Janet Lee Walters has provided her many fans with still another conflict-driven story that's filled with a realistic, edgy medical setting, a plucky proactive heroine, and a cast of secondary characters that portray all the foibles of the human condition. Joanna Gordon, Director of Nurses at a community hospital is faced with tough choices. She must stand up to the unscrupulous CEO, doing what she knows in her
heart is right, even if it costs her her job. Joanna grapples with choices in the romance department as well. While she is the epitomy of a driven career woman at the hospital, when it comes to matters of the heart, she's much more the soft kitten, just like her pet kitty at home. The book held my interest right until the end as I kept reading to know which man would win out. I wasn't disappointed!
All-in-all, this an enjoyable read that deserves a 5 star rating.
Excerpt:
Johanna Gordon raked
her fingers through her short curls and glanced at the clock centered on the
wall between her diplomas. Seven-thirty. No wonder her shoulders ached. She’d
been hunched over the desk since four.
With a sigh, she
closed a folder and added it to the neat stack on a corner of the desk. She
pursed her lips. For two weeks, the budget for the nursing department at the
hospital had consumed her time. Unfortunately, money would remain her focus
until she found areas to cut costs without compromising patient care or
breaking the current contract with the nurses. Not that Hudson Community’s CEO
cared about either option. She stretched to ease the tension between her
shoulder blades.
“Why couldn’t I...”
An idea occurred and she smiled.
Something to
consider. Richard Jamison didn’t care which programs were dropped as long as
his pet projects remained intact. Just this morning he’d reminded her she
belonged to administration and to remember where her loyalties lay. Not with
him. She’d risen through the ranks and saw more than the profits and losses he
tossed around.
The loudspeaker on
the wall crackled. “Dr. Red to the Emergency Room.” In staccato fashion, the
operator repeated the message three times.
With a well-honed
response, Johanna rose, grabbed her briefcase and, in three strides, reached
the door. The call for any surgeon meant an emergency requiring immediate
surgery. Her body quivered with excitement. She dashed through the empty outer
office, crossed the hall and hit the call button for the elevator.
Just like an old
fire horse, she thought. The alarm clangs and I’m off running. She stepped into
the empty car. What was her hurry? How much help would she be? She’d been away
from the bedside for ten years.
1 comment:
Sounds interesting from what I could tell, but I'm afraid I couldn't tell much. The text was cut off partway through each line -- too wide for the frame it was displayed in.
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