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Friday, December 29, 2023

Three Books by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #romance #fantasy #medical suspense #eomance

The article passed around the table on a hot August night. “Five to ten percent of the nation’s doctors are so impaired or incompetent they cannot or should not practice medicine.” The nurses at Bradley Memorial thought they had them all. That night they formed a group they called The Committee of Angels.

Nearly a year has passed and Laura Bancroft wonders why little has been done to change things. She also wonders about some of the nurses fitting the pattern. Laura has three doctors on her list of incompetents. She seldom meets with the other members and several of the others are upset with her. When her ex-husband joins the medical staff, she realizes she still has feelings for him. One of her list of doctors dies after emergency surgery and Laura finds her suspected since she was assigned to the doctor. She must deal with suspicions, her feelings for her ex. Then a second on her list commits suicide and speaks of blackmail.

Can Laura learn the truth of who is responsible before she faces arrest?

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Book Review: Committee of Angels by Janet Lane Walters

1st sentence: Laura scurried down the hospital corridor, feeling like the White Rabbit.

Murder and mayhem with doctors and nurses spike a nicely paced ‘who dunnit.’ Ms. Walters pens the most intriguing characters, and this story pacts a punch bowl full of them.

Excellent gripping read with a surprise and satisfying ending. Couldn’t put the book down once I started. Highly recommended for anyone who likes mysteries and medical dramas with a nice touch of romance.

INCAL _Book 4 Moon Rising

Return to the world where Midra and Midran rule. The god and goddess have two faces. Midra is Mistress of the Moon and also Mistress of the Dark Moon. Midran is Lord of lLght and Lord of shadows.

In Incal, the priests of Midran have formed three branches. The Voice of Midran in Incal rules over the mall. In the archived he has read of a tale predicting Three will come to return Midra to the rulership. He sends his acknowledged son to find the three and bring them to him.

Many years ago triplet girls were born in a remote mountain town. When they were five, their dying mother sent them to be fostered by three different women. Though they had wed to find each other, their developing talents caused them to forget until twenty ears later each one of them felt the need to find her sisters.

Would the Voice of Midran in Incal learn where they were?

HAUNTED DREAMS

Rachel Lange is a Cancer and a student in a Master’s program in Child Psychology. Her dreams are haunted by an abusive relationship and by an estrangement from her father, her only close relative.

Zach Majors is an attorney and a Libra. His dreams are haunted by his experience in Afghanistan and by the problems of his young sons, one who has nightmares nearly every night. He has come to Fern Lake to try to help his sons grow and to feel safe.

Between Rachel and Zach, the attraction is instant but they each have problems to overcome before they can think about the future. She has formed a rapport with the angriest of Zach’s sons. Together this pair must find peace within themselves and bring healing to their families.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2023

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The straining air conditioner barely managed to keep the temperature inside Charlie’s a tad cooler than the August heat outside. At ten minutes to midnight the temperature outside registered at eighty-nine. The humid air hung heavy.

Laura Bancroft paused inside the door of the dimly lit bar area of the restaurant. She walked to the large booth at the rear of the narrow rom. For a moment she wondered why she’d come. Her hectic schedule as an evening nurse, being a single mother and working on her master’s degree made joining her colleagues a seldom event.

Several nurses waved and slid along the curved bench. The dark-haired man seated at the end brushed a kiss on her cheek. “Glad you decided to come.”

Laura leaned against the padded back of the booth. “I’m free tonight. Stacey has a weekend sleepover and Dad invited his buddies for cards.”

His hand covered hers. “You’re free tomorrow. So am I. I’ve an idea. Come home with me.”

Laura sighed. Should she? She liked him. They shared classes at the local university as they both were working for a Master’s degree. Her hands tightened. Lately she’d felt uncomfortable. Moving beyond friendship seemed impossible.

Before she refused the waitress arrived with a tray of glasses. “The one with the straw is the soda.”

