Thursday, November 15, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene The Cancer Capricorn Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Hospital #Romance #Hidden child

When Rick pulled into the driveway of his new home, he stared at the house across the street. Cate’s car sat in the driveway but he saw no signs of activity. He moved to where he could see the backyard and watched his daughter climb hand over had across the bar above the swings.
Clint pulled a bag of groceries from the back. “You planning to visit?”
“Not yet.” Rick left the SUV. He handed a second bag to the older man. “We need to get these things inside quickly.”
“Especially since you bought six kinds of ice cream.”
Rick laughed. “The sale price was great and I am an ice cream junkie. When do you plan for this afternoon?”
“A tour of the basement to mark my space. And you?”
“Unpacking. Checking the yard.”
“Are you avoiding our neighbor?”
“You could say that.”
“She needs time to recover from the shock of seeing me and what she did.”
“Excuse me. Son, you left. She didn’t.”
“She could have called.”
“And learned you had no intention of changing your plans. You didn’t handle the situation with her very well.” Clint’s voice held an edge of anger.
Rick grabbed the last two bags and strode to the house. His faster father had nailed his past actions. He was avoiding Cate. He’d also had a shock seeing a child who could only be his daughter.
Right now he could kick himself but his foot wouldn’t reach his ass. Regret filled his head with all those could have seen moments. He should have told Cate about his acceptance to medical school. He should have waited and spoken to her after the ceremony ended. He should have told her he wouldn’t change his dream. He hadn’t and he couldn’t imagine her accepting his reasons then and not even now.
Had Cate known she was pregnant that morning? He recalled what she had whispered as they lined for the march into the stadium. “We need to talk.” He hadn’t been ready for another argument about their future. So he had escaped.
“Rick, the groceries.” Clint shouted.
He hurried to the kitchen and unloaded the bags. He left out two steaks for dinner. Clint quickly mixed a marinade. This done they went to the basement. He and Clint designed a small apartment, one bedroom and sitting room, a bath and a dark room.
That evening over steaks, Clint’s observations made Rick squirm. “The little girl we saw at the restaurant is your daughter.”
Rick nodded. “She has to be.”
“What do you intend to do?” His voice took on that stern father quality Rick had heard the day they had met.
"I don’t know.”
Clint placed his fork on the plate. “I can’t advise you and you know why.”
During the years Rick had lived with the older man he’d learned many things about his foster father’s past. Clint’s inner sadness caused by the flight of his wife of less than a year and his wondering if there had been a child was one of the reasons.
What could he say? He finished his steak and rose. “I’m heading up to finish stowing my stuff.”
Clint nodded. “While you’re facing new challenges, I’ll find a contractor to make the changes in the basement.”
Upstairs Rick tackled hanging bags and boxes. What a change from his first arrival in Eastlake. One duffel bag had been enough. Occasionally he halted and stood at the window facing her home. Lights shone in the first floor windows but he caught no glimpse of her or his daughter.
Would their paths cross at the hospital? Could they ignore personal baggage from the past and work as professional colleagues? He had to try but he also needed to know why she had never reached out.
A daughter. He had a child. The little girl was his only relative. He didn’t even know her name.
He and Cate had to talk. Could he explain his abrupt departure? He had loved her but not enough to sacrifice his dreams. Another reason for his flight had been her mother. The older bitter woman had expected Cate to follow her ideas of where to live and work. He’d been certain Cate wouldn’t protest. She had always hated to make waves. Had she remained the same?
He hung the last of his suits in the closet and went downstairs. With a beer in hand he joined Clint to watch a ballgame. Tomorrow he would find time to speak to Cate.
A restless night of tossing and turning and constant emergence from dreams filled with guilty regret and frustration made him head for a cold shower. Cate must hate him. What else could she feel toward the man who had vanished with no thought of her? He had spoken of love so many times when their bodies had been entwined after making love. One of those times had produced a daughter.
He stepped from the shower. Clint rapped on the closed bathroom door. “Did you forget the golf game with your partners?”
Rick turned off the spray. “What time is it?”
“Seven. We’re to meet them at eight. I’ll load the clubs.”
Rick rubbed his body dry. “Be with you in a few.” He quickly finished his morning routine and strode downstairs.
In the kitchen, he filled a mug with coffee he hoped would jump start his head. The fogginess was his fault.
Clint handed him a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages. He ate and joined his friend at the gray SUV.
“Did you sleep last night?”
Rick shook his head. “Her.”
“You can’t spend your nights and days wallowing in guilt. Admit you made a mistake and move on. How badly did you err?”
Rick shrugged. “Very. Back then leaving seemed my only option. We’d been a couple for almost a year. We had talked about marriage and that’s where the trouble began. She knew how much I wanted medical school. She thought my yearning was foolish. The month before graduation we quarreled constantly and then had passionate makeup sessions.”
“What was her plan for your future?”
“To return to her mother’s home and work at the local hospital.” Rick released a groan. “That wasn’t for me. I’d already applied to several medical schools. When the acceptance came I kept quiet.”
“She didn’t know.”
“None of my friends knew. I didn’t want any more fights so I grabbed my diploma and left.”
Clint chuckled. “I’m amazed she hasn’t come over and knocked you on your kester.”
Rick shrugged. “Not Cate. She doesn’t like to make scenes. She’s angry but I have no fear of physical violence. Seems your life and mine are on parallel lines.”
“Except I was married and my wife disappeared leaving me in limbo.’
“Did you try to find her?”
“I did when I returned from that first assignment. I regret not knowing if she lied about there being no child.” He tossed Rick the keys. “Your town. You drive.”
At a few minutes before eight Rick parked the car in the country club lot. His partners waited at the entrance to the links. He introduced Clint to Bob Stack and Larry Greene. They loaded their clubs onto the back of a golf cart and the round began.
After the eighteenth they walked to the club house for lunch. Larry raised his glass. “Welcome to Eastlake.”
“Glad to be here,” Rick said.
Bob leaned forward. “Tell us about this new system you forced the Board to order.”
“Robotics,” Rick said. “Oh, we’ll do the surgery, not the machine but what we’ll be able to do is design a cutting guide to show the least invasive way to go.”
Larry shook his head. “Does this really work?”
“I wouldn’t have persuaded the hospital to purchase the program if I didn’t believe how much time we’ll save and how much less pain for the patients.” He turned to Clint. “Part of the grant for this came from my foster dad.”
Clint smiled. “I let you finance yourself through college and medical school so this was my gift. It’s another form of photography.”
Their lunches arrived and after finishing Clint and Rick drove home. Rick turned to the older man. “A question.”
“Ask away.”
“What would you have done if you had found your wife and discovered there was a child?”
“Taken care of them financially and tried to form a bond with my child.”
“What about suing for custody?”
Clint shrugged. “Wouldn’t have happened unless there was a cause like neglect or worse I wouldn’t take a child from her mother.”
“Would you have tried to win her love again?”
“I don’t think that would have been possible, especially after the way she vanished from everyone she knew.”
“Makes sense.” Rick turned into the street. He didn’t want custody unless he and Cate married. That seemed as impossible as climbing a glass mountain. Cate refused to speak to him. He might have to force the issue.
At the house he opened the rear of the van. The sound of a ball bouncing caused him to turn.
The piping voice brought a smile. His daughter aimed a basketball at the hoop attached to the garage door. He’d played forward in high school and college. She tossed a second time. “Score.”
“Not bad,” Clint said.
Rick leaned against the car. Though they had never spoken pride settled in his chest. An urge to dash across the street and announce his paternity was batted aside. He had no idea what Cate had told the child about him.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Wednesday The Virgo Pisces Connection #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Medical #Romance #Virgo #Pisces

