In The Eye of the Beholder
Beverly Cialone

Hi, my name is Sophie. I never thought I would get this lucky - to meet a handsome doctor named Adam and fall madly in love. But I did. The only problem is that Adam is blind and I already have major self-esteem issues. Add to that a spiteful ex-wife and a reserved live-in housekeeper, and my story makes for a very interesting read! Go ahead, lose yourself in my adventure; I promise, you won’t be disappointed!

ISBN ebook: 978-1-926760-13-1
FICTION | Romance Contemporary
Word Count: 48,000
List Price: $2.99
Published: November 5, 2009

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As I sat at my usual spot in the hospital cafeteria, alone and lonely, the last thing I expected was to find my one true love, my very own Mr. Right. Yet there he was, unobtrusively eating a cheeseburger and fries, with a rather thick book propped in front of him. Ah, a potential friend, I thought as I studied him with interest. I enjoyed reading myself, and had enough books at home to start a small library. But he was a doctor, and I didn’t have the nerve to actually get up, walk across the room, and sit down across from him for a friendly conversation. I doubted he’d even give me the time of day, if he even had time to spare. I knew how incredibly busy doctors were, since I did work in a hospital, and I also knew that the doctors usually held themselves in some kind of revered awe, as did their patients, as if they were God, or at the very least, God’s right hand man (men?). Such profound respect made the man sitting five tables away all but unavailable to me, unreachable, untouchable. Surely he didn’t have time for such a lowly creature like myself.

At the moment I was the hospital’s business office manager, but that still seemed to put me just out of reach of someone like the man sitting across the room. At thirty I was painfully shy, single, and lonely, and although people didn’t retch and scream and run in horror when they saw me walking down the sidewalk, I also knew that I wasn’t going to win any beauty contests anytime soon. OK, definitely not in THIS lifetime, anyway. I wore glasses and wasn’t exactly pencil-thin, and although I took care with what looks I’d been blessed with and tried to dress nicely, the men just seemed to look right through me. I wasn’t into sports and I didn’t drink, and maybe that was why they chose to ignore me. Maybe all the advice in the popular women’s magazines just didn’t apply to me. I didn’t consider myself a guy’s girl or even a girl’s girl; I was just me, thirty, shy, single, lonely, and rather plain looking. Granted, I had positive qualities--I was college educated, nice, and, I hoped, fairly easy to please. I was also a virgin, but at the moment I didn’t know if that could be considered a positive quality or a rather freakish one. Come on, how many thirty year-old virgins do YOU know? Trust me, that quality wasn’t one that had been cultivated by choice. There just weren’t any takers, at least not for the moment. But as I continued to gaze dreamily at the handsome doctor sitting across the room, something told me that things were about to change for me, and for the better. At least I had learned something valuable from all those magazines--I was smart enough to trust my intuition when it stood up and screamed and smacked me across the face. With a determined sigh I got to my feet, emptied my tray, and began walking towards the doctor who was still eating and reading. He didn’t even look up as I approached, which made me reconsider my decision to approach him. I didn’t know whether to be insulted or angry as I neared his table, and after I nervously cleared my throat I politely said, “Hi. What are you reading?”

He glanced up at me and smiled, and I had to suppress a gasp when I noticed his eyes. They were the most brilliant shade of blue I’d ever seen, with a rather intriguing starburst pattern around the pupils. He had a nice smile as well, all straight, white, even teeth, and his voice was actually pleasant as he replied, “I’m reading a book by Dean Koontz. Are you a fan of his?”

I grinned and motioned to the empty seat across from him, then inquired, “May I?”

“By all means, please do.”

I sat down across from him and propped my chin on my hand, then replied, “Which one are you reading?”

“Out of the Corner of His Eye. It’s a rather interesting book. Have you read it?”

“I most certainly have, and I thought it was one of his best.”

“What did you think the book was about?”

“The power of the mind to overcome physical obstacles.”

He smiled then and nodded in agreement, then said, “I think you’re right. Those were my exact same thoughts.”

“What else do you like to read?”

“Anything by Stephen King, Robin Cook, Michael Palmer, Nicholas Sparks, and all kinds of self help books.”

I nodded and said, “I like all of those authors. I also like Danielle Steel.”

He grinned and said, “Of course.”

“So what’s your name?”

“Adam. And yours?”


“Well, Sophie, it was nice to meet you. Do you eat in the cafeteria often?”

“Usually every day.”

He nodded and said, “I eat here when I get the chance to eat.”

I nodded, suddenly at a loss for words as I studied his handsome face. He was undoubtedly the most attractive man I’d ever seen, and I was surprised that I was actually sitting here talking to him. Most men gave me the brush off after a few terse sentences, and surprised was actually too mild a word to describe how I felt at that moment. Dumbfounded was more like it, and I hoped there wasn’t a goofy expression on my face as I cleared my throat again and said, “Well. It’s been nice talking to you, Adam. Maybe I’ll see you in here again someday.”

He laughed and said, “How does tomorrow sound?”

I couldn’t believe what he’d just said, and in an incredulous voice I stammered, “Excuse me?”

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