Laura took that glass. “Thanks for remembering.”

“You seldom indulge in alcohol.” He turned his beer mug in circles.

Exhaustion swept through Laura’s body. She bent her head and sipped the cola savoring the taste and the coolness on her dry throat. She listened to the gossip sweeping around the table.

“So I said,” One of the nurses began. “Doesn’t an elevated temp three days after surgery men something’s brewing.” She groaned. “This is the third pending infection for Blunder Doctor this month.”

“And it’s only August sixth,” another nurse said. “Give him a chance to better his record.”

“Guess what Princess Doc said this afternoon. “Don’t call me. Call the service and someone will get back to you. I have a busy evening.”

“She must have tickets to the opera,” Laura mumbled.

A nurse with gray hair Laura had never seen before leaned forward. “Seems things aren’t much different from the last place I worked.” She unfolded a piece of paper. “Months ago I read this. Five to ten percent of the nation’s doctors are so impaired or incompetent they cannot and should now practice medicine.”

A blast of chill air sent shivers along Laura’s spine. Mentally she listed the doctors at Bradley Memorial who fit that description. “I think the numbers are too low unless there are four or five hundred doctors on staff.”

Along with the article, laughter moved around the table.

“Maybe we have them all,” someone whispered.

Laura frowned. The clipped voice belonged to one of the evening supervisors. What was Edith doing here? How often did someone from administration socialize with staff nurses? The older woman sat next to the young blonde who had just completed her month long orientation.

“Something should be done," someone said.

Laura scanned her companions. Who had spoken? “What can we do?” Her question joined the chorus.

“There’s more.” The supervisor moved the globed candle closer. For an instant the flickering flame changed her round smiling face into a grotesque mask. “Only a doctor can determine if another doctor is incompetent.”

“Wrong,” the strange nurse said. “Nurses can act>”

“Not true,” someone said.

“Sure.” Skepticism colored the speaker’s voice. “We all know how they avoid and close their ranks around the incompetent. They’re afraid of what they might find.”

“And if any of the doctors agree with us. Their afraid of what they might find.”

“So what can we do?” Laura’s question halted the buzz of conversation.

“Nothing,” their sole male said. “Look at what happened to Alice when she complained about Blunder Doc. She lost her job. While this isn’t a fun job, it pays the bills.”

A second woman slapped the table. “He’s right. The doctors will continue with business as usual.”

How right they were. Laura drew a deep breath. For at least twenty years Dr. John Moore had been a sloppy surgeon. Her nails bit into her palms. The infection he has caused when he’s operated on her mother had caused her death. Laura had been forced to face her teenage years motherless. How many times had a similar scenario been repeated because of him?

The stranger nurse rested her elbows on the table. “Who says we must work alone. I’ll tell you what the nurses at the last hospital where I worked did. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “They formed a committee.”

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Thursday, September 14, 2023

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Several nurses waved and slid along the curved bench. The dark-haired man seated at the end brushed a kiss on her cheek. “Glad you decided to come.”

Laura leaned against the padded back of the booth. “I’m free tonight. Stacey has a weekend sleepover and Dad invited his buddies for cards.”

His hand covered hers. “You’re free tomorrow. So am I. I’ve an idea. Come home with me.”

Before she refused the waitress arrived with a tray of glasses. “The one with the straw is the soda.”

Laura took that glass. “Thanks for remembering.”

“You seldom indulge in alcohol.” He turned his beer mug in circles.

Exhaustion swept through Laura’s body. She bent her head and sipped the cola savoring the taste and the coolness on her dry throat. She listened to the gossip sweeping around the table.

“And it’s only August sixth,” another nurse said. “Give him a chance to better his record.”

“Guess what Princess Doc said this afternoon. “Don’t call me. Call the service and someone will get back to you. I have a busy evening.”

“She must have tickets to the opera,” Laura mumbled.

Along with the article, laughter moved around the table.