The Virgo Pisces Connection (Opposites in Love Book 6) Kindle Edition

Join the authors here in a blog hop for some great excerpts Mine is my new release The Virgo Pisces Connection. The third death in a week sends nurse, Megan into flight and an accident during a snow storm brings Dave, a traveling doctor into her life.

Pisces Megan experiences burnout. Her third witnessed death on the Oncology Unit in a week is too much for her to handle. Going to her apartment and being alone isn't to her taste. Of all the Grantley Gang, she is the only one not married. She tries to resign from the hospital and is persuaded to take a month of her accumulated vacation time first. Avoiding her five friends, Megan rushes from town, not knowing or caring where she is going. Escaping the ghosts of the dead is her primary goal. During a blinding snowstorm, she crashes into the life of Dave Malloy MD.

Dave is a Virgo a traveling doctor going from assignment to assignment over the country. He's decided two things. One is to settle and gather moss. The other is to find his sister lost years ago when they were sent to two different foster homes. He has found her and vows to rescue her from an abusive situation. When Megan lands against a tree at the house where he is staying, he finds her very attractive. But can he act on this attraction when he must care for her after the accident and his decision she is a patient?

Together, they must find his sister and hope they aren't too late.


Megan groaned. Her head throbbed and her body ached. Had the immovable object stepped into her path? What had happened? She sought to gather the fragmented memories and failed.
Large hands clasped hers. A deep voice called her miss. Was she? A thought converged. She was the only one not married. The voice called for her to wake up. Why? She feared opening her eyes to find the man wasn’t real.
She freed her hands and ran them along arms that seemed real. So did the shoulders. As she tried to sit up, she pulled him toward her. Her lips touched his. He was real. Was he hers?
His kiss synched with hers. His tongue slid over her opened mouth. Tongues touched, tangled and explored. Her body vibrated with sensations both familiar and new. Had she found her destiny? He pulled back.
Megan found her voice. “Are you my Valentine?”
He eased her back onto soft pillows. “Just your rescuer. I’m sorry the motion sensor light caused you to lose control of the car.”
Megan gingerly touched the sore spot on her head and found a hematoma. “Accident?”
His dark eyes held concern. “You chose a bad day to travel. The snow came fast and heavy. I think you were pulling into the driveway. The light flashed. You lost control and plowed into an oak. I pulled you from the wreck.”
Her mind refused to focus on what he said. She really wanted to know who he was. She stared at her dream come true. Dark hair, dark eyes and muscles. The ache in her head cried for relief. “Concussion?”
“How long was I out?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Do you think there’s a skull fracture? Do I need medical help?”



Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Tuesday's Writer's Tip - Using the Senses - Reasons #MFRWauthor #Senses #Ways to use #BWLAuthor

Now that we've looked at the senses, let's look at the different ways to use them in your story. There are probably many more ways but these are the really common ones.

1. To define the setting. Think of the ways you can let readers know where the action is taking place. There could be the acrid aroma of gunfire and the loud snapping sounds. There could be the beauty of a rose garden or the feel of the petals beneath a person's fingers. There could be the taste of the fresh baked cookies.

2. To describe a character/ Think of ways to use the senses here. She felt the roughness of his beard and the sharp aroma of sweat. She looked at his blue eyes and wanted to melt. The sound of his voice rasped over her nerves, His kiss tasted of coffee.

