Friday, December 2, 2016

~MAN CANDY FRIDAY~

I know.... Right? Yowza... 😲 I came across this picture and just had to share him. He will be the perfect Dr. Xavier whom you've seen a glimpse of already in my book, Dating Impossible, where he has a run in with Dr. JJ Jones in the ER.

In the 3rd book of my Dating Series, Dating Trouble, you get another glimpse of this yummyliscious Dr. HardAss... So much so, that I think he will be the star of the 4th Dating book and I'm actually toying with the title, Dating Dr. HardAss... LOL. Because, come on... he is a serious hard case with a bad attitude! If the nurses thought Dr. Stone Lassiter from my book The Doctor's Deception was impossible to work wait til you get a load of Dr. Xavier!

But seriously, THIS piece of man candy IS Dr. Xavier. Those intense eyes **shivers** I can't wait to figure out why he is such an asshole and who will be the woman to take him down, heart and all! My muse is itching to work on him now, but I can't... Under deadline for Chicks Dig Scars which will be coming April, 2017!

So I thought I'd give you a bit of a glimpse of Dr. Xavier in action in my wip, Dating Trouble. This is unedited, so please be kind. Enjoy!

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Work in Progress, Dating Trouble:

A glance at the patient from her new vantage point made Ambra cringe. She’d been a registered respiratory therapist for almost ten years and she’d never gotten used to sights like this. A male she guessed to be in his early twenties lay unmoving before her. His clothes had been cut off and lay scattered around the trauma bay. Blood poured from several wounds in his chest, left thigh, and shoulder.

Roger gave her a grateful smile. “Thanks,” he said. “My fingers were beginning to cramp.”

“Gunshot or stabbing?” she asked.

Roger’s solemn gaze met hers. “Stabbing.”

Her lips formed a silent “O”. Her job was to save lives, not judge how others lived. But she couldn’t help but think how sad for this young man and his family. There was a very slim chance he’d survive his current predicament. What a waste of potential. Life was too short to be caught at the wrong place at the wrong time…

“Where the hell is the trauma surgeon?” Cruz asked.

“Need a heartbeat in order for me to fix anything,” Dr. Xavier said, coldly. He stood a few feet inside the doorway reviewing the chest x-rays with the radiologist tech on the x-ray viewer. His voice held thinly veiled contempt. “Do your job, and I’ll do mine, Cruz. By the look at John Doe’s films, we may need to open him right here. Where’s the chest cart?”

Dr. Xavier was the same general surgeon that had given JJ, Cruz’s fiancΓ© and another of Ambra’s besties, hell a few months ago when she’d come on staff here in the ER. His shit attitude continued despite all the staff complaints to administration. Nothing was ever done because he made so much money for the hospital. He usually looked like he swallowed a pile of sour dog shit and today was no exception. Say what you wanted about Doctor I Got A Stick Shoved Up My Ass, but if Ambra needed emergent surgery, there wasn’t another pair of hands she’d allow to touch her other than his. He’d performed some amazing saves—many of them right here in this very room. Ambra thought there was a story there, but no one had figured him out, yet.

“It’s here, Doctor Xavier,” Roxanne said and slid a red cart that looked just like one of those Sears Craftsman Tool chests to one side of the gurney. “Size eight gloves, sir?” Her tone held nothing but the upmost respect. She knew what this man could do and that if the guy on the gurney had a chance of survival, Doctor Xavier was it.

“Yes. Airway secure?” he asked while he tied a surgical cap onto his head, slid into a sterile gown, and put his goggles on to protect his eyes from blood splatter.

“He’s not intubated,” Ambra said. She glanced at Cruz. She didn’t need to see the tick working in his jaw, or the way he clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides to know he was pissed off at Xavier’s behavior.

“Well, do it, girl. What are you waiting for?” Dr. Xavier said.

The Emergency chimes blared from the ceiling overhead. The PBX Operator’s calm, clear voice called out, “Code Blue room 525. Code Blue room 525.”

“Christ! Full moon?” Roger asked.

“Naw, that was last weekend sweetie,” Ambra said with a smile. “It’s still sunny outside and 115 degrees. This is called job security, baby.”

“Ambra,” Cruz said. “You got this?”

