biggest douche around. The voices faded, but I didn’t care anyway.

They always talked about me and I didn’t give a flying fuck what any of them thought of me. The nasty gossip had been going on for years and I knew it would never change. They were all beneath me. I was a Silverman, but I was still the doctor they avoided. I was the doctor interns begged not to be put on rotation with. My nick name was Silverspoon, because they said the silver spoon is stuck up my arse. Ha, ha. I didn’t find it funny, but apparently all my work colleagues find it hilarious. There was even a running joke they played on new people telling them to call for Mr. Silverspoon, or told them it was my name and so when they introduced themselves they called me by that. When I was younger the name had hurt, but as I aged I realized I didn’t care what the ignorant idiots thought of me, what anyone thought of me. The only person I cared about was me. No one else was going to care for me if I didn’t. I was one of the best damn doctors in the hospital. Probably the state. So, I ignored their jokes and snide comments.

Being the youngest of four and a late in life baby to my parents, I watched my much older brothers move out of home, fall in love, and have children. I always thought I would follow in their footsteps. It never happened. As the years went by, I never met any woman and that dream faded. I stopped believing in love, or what my family called the gift of the gypsies, a gift that helped every Silverman find his one true love.

When I first started my residency, I was too busy to care that I hadn’t found anyone. When I finished my residency, and choose to specialize in general, I started to worry that I hadn’t found my one, my soul mate. My older brothers had been married for years and all had children. I hadn’t even met anyone. So, I started going out and dating, seeing if I could find the woman who was meant to be mine, hoping to feel something. I admit the closer I got to forty, the less I believed in the stupid gift and the more I came to see it as a curse.

At almost forty-six, I thought the gypsy gift, or curse, was a made-up story to help keep the Silverman men faithful to their women. I didn’t believe for one friggin’ second that my very young nephews had suddenly fallen under the curse. I called bullshit. 

Dr Silverman to consult in emergency. Getting up out of the chair, I logged off the computer and made my way to emergency.

Mum, can you stop chatting up the nurses?

My mother rolled her eyes as she lay in the hospital bed. She was hot. Stop being such a Debbie downer.

I closed my eyes and prayed for patience. My mother had been rushed to hospital only half an hour ago. I’d left work in a rush thanks to Principal Ranch telling me I had to stay until school finished. I had one class left when I received the phone call, but he wouldn’t get anyone to cover for me so I could leave and get to my mother even though I covered for teachers and other work mates all the time. I was a school librarian and I loved my job, but over the last couple of years I’d noticed more and more, that I was the teacher that did everyone favors, but I never got any in return. I always stayed back until well after school finished at three thirty, catching up on work.

I didn’t mind too much though. I mean, I had my dream job. Books were my world. From a young age, I would escape in as many books as I could. The library was my safe place. I was conceived as the result of my mum and one of her friends having a one-night stand of sorts. My mother wanted to make sure she was gay and, as she tells it, see what all the hype was about being with a man. The one night not only confirmed she was a lesbian, but it conceived me. Children were fine until a parent or older kids found out about my mother. Then the teasing began and it always escalated into bullying. So, I ended up spending most of my childhood in the library hiding away.

Do you think they called a hot doctor? I opened my eyes and glared at my mother. Since the pain meds had kicked in she hadn’t shut up and had become very crude. I haven’t had doctor pussy in years.

I covered my ears, horrified at what my mother was saying so loudly in the emergency room with five other beds not far from hers. Letting my hands fall I leaned forward and hissed, Stop it! People don’t want to hear that. My God, I don’t even want to hear that.

My mother sighed as dramatically as you can from a hospital bed. You need to get laid, daughter of mine.

Groaning, I wished the floor would open and swallow me. At least the curtains were drawn around the bed giving us a tiny bit of privacy.

You know. I bet you could call yourself a born-again virgin. I think it’s like five years. I mean when was the last time you cleaned out down there honey?

Mum, I growled, humiliated. I hoped the other patients were too sick to hear what my mother was saying. It had been a very long time, but I wasn’t telling my mum, especially not now. If I went off what my mother was saying, I was almost a virgin twice over at the ripe old age of thirty-one. Argh! I was so pathetic.

Needing to get away from my mother for a moment before I either broke down or strangled her, I stood and stared at her lying in the bed. I’m going to go check on how much longer we have to wait for a doctor and go grab myself something to eat and a coffee. I needed to go for a walk too, clear my head before I came back in to my mum. By the looks of my mum, I needed to call Principal Ranch and ask if he could give me time off. I’d also give my best friend Brent a call and see if he could pop by my house and check on Sherlock, my German shepherd.

My mum winked at me. Sure, go check out what they have to offer around here. I knew she wasn’t talking about food, but I could also see that whatever meds she’d been given by the nurse had not only just stopped her feeling pain, but made her high as a kite.

Not bothering to answer mum, I smiled at her and backed out of the curtain drawn cubical.

Mum had appendicitis. As soon as they’d confirmed this she was booked and taken to the operating room. After, a nurse came and told me my mother was in recovery, that the surgery had been fine, and they’d had no complications.

A heavy weight on my chest had been lifted and I walked to an exit needing fresh air. My mum drove me crazy, but I