3. To set the time frame. The light falling snow brought winter. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the snow. The crash of waves against the rocks promised a winter storm. She smelled the coming storm. She brushed her hands over the cold, newly fallen snow.

4. To establish a mood or tone. Eerie sounds of moaning filled the air. The taste of acid burned her mouth. She touched the ancient bones and felt them crumble. She saw a shadow move in the darkness. The odor of death surrounded her.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Meandering on Monday with Janet Lane Walters #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Poetry #Tragedies #Writing

Meander 1 - Poem - Adopted Daughter -

Little black girl
With your fuzzy fluff of hair
And your lovely face
Do you ever wonder
Ponder why
Your Mom and Dad are white/
Do you wonder how you stole
Crept into our hearts?
The answer isn't easy.
I'm not sure I really know.

Meander 2 - Tragedies - Once again there is another mass murder involving guns. Why do people have no sense and always say guns don't kill, people do? If they didn't have the guns would there be different endings? I don't know but I do know there is a sickness in our land that only we can cure with tougher laws. That might put some people out of sorts but something must be done. This isn't the Wild West.

Meander 3 - Writing - Finally think I have this ready to move ahead. The book will be longer than the others, probably 60,000 words or more. So I will continue to push and push.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Sunday's Book The Cancer Capricorn Connection #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Medical romance #Cancer #Capricorn

The Cancer-Capricon Connection (Opposites in Love Book 4) by [Lane-Walters, Janet]

She’s a Cancer and he’s a Capricorn. She has a secret she wants to keep but moments after they meet again, he realizes that her daughter is his, and he wants to be part of their life.

Memories of the past and her hurt brings Cate’s old anger back to the surface but Rick realizes what a fool he was in his single-minded desire to follow his dream. He now has the medical degree he desired enough to set his love for Cate aside. His guilt and her anger clash as they try to find ways to show their daughter how much they love her.

November 8, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Saturday's Blurbs featuring Books by Tricia McGill #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Time Travel #Romance

Powerful Destiny

Can love span time?
It is 850AD and Norse warrior Rolf lands on the shores of East Anglia determined to take revenge on a Celtic clan. Following a fierce battle, where the Celts are savagely killed, Rolf comes face to face with the daughter of the slain Celtic leader. So stunned by the beauty, along with the courage of Brigid, he is convinced that his Three Fates of Destiny brought them together. Resolved to make this woman his own, he spares the lives of the captured Celtic women and children and takes them back to his homeland across the ocean.
Strangely drawn to the Norseman who is so sure they are destined to be together, Brigid must fight against succumbing to the wishes of the man who killed her father. Nevertheless, to save her fellow Celtic captives from slavery or worse, Brigid must keep a bargain with the Norse leader—a bargain that will see her tied to him forever.
In present day Cornwall, naturally shy Rolf shares his secluded lighthouse with his wolfhound. An artist, he delights in the rugged scenery and ever-changing weather. While in the nearest bookshop one day, he meets a newcomer to town. Brigid’s unusual personality strikes a chord with him. Not only are both convinced they have met before, but their fascination for Viking and Celtic history forges an unusual bond between them. Outspoken and forthright, Brigid sets out to break down the barrier of reserve and caution Rolf has erected over the years. Is it simply whimsy or can lovers across centuries be reunited?
“Powerful - an excellent word to describe this story.” S. Peters-Davis

The Lord of Castlegrove Manor, heir to a vast fortune, is a studious History buff who loves reading about the years following the Roman occupation of Britain. Dissatisfied with running his extensive estate, a distraction from Bart’s boredom is his erotic dreams. No woman but his dream lover will ever offer him the satisfaction he craves.
During one of these dreams Bart wakes up miles from his comfortable existence and in the year 450AD. When he comes face to face with Haesal, he knows instantly this is the woman who has shared so many of his heated fantasies.
Most Celts have fled west to escape invaders from over the seas. Haesal and her brother have been captured by an evil barbarian and Bart comes to realise that his mission is to rescue them and return them safely to their home in Cornwall. Haesal’s belief in shapeshifters and the fairy folk helps her better understand the sudden appearance of this handsome stranger in her life who claims to have a deep knowledge of her. But can the love they find with each other survive through time and treachery?
“This is a wonderfully complex tale about a man in another time. Ms. Mc Gill is at her best describing the settings and making us feel as if we’re in ancient times…” Jennifer Macaire.

This book is dedicated to all the women out there who dream of having a man like Jack in their lives—and to those who are blessed by having one.
When Jack Delaney re-enters widow Tessa’s life, her world is turned upside down by this handsome, successful, much younger man.

    For too long Tessa has seen herself as plain and dowdy, just an ordinary suburban housewife. With her confidence eroded after being married to a bully who humiliated her at every opportunity, why wouldn’t she presume she was unattractive, and someone no man would find the least bit worth bothering with?
    But now Tessa is a widow, and relishing her new state of independence. Her world is turned upside down by Jack Delaney, a man she spent hours fantasizing over when he worked for her husband. A man who gave her a deliciously secret outlet from her miserable marriage. When Jack enters her life again, professing he finds her attractive, why would she believe him? Especially as he is now wealthy, successful, still extremely handsome, and to add to that, years younger than her.
“This is an unforgettable love story that I didn’t want to end and when it did, I wanted to start reading it again.” Hattie Boyd

Friday, November 9, 2018

Friday's Guest Tricia McGill - Talking about Writing #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Writing #Genres

1. What's your genre or do you write in more than one?
First up, I would like to thank you, Janet, for having me again as guest on your blog. I write in several sub-genres: Time-Travel, Historical, and Contemporary, but all are romances. I wrote one Sci-Fi, but that was just a side step from my favoured genres. Nevertheless Amid the Stars was strictly a Romance, albeit between a woman from Earth and an alien.
2. Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
All chose me. I’ve always written whatever took my fancy at any given time.
3.  Is there any genre you'd like to try?  Or is there one you wouldn't?
Well, so far I haven’t come across one I would like to try, but that doesn’t mean that along the line I might get an idea and take off on a tangent. I like all my stories to have romance in them, and a touch of humour. For this reason, I could never tackle horror or even mystery. I steer clear of erotica, I guess because I do not like to read it. To each his own, and I have no argument with people who like to read or write it, but it is not for me. On thinking more about this question, I often think I would like to write Young Adult, but have never tried it, for having no idea what goes on in the minds of the young these days, I fear I would be severely out of my depth.