“Hell’s to the ya. I got this.” Ambra loved to intubate. And she was one of the best with difficult intubations. Technology was such that they now had an array of fun toys to play with during emergencies such as this that made things a piece of cake. It was always a thrill to place a tube just passed someone’s vocal cords and into his trachea and watch as the oxygen finally reached a person’s bloodstream from having a good airway in place and he pinked up… Well, Ambra had no real words to describe the feeling. To say it was satisfying wouldn’t even touch the tip of what she really felt. “Go. Roger will assist you with the code upstairs,” she said nodding to her partner.



“Dr. Xavier,” Cruz said, striding for the doorway. “You’ll have your airway by the time your sterile field is set up. I’ll leave you to it.”


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So there you have it. Just another day in the life of the ER! I hope to have this one completed and submitted by next summer. I know several of my readers have been chomping at the bit for Ambra's story. This nurse meme always cracks me up. Poor Dr. Mc Dreamy... The breathing tube Ambra places in her patient is just like the one hanging out of Dr. Mc Dreamy's mouth, but placed properly, of course. LOL 



If you're interested in reading about Dr Xavier, Ambra and the whole Dating clan the first book is Dating 911 which can be purchased here: https://www.amazon.com/Dating-911-Kathleen-Grieve-ebook/dp/B005UQ3KYC/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1480610628&sr=8-4&keywords=dating+911 

Enjoy your weekend!

Kathleen  πŸ’‹πŸ’‹

Thursday, December 1, 2016

THURSDAY FUNNY~ GETTING BACK TO BASICS~



Good morning and happy Thursday! Recently I read a blog post by the brilliant and ever so sassy Doris O'Connor that reminded me the importance of daily blogging. Due to life getting in the way of well, just about everything... because ya know, it's life and it loves to throw you curveballs to keep you on your toes, (boy, could I be an excellent ballerina right now--tutu and all) I'd gotten away from some of the weekly things that I loved to post. Thursdays were always a funny meme, Friday there was some man candy (because let's face it, one can never ever have too much man candy around) and every so often I'd post something health related. 

These posts were in addition to information about my writing, new releases and spotlighting other author friends of mine who I adore.

Since it's Thursday, I'm going to consider this a blog reset! The above meme reminds me of my current work in progress titled Temperatures Rising. It's about a misfit group of nursing students struggling their way through nursing school titled Temperatures Rising. I hope to have it completed in 2017 for you all.



PRN is medical shorthand for "as needed" And since it has been mentioned several times to me that obtaining your BSN (Bachelor's of Science in Nursing Degree) is one of the hardest degrees a person can ever obtain. Nursing Schools leave no room for a life outside of clinical and the classroom as my daughter can attest to.

If you want to read a snippet from a scene from my wip, Temperatures Rising, you can go to my post from yesterday where my drama queen nursing student has her first clinical day after a bit too much NaCl with her tequila. LOL. The link is located here: http://kathleengrieve.blogspot.com/2016/11/midweek-tease3.html

If you want to learn more about fellow author, Doris O'Connor, you can go here: http://www.dorisoconnor.com I believe she has a new Christmas book out.

Only two more days to get through before the weekend, ya'll!


Kathleen  πŸ’‹πŸ’‹


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

MIDWEEK TEASE~3

Good morning and welcome to this week's Tease put together each week by Angelica Dawson! The purpose is to highlight a few lines or paragraphs from a new release or a backlisted title. Don't forget to stop by and see what the other Teasers have to offer. Link is posted at the end.



This picture so reminds me of my eldest daughter who is in nursing school right now. I'm so damn proud of her! She will be done with the accelerated program next March. This week's tease comes from my wip, Temperatures Rising where my heroine is loosely based on what could possibly happen if you have drama queen tendencies and wind up in nursing school and have absolutely no idea what the hell you are doing. I shortened the scene to make it fit the guidelines. This is where my nursing student has a bad hangover, barely gets to clinical on time, and then... Well, you'll see... Tee hee...


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Palms slick with sweat, Anne yanked the pocket Mosby's Drug Reference Guide out of her backpack, flipping straight to the index in the back. She inhaled a deep breath and searched for calm, scanning the MAR once more.

The only familiar medication on the list bounced from the page—aspirin. Anne hunted Mosby's pages for the drug.

At least I know why people take aspirin. Duh!

But why was the med scheduled daily for 0900? Does the woman have a headache everyday at 9 O'clock? Or does she take the pill to ward off any potential headaches? Seemed like a dumb idea. Who knew that they would have a headache every day at the same time? Maybe the patient suffered from migraines? But wouldn’t she be taking something stronger than an aspirin? Frustration twisted Anne’s sour gut.

"You there! Nurse! Get in here right this minute!"