“Maybe we have them all,” someone whispered.

“Something should be done," someone said.

Laura scanned her companions. Who had spoken? “What can we do?” Her question joined the chorus.

“Wrong,” the strange nurse said. “Nurses can act>”

“Not true,” someone said.

“Sure.” Skepticism colored the speaker’s voice. “We all know how they avoid and close their ranks around the incompetent. They’re afraid of what they might find.”

“And if any of the doctors agree with us. Their afraid of what they might find.”

“So what can we do?” Laura’s question halted the buzz of conversation.

“Nothing,” their sole male said. “Look at what happened to Alice when she complained about Blunder Doc. She lost her job. While this isn’t a fun job, it pays the bills.”

A second woman slapped the table. “He’s right. The doctors will continue with business as usual.”

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Sunday, September 10, 2023

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Friday, December 30, 2022

Friday Year's Ending #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Last year #writing #Books #Medical suspense #fantasy

Last year, I finished threebooks and they saw the light of day Committee of Angels was the first and is a medical suspense with a bit of romance. Incal came out December 31 2o21 but really was this year. Seppal is a fantasy and the fifth book in a series.

Writing these books was fun. I also began two books that will perhaps never make the internet at this moment until I'm ready to self-publish them.

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Wednesday, May 18, 2022

"What do you plan to do?" #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #medical #suspense #Committee of Angels #hospitals

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He pushed open the lounge door. Laura stood in the middle of the room with her fisted hands at her sides. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Are things that bad?” he asked.

“Worse.” Her hazel eyes filled with tears.

“What is it this time?”

She raked her fingers through her short brown hair. “Doctors. Nurses.”

“Tell me.”

“Betty for one. She failed to pass along important information to one of the doctors. She also removed the note I had put on the chart.”

Doug chuckled. “I know what you mean.” He struck a pose. “How can I a lowly nurse tell a powerful doctor who knows everything anything.” Laura’s tight features relaxed. He felt rewarded. “Aren’t you used to her attitude by now?”

She walked to the refrigerator and removed a large brown paper bag. “The other concern is Blunder Doc. He’s taking Mr. Jackson to surgery tomorrow. He didn’t tell his patient what he planned to do. Mr. Jackson refused to sign the consent. He then called the son for a phone consent. Neither did Betty tell him. I just talked Mr. Jackson out of walking out until he speaks to his son.”

“Is Blunder Doc implying Mr. Jackson is senile?”

“Looks that way. Though Mr. Jackson may need surgery his refusal to sign stands. Part of the reason is the lack of info. I read the progress notes. There’s no alternative listed but no biopsy has been done and the tests have been non-conclusive.”

:Is Moore doing an exploratory?”

Laura scowled. “The schedule calls for a bowl resection and a colostomy.” She sat on the apple green couch. “He may be doing the right thing but having surgery is Mr. Jackson’s choice to make. He’s alert and competent. When I admitted him he told me he wasn’t here for surgery but for tests.” She pulled a plastic container from the bag. “Fried chicken. Dad packed enough for three.”

“Or just for you and me. Your dad’s fried chicken is the best.” Doug poured two mugs of coffee. “I can’t see what you can do about Mr. Jackson.” He sat beside her. Don’t slam your head against a wall. Bring the incident to the Committee tonight.”

“That would be too late for Mr. Jackson. With him going to surgery angry means the surgery may go bad.” She swallowed a mouthful of coffee. “What will the Committee do besides add this incident to the foot high stack of incidents we have on him?”

Doug chewed and swallowed a bite of chicken. “What do you plan to do?” He waved the half eaten chicken leg. Do you plan to lay siege in front of the OR door. Don’t risk your job. You have a daughter to support and a father to help.”

“I’ll talk to the son.”

“You can’t solve every problem. Don’t look for trouble. The Committee will act.” He wished he could convince her to let the others solve the problem. He released a breath and continued to eat.

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