4.  What fiction do you read for pleasure?
I’ve always loved reading Time-Travels, and Historicals, and these are my preferred genres, but I read contemporaries by my favourite authors. I do love any story featuring animals, especially dogs, cats or horses, as they often play a big part in my own books.

5.  Tell me a bit about yourself and how long you've been writing.
I suppose you could say I have been writing forever, but my first published book came out in 2000. This book began life with another title, but is now Mystic Mountains, and remains one of my best sellers at Books We Love.
I still have a school report dated from way back, and the best comment came from my English teacher, Miss Steggall, who gave me high marks for Composition and Literature. She said, “Highly satisfactory progress, and very good promise for the future.” The only higher mark I received that year was for Art, my second favourite subject. I can recall my siblings telling me how good my stories were while I was still in primary school, so I obviously always loved telling tales.

6.  Which of your characters is your favorite?
Oh dear, I find it hard to pick a favourite. I fall in love with most of my heroes while creating them. Perhaps my number one would be Tiger, from Mystic Mountains. I always pictured him as a young Matthew Mcconaughey. But, I do rather like Jack from When Fate Decides, mainly because he falls for an older woman and couldn’t care less what the world thinks about this situation. As for the females, Leah from Leah in Love is my all-time favourite as she took me on a roller coaster ride of fun and mayhem as she told me her story.

7.  Are there villains in your books and how were they created?
There just has to be a villain. Perhaps not always an absolutely nasty character intent on death and destruction, but perhaps someone who wishes to upset the romance happening between the main characters. My Settlers Series contains more than one villain, the main one in both books being the military who were in charge of the poor unfortunate souls transported across the seas to serve out their sentences, and often their lives, in what was in the 1800s a mostly unchartered and hostile land. Being a romantic at heart, my villains must always lose.
8.  What are you working on now?
My work in progress is probably the hardest task I have ever tackled. Crying is for Babies traces a woman’s life through the trials of a childhood in the 1930s ruined by callous surgeons, to her lifetime of struggles coping with a disability brought about by this treatment. Part of her story takes us through WW11, and shows how an ordinary family coped with the devastation suffered in London. Having a loving family to support her, she overcame all obstacles in her path to become a marvellous, talented adult, loved by everyone. This story comes from my heart and relates the life of one of my dear sisters. This is why it has been so difficult to write, as there have been many hiccups along the way while I pause to take a few deep breaths.

9.  What's your latest release and how did the idea arrive?
Powerful Destiny is a historical with a twist for it is also a story of reincarnation. The idea first came to me actually from a friend who shares my interest in Vikings. It started life as a short story then grew like Pinocchio’s nose into a novella and finally into a novel. I loved writing this one because it covers two of my keen interests, Vikings and reincarnation. I touched on reincarnation in my Time-Travel, A Call Through Time also as the lovers were reunited in the present. I believe that we meet up with those who have the most impact on us and firmly believe I have lived before, so it comes easily for me to weave the premise into my stories.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene from The Gemini Sagittarius Connection #MFRWauthor #BWLPublishing #Nedical romance

Liz picked up her lab coat and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Though she looked calm, she felt inches from panic. Monday had arrived. In fifty-five minutes, she had to leave for work. Her stomach clenched. Her shoulder muscles knotted. She searched for courage and found doubts swirling like gnats at the beach.
     She hated first days, but until she faced today, there could be no second or third. How different could things be from the pressures she'd faced at the hospital in the city? What if she hated being nurse manager at Eastlake Community?
     Eric had called the position a challenge. Megan had said the unit was a disaster and the doctors disgruntled. Jenessa had spoken of the need for organization. Alex had shrugged. He seldom had patients on the unit, unless he was called for a medical consultation. Laurel had tried to be encouraging.
     When she'd asked about the acting nurse manager, Jenessa had changed the subject. Did this Mrs. Forbes resent not receiving the position? Was the woman working on the unit? Would she be on duty today? Liz felt as if she was walking into a game where she didn't know the rules.
     I'll deal with this. She had to or opt out the way the four previous holders had. Had they decided to resign or had someone forced them out?
     With a new worry added to the swarm of gnats, she left the bedroom. Before going downstairs, she paused in the doorway of her sons' room. She smiled. Justin sprawled on the top bunk. One foot hung over the edge. Thank heavens she'd insisted the side rail remain in place. Brandon was curled into a ball in the center of the lower bunk.
     They looked so innocent. Would they lose the hard and defiant edge they'd cultivated in the city? She prayed they wouldn't give their grandfather trouble. All weekend they'd hung around the house, even refusing to go shopping and exploring with her. They'd spent all of Sunday on the porch waiting for the neighbors to return. Bedtime had arrived before Delores and Chet had come home.
     In the kitchen, the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee did little to stir her appetite, but she had to eat something. She opened the refrigerator and took out the juice.
     Pop stepped into the room. "Want me to scramble some eggs for you?"
     The thought of food made her stomach lurch. "I can't eat."
     "You got the jitters again?" He patted her shoulder. "This move's a good one for you and the boys. Nice town. Nice people."
     His optimism cheered her a bit. "Thanks. You're great. Make sure the boys clean their room and mow the lawn. I think they can handle the hand mower. Tell them not to blow what's left of last week's allowance."
     He chuckled. "Bran won't. Money slides through Jus's fingers like water. They're good boys. Once they get used to being here, they'll settle down." He poured two cups of coffee and sat across the table from her.
     She swallowed a mouthful of orange juice and wished she hadn't. She pushed the glass away and looked at the clock. If she left now, she'd be forty-five minutes early, and she'd have too much stewing time. Why hadn't she agreed to start today at nine and let Eric introduce her to the staff?
     "Been thinking about Florida again," Pop said.
     Liz looked up. She'd thought his talk had been nothing more than a dream. "What have you decided?"
     "Depends. George and Pete have found a house we can share, especially if Al decides to come along. Not far from Orlando. You and the boys can come for visits on their school vacations, and I could come back summers to ride herd on them."
     A lump formed in her throat. He'd been so much a part of their lives since Derek's death. This meant another change, but one she knew was right for him. She'd miss him. So would the boys.         "When do you plan to leave?"
     "Don't fret. Won't be 'til after school starts. Boys will be old enough to stay alone for the short time from when school lets out and you come home from the hospital. It's not like they're babies."
     He was right, they weren't. There might be some kind of after school program for them. The problem was that Pop was the man in the twins' lives. How could she replace him? She thought of the things she couldn't teach them. Her friends called her athletically challenged. They were right. She couldn't think of a sport she enjoyed or was marginally adept at playing. She wanted to beg Pop to stay, but he'd given up a lot for her and the boys. "Why did you wait until this morning to tell me?"
     "Figured I'd divert you from the jitters."
     "Didn't work." She sighed. "Go for it . . . . I'll miss you."
     He patted her hand. "I'm not abandoning you."
     "I know." She believed him, but that's what it felt like. He was the boys' only relative. Her parents and his wife were dead. She and Derek had been only children.
     "About time you got on with your life. My being around keeps you from looking for someone. I know you loved Derek, but you can't mourn him forever."
     Why not, she wondered. Clinging to those memories was safe.
     "I worry you think I won't approve if you find love again," he said. "I'd be happy to give the bride away."
     "When do I have time to look?"
     "Could find time if you wanted." He refilled his cup. "Boys are getting too much for an old man. Made mistakes with Derek. Don't want to repeat them with my grandsons."
     "You didn't make mistakes. Derek was a good husband. He died a hero."
     "In a foolish way. Dashed into that house with no thought for what would happen to you and the boys. Wasn't the first time he took a chance with his life."
     She felt tears forming. Her husband had run into a burning house where three children were trapped. He'd saved two, but the third had died in his arms. "Don't blame yourself. Derek wanted to be a hero to everyone." She rose. "Time for me to head to the hospital."
     "Smile. It's not your doom."
     "Feels like it."
     Ten minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot, found a space, and watched nurses and other staff members walk to the red brick building. Her heart hammered, and she tried to tell herself how foolish it was for a woman who'd just had her fortieth birthday to feel like a six-year-old on the first day of school.
     She left the car and followed several women in white uniforms to the elevator. Were any of them part of her staff? She stood at the rear of the car and tried to smile. Her lips felt stiff, and her hands were blocks of ice. A dozen scenarios, all centered on failure, ran through her thoughts.
     On four, she strode down the hall to the ortho/neuro unit. She glanced into the office that would be hers and saw Delores. Liz paused with her hand on the door. Why hadn't her neighbor mentioned she was the acting nurse manager?
     Delores looked up. "Be out of your way in a jiff." She shoved papers into a box. "Just clearing my junk out."
      "You don't have to rush."
     "You are the new broom, and you know what they say." The blonde's smile failed to reach her eyes. "Should have cleared out on Friday, but I had to take the last of my comp time before I lost it. I'm not about to give them a penny more than they deserve."
      Bitterness tinged Delores' words. Liz prayed she wouldn't be buried beneath the overflow. Still, she didn't blame the other nurse for being upset that someone else had been given the job she wanted. "Leave the box until you go off duty."
     "I'll shove it in my locker. Won't take more than five minutes. Then I'll show you around." She grabbed the box and hurried toward the locker room.
     Liz slumped in the chair behind the gray metal desk. This day was off to a great start. How would this twist effect the friendship between the twins and Delores' son? Maybe the other woman would be the one to say no. Liz reached for the papers in the wire basket on the corner of the desk and began to sort them.
     Delores cleared her throat. "All set. Good thing I didn't give myself an assignment this morning. I'm free to show you around. Actually, I thought you'd be in later."
     "Is the unit well-staffed?"
     "Yes and no." Delores made a face. "There's a big turnover so most days we work with floats. Got two today so the nursing office must have thought you needed an easy intro."
     "Will you stay on the unit?"
     "I'm not sure how you'll feel when people come to me with questions instead of you."
     "Why should that bother me?" Liz asked.
     Delores shrugged. "I have . . . . Never mind."
     She had what, Liz wondered. Delores' rigid posture made Liz uncomfortable. Was the other nurse friend or foe? Was her resentment toward the administration or on a personal level? "I wish I'd known you worked here. We could have driven together."
     "Didn't Mr. Bradshaw tell you about me?"
     "He called you Mrs. Forbes. I never heard your last name when we met."
     "Guess I was in a rush to get away. Had to drop my son with his father so I could spend some time with my friend." Her smile was sly.
     "What about driving in together?"
     Delores shook her head. "Most days I don't go straight home. I have a . . . arrangement. Having a social life is complicated when you have an impressionable son. I'm sure you understand what I mean."
     Liz walked to the door. "Let's sit in on report and then make walking rounds."
     "Your choice." Delores led the way down the hall.
     "How long were you acting nurse manager?" Liz asked. "You weren't here when I interviewed."
     A spark of anger lit the other nurse's pale brown eyes. "I was on vacation. Didn't know I wouldn't have the job until I returned. Guess I don't know the right people. Sure hope you do. If not, prepare for a short stay."
     Liz wondered what Delores meant. Who were the right people? Megan had encouraged the application for the position, and Laurel and Jenessa had added their voices. Liz wanted to believe her experience had led to the hiring. Did Delores have some vague promise that she'd be offered the job if she proved herself during the interim? Does she think I stole her job? Don't jump to conclusions.
"Have you always worked on this unit?" Liz asked.
     Delores shook her head. "CCU, but when the opening here came up, I figured I'd give it a try. No one else offered. This unit has a reputation for spitting out nurse managers."
     Before they reached the nurses' station, she halted. "Look, I don't blame you. You applied and evidently were more qualified than I am. Put it down to hospital politics and the mechanizations of certain doctors."
     Which doctors? Before Liz could ask, the night nurse began report. Liz noted the nurses who took notes and those who seemed bored. Once report ended, Liz introduced herself. "I'll be speaking with all of you in the next few days."
     As she and Delores walked the unit, Liz made mental notes about the location of supplies and the types of patients presently on the unit. In one of the rooms, she watched a young nurse begin pin care on a patient whose shattered left leg was being stabilized before it could be set.
     Liz motioned the young nurse into the hall. "Ever do this before?" She glanced at the name tag.
     Penny shook her head. "I read the procedure book, but this is my first time."
     "Did you ask anyone for assistance?"
     Penny shrugged. "Everyone's busy with their own patients, and they think I should have learned how in school. We spent three weeks of clinical here, and I never had a patient with this kind of procedure."
     "Let me show you. Once you see, you'll have no problems." Liz introduced herself to the patient.         "I'll do your pin care this morning." She quickly demonstrated the procedure while Penny watched. "If you have any questions, come to me." When Liz stepped into the hall, she turned to Delores. "What kind of orientation do the new grads receive?"
     "Evidently, not a good one," Delores said. "They spend the first two weeks with staff, learning how we do things here. If they don't know what they're doing, blame our administrators."
     Why, Liz wondered. Each unit had its own demands. "Do you mean there's no orientation specific to the unit?"
     "They spend a day or two learning where things are kept. What's to learn? They should have been taught during their schooling."
     "Were you?"
     Delores frowned. “I went straight to CCU after I graduated and had to take a course."
     Did Delores know much about orthopedic and neurological nursing? Liz added a specialty course to her list. Right after computers.
     "Delores, phone," the unit clerk called.
     When the other nurse headed to the station, Liz stepped into one of the patient rooms on the neuro side. An older nurse with graying hair stood with her hands on her hips. "You need to get to the chair, and, no, I'm not going to use the lift."
     Liz stepped to the bedside. "This your first time?" she asked the patient.
     "Mrs. Jordan, I'm Edna." The nurse smiled. "About his tenth, and it's time for him to try on his own. Doesn't think I'm strong enough."
     Liz smiled at the large-boned woman. "I'm sure you are, but let me try." She glanced at the name on the headboard. "Mr. Greene, I'm Liz Jordan, the nurse manager. Let me show you how you can help yourself. I'm sure you don't want to stay in bed forever."
     "What if I fall?"
     "Edna and I won't let you. She's going to hold the chair. Now, use the trapeze and slide to the edge of the bed. Bring your hips toward me and put your feet on the floor. Now stand and pivot."
     The patient followed her directions and looked up with surprise. "I did it."
     Liz smiled. "Next time, Edna will help."
     The older nurse laughed. "And I'm a tad bit bigger than she is. Good to have you aboard, Mrs. Jordan."
     "That's Liz."
     "Good enough."
     Liz continued rounds on her own, and then walked to the nurses' station. Delores sat on a corner of the doctor's desk. "Here she is now."
     Two doctors introduced themselves. Liz noted their names and connected them to the patients. Once they left, she sent Delores to assist with patient care. "I'll be in my office."
     "Don't you want me to pick up these orders?" Delores asked.
     "Sure, but they're used to me taking care of it."
     "I think you'd better pass the word that the patient's nurse is expected to transcribe the orders. Before long all they’ll have to do is check since this unit will soon have computers." Liz said.
Edna made a vee sign. "If she doesn't, I will."
     “Computers here. Maybe next year.” Delores glared at the older woman, and then turned to Liz. "I haven't finished your tour. I'm sure policies are different here than wherever you worked before."
     "Probably, but I've read the policy and procedure manuals. Mr. Bradshaw gave me copies. I need to make notes on some changes I'm considering."
     Delores fisted her hands on her hips. "What things and what changes?"
     "The ones I was hired to make."
     Delores laughed. "Go ahead and plan. You won't get any backing from the Nursing Office, the union, or the Board. When Bradshaw took over from the former director, someone I considered to be a brilliant leader, there were going to be great changes. Haven't seen any. Things were better before. People were promoted on seniority, not education."
     Liz shook her head. Was there a way to rid herself of this thorn? Arguing wouldn't work. Eric was slowly making changes. Unfortunately, the union had to be convinced any new system would benefit the nurses and the patients. Liz thought about Penny. Putting a new grad on a unit with minimum amounts of orientation was asking for a law suit. Did the fault lie with the administration or with the person who had been acting nurse manager?
     She sat at the desk and made a sketch of the department. The nurses' station was built as a triangle. The medication room and the doctors' desk filled the base. The desks for the nurses and the unit clerk formed the sides. One of the patient wings held patients who'd had orthopedic or neurosurgery and the other those with neurological and medical problems.
     Once the drawing was finished, she made notes for a proper orientation and began a list of teaching modules to be included. She reached for the phone and placed a call to Grantley College to make an appointment to speak to the dean of the Nursing Department. There was no reason the program couldn't give the staff nurses credits toward a bachelor's degree.
     Someone tapped on the door. She looked up and saw Megan. "Thought we were meeting for lunch?"
     "Is it that late?"
     "Nearly one. I waited for you to call, and then worried something had gone wrong. You okay?"
     "Just immersed in plans." Liz put the papers in the center drawer of the desk.
     "Then climb out of the pool. I'm starved."
     They found a table in a corner of the nearly deserted cafeteria and unloaded their trays. Liz's appetite had returned. While she ate soup and a sandwich, she listened to Megan's chatter about her love life. Liz chuckled over her friend's inability to choose one man.
     "You're fickle," Liz said.
     "Or a coward." Megan raised her glass. "More likely it's a reaction to Dad's single-minded clinging to a habit of avoiding women and commitment."
       "There's nothing wrong with not wanting a second marriage."
     "I'd forgotten that you're as fixed in the past as Dad." Megan finished the tea. "So what do you think of your unit?"
     "There's a lot of room for improvement. Part of the reason for the frequent requests for transfers is the way the place has been run. I don't blame new grads for leaving. They're thrown into the fire and left to burn."
     "Delores Forbes."
     Liz frowned. "Maybe not. She accepted a job she wasn't prepared to handle. She doesn't have a degree. She's a CCU nurse with little experience with the types of patients on the unit."
     "Why are you defending her?"
     "She's good with the patients."
     "Is she, or does she try to charm them? Delores doesn't like to work."
     "You could be right."
     "How are you going to handle the problems?"
     "With stealth."
     Megan laughed. "You jest."
     Liz shook her head. "Not really. I'm designing a plan, and, by the end of the week, I'll see how to implement it. I need to talk to Eric about the four new grads. They've been on the unit two months, and they're still floundering." She looked up. "When are you moving to administration?"
     "When the nurse recruiter retires or resigns. She won't share her territory."
Liz rose. "I'd better head back. I'm sure other doctors will be making rounds, and I need to meet them all."
     Megan frowned. "The orthopods usually come by in the morning."
     "I met two. Delores must have waylaid the others."
     "Don't let her go with Dad. His partner doesn't mind."
     Liz gathered her dishes. "Why not?"
     "She tried to dig her claws into Dad. He ran fast, but she took a few strips. According to her, they were a hot item."
      "And you're protecting him?"
     Megan shook her head. "He's too wary to be trapped, but she's spreading some nasty gossip."
     Liz carried her tray to the disposal area. Gossip and rumors, she thought. Let's hope I can avoid them.
     When she reached the nurses' station, she halted abruptly. Jeff Carter, the man who'd resided in her daydreams for years, stood at the unit clerk's desk. "Where's the new nurse manager?"
     "Here," Liz said. "I'm Liz Jordan, and you are?"
     "Dr. Jeff Carter, not to be confused with my son." He smiled.
Liz grasped the edge of the counter. "Since I know Alex, there'll be no confusion. Is there a problem?"
     He nodded. "On Friday, there was a medication error involving one of my patients. I was told the incident report was in your office. I want to see it."
     She frowned. She'd looked through all the papers that were in the basket and hadn't seen any incident report. "Let me look."
     "Don't you think incident reports are important?"
     "I didn't find one on my desk, but I'll check the drawers."
     As they strode down the hall, he told her what he'd learned. "Someone on this unit is responsible. I spoke to the pharmacist on duty. He said a nurse had insisted she'd spoken to me, and I'd ordered penicillin on a patient who's allergic to that medicine. No one called my office. I want to know who's behind this."
     "So do I." Liz checked the papers on her desk and searched the drawers. "Not here. Maybe Delores put it with the things she removed from the office."
     "Find her." Ice coated his voice.
     "On my way."
     "One thing you'd better make clear to your entire staff. Any time there's a question about one of my orders, I expect a phone call."
     Liz turned. "That's standard practice. Who signed off the order and sent it to the pharmacy?"
     He shrugged. "Writing's on a par with mine."
     Liz smiled. “Won’t be a problem when the computers arrive.”
     “Not you, too. Find that incident report.”
     Liz found Delores in the lounge. "Dr. Carter would like to see the incident report from Friday. It wasn't in my office."
     Delores smiled. "Maybe I accidentally put it with my things. I'll check my locker and bring it to you."
     "Thanks. He's a tense man."
     Delores laughed. "Maybe he should be."
     Ten minutes after Liz reached the nurses' station, Delores arrived. "Found it. Dr. Carter, I understand your patient was fortunate."
     Jeff Carter's mouth formed a taut line. "Weren't you in charge Friday? Where were you when the incident occurred?"
     The blonde rested one hand on her hip. "Taking some comp time. I'm sure I told the clerk to call your office."
     The thin woman wheeled in her chair. "You never."
     "Then I must have told the patient's nurse. These new grads let everything fluster them."
     By the time the stories were checked, Liz had no idea what had happened. The incident report was no help. She frowned. Delores had signed the report, yet she denied being on the unit when the wrong medicine was given. "How could you sign a report when you weren't here?"
     Delores opened a drawer. "Pre-signed forms. The nurse manager only needs to sign that the nurse made it out."
     Liz lifted the forms from the drawer. "This won't happen again."
     "Better not." Jeff picked up a stack of charts. "Mrs. Jordan, I'll speak with you after I've seen my patients and talked to their nurses."
     Liz watched him walk away. She would rather hide, but she couldn't. She returned to her office and added more items to her growing list. How could one person sort out chaos?
     "Mrs. Jordan."
     His deep voice sent chills along her skin. "Dr. Carter, come in."
      He closed the door. "I know it's your first day, but do you have any idea when you'll have a smooth operation here?"
      She wanted to laugh, but that would be the wrong approach. "I've a list of areas where improvements are needed and some ideas of how they can be accomplished. But to give you a date, sorry."
     "I wish you luck."
       "Thanks. I'll be speaking to all the doctors and asking for suggestions. Do you have any?"
He smiled. "A few hundred. We should name a time and place for a meeting."
     "I'd like that." She mentally ran through a list of those who should be included.
     "How about joining me for dinner on Friday?"
     "Sure. No, wait . . . ." She'd answered before she thought, before she remembered this was real and not part of a fantasy. She shook her head. "Not dinner."
     "Strictly business."
     "We can meet here, or you could tell me now." Did he hear the panic in her voice?
     "Can't today. I've office hours, and I need to organize my ideas. Not here either. Too many curious eyes."
     She frowned. "Why would anyone be curious about a meeting in this office?"
     "Don't ask."
     "Let me talk to Eric. I'm sure we can use the conference room and ask the other doctors to come."
     "Friday. I'll pick you up at seven."
     "Tell me where, and I'll meet you." She'd also ask Eric and Jenessa to join them.
     "You're new in town."
     "Not that new. I went to Grantley with Megan." She chewed on her lower lip. Why had she reminded him? Evidently, he didn't remember how she'd made a fool of herself. Liz stared at her desk. This was the moment she'd dreamed of for years. Dreamed was the key word. Reality wasn't safe.
     "We'll go somewhere so we can talk."
     "You don't know where I live."
     "Laurel's house." He walked to the door.
      She shook her head. What had she done? Business. The dinner was to be a business meeting.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

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The Leo-Aquarius Connection (Opposites in Love Book 5) Kindle Edition

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The nurses stare as he exits the elevator on the Pediatric Unit. “Enter the handsome doctor.” Those are Doctor Caleb Winstone’s words as he steps off the elevator. Though he’s embarrassed, this Leo doctor rolls with the punches. 

He’s returned home to join an older doctor in the practice. Before long he learns the new nurse manager of the unit is a woman he knows. Of all the women in the world, she is the last one he wants to see. How can he manage to work daily with her? Before the day ends, he discovers his mother has decided who he should marry and the woman is quite willing. Not for him.

Suzanna Rollins is an Aquarian and now the guardian of her half-brother who was badly injured in a car accident. She takes the position as nurse manager of the Pediatric unit for several reasons. One is the move from the city re-unites her with college friends, the Grantley Gang. The other is for the excellent Rehab Center. On the day of her arrival, she encounters Caleb. What is he doing here and why? Can she work with the man she fell in and out of love with the night he offered her less than marriage?




Alex mentioned name after name until they reached the tall brunette at the end of the desk. Her lab coat marked her as the unit’s nurse manager.
     “Caleb, Jenessa Bradshaw, Acting Nurse Manager. Her husband is Director of Nursing.”
     “Glad to meet you,” Caleb said. “Sorry about the grand entrance.”
     She laughed. “You said what we were thinking.”
     “Don’t encourage him,” Alex said. “Half the girls in high school followed him around.”
     “The other half followed you.” Caleb turned to Jenessa. “Why are you just acting nurse manager?”
     “Our newly hired one was to start two months ago but a family emergency intervened. She’s starting on Monday.”
     “She must be special.”
     “She is. She’s a nurse practitioner.”
     “I’m impressed.”
     Jenessa smiled. “Let me give you a quick tour.”
     Caleb walked beside her. “Is the name of this new nurse a secret?”
     “I forgot you weren’t here during the selection process. She’s a friend from my class at Grantley.”
     Alex nodded. “She’s one of the infamous Grantley Gang. You were seldom home back then to know about their antics.” He turned to Jenessa. “Are we holding a welcoming party to celebrate the event?”
     “I would tell you to ask your wife but just the Gang minus Rick,” Jenessa said. “She’ll be tied up at Rehab getting her brother settled.”
     Caleb halted. “Just who is this person?”
     “Suzanna Rollins,” Jenessa said. “She worked at City.”
     Caleb held in a groan. Not her. Not here. He prayed his face didn’t show his feelings. Of all the women in the world to invade his space. Suzanna Rollins had no use for him. Their days of dating hadn’t ended well.
     “Do you know her?”
     Caleb shrugged. “I may have seen her a time or two.” Or more. They had dated for several months until the night he’d asked her to give up her job and move in with him. All her expenses would be paid. All she had to do was warm his bed.

     His cheek still stung with the memory of her reaction. She’d walked away. He’d managed to avoid her and leaped at the chance to spend three months in London on Respiratory Problems in Children seminar.