The loud booming voice that held unconcealed contempt and authority jolted Anne from her misery. She looked from the cubby-type desk in the hall between the two patient rooms that were assigned to her. Her glance swept the corridor. It was empty except for stray medical equipment and a linen cart pushed along one wall.

"Young lady are you deaf?" the male voice said carrying more than a hint of exasperation and outright derision.

Anne turned toward the exclamation. The owner of that angry voice stood in the doorway of a patient room across the hall directly behind her. He was tall and lanky and wore green surgical scrubs. Grey hair protruded from under a blue paper surgical cap. Angry blue flashes of light shone through his narrowed eyes glaring at her from beneath a pair of bushy eyebrows. His hands were adorned with synthetic gloves and clasped in front of him as if he were praying in a church pew.

"I said get in here! I can't do this crap by myself." He muttered expletives under his breath.

"Oh, no. There must be some mistake." Anne shook her head. "I'm not the nur--"

"I don't want to hear your excuses," he snapped. "Get in here, now!" He spun on his heel and reentered the patient's room.

Anne again inspected the hallway for reinforcements—anyone who would notify the doctor that she wasn't a nurse—yet—and therefore couldn't help him with whatever task he was trying to accomplish. To her dismay, the passage remained void of all life, leaving her no alternative but to inform the man herself.

A loud sigh escaped her as she approached the door. At least he could've asked nicely. What a jerk! Doctor McDreamy never treated his nurses like this on TV.

At the entrance, she stopped short, her gaze drawn to an elderly gentleman lying in a traditional hospital bed. Cheeks hollow, his sallow face lined with age. His brow was pinched together and his thin lips strained into a tight thin line. Concern for his discomfort tugged at her heart. She wanted to help him any way she could.

The scent of rotted flesh slammed into her nostrils as she approached. The dry, whole grain bagel she'd choked down earlier sloshed around in her stomach. The patient's belly looked like someone had sliced him from stem to stern, the flesh halved and gaped open. The tissue within oozed yellowish puss and bilious fluid.

Anne wretched and squeezed her eyes shut, covering her mouth with her hand.

Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Please God! I will be a good girl from now on, just help me out here, would ya? 


Prayers unanswered, she pivoted as her breakfast rushed from her stomach. In her haste to escape, she bumped into a solid mass of pure hard muscle which loosened her grip from her mouth. She clasped her arms around her waist as she bent and spewed her breakfast right there in the room. A loud splat echoed off the tiled floor.

"Hey!" A familiar male baritone exclaimed.


Oh. My. God…


*****


That's all I have for now.  Enjoy the rest of your #HumbDay! Don't forget to stop by and check out the other teases posted today here:  http://midweektease.blogspot.co.uk

Friday, November 25, 2016

#SEXYSNIPPETS~4~


Good morning and happy Sunday! It's that special day of the week for #SexySnippets. 

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday. If you want to join in the fun, sign on at the linky below. Then on Sunday, put seven sentences on your blog. Be sure to use #SexySnippets in the title and link back to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html?zx=45deebb4f4c39fc#.WCPEDHeZM0Q.

I wracked my brain on what to share with you this week. Something new? Something old? Or something in progress? Finally I decided on something in progress. A little project I've been toying with titled Diaries of A Naughty Nurse... Enjoy!




Dear Diary,

Today I did something a little bit on the naughty side. What you ask? What would make this forty something year old nurse and divorced mother of two who’d always followed the rules break them without so much as blinking? Oh, but man... do I ache in the most delicious places.


Deanna stared down at the journal and rolled her eyes. She wondered if journaling was a good idea. But she'd just about die inside if she didn't tell somebody her secret. Even if it would never be seen by another living soul. Pen to paper, the naughty deeds of the last twenty-four hours unfolded.

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That's all I have for this week. Unfortunately due to my January 5th deadline for Chicks Dig Scars, I won't be able to work on this fun and sexy story for a while, but do pop in now and again as I update you all on my progress. Some super outrageous things happen in this story and I can't wait to share it with the world!

Don't forget to stop in and check out what other #SexySnippets the other participating authors are sharing to liven up your Sunday morning! Link is here: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html?zx=45deebb4f4c39fc#.WCPEDHeZM0Q.

 **smooches**




Sunday, November 20, 2016

MIDWEEK TEASE~#2

Good morning and welcome to this week's Tease put together each week by Angelica Dawson! The purpose is to highlight a few lines or paragraphs from a new release or a backlisted title. Don't forget to stop by and see what the other Teasers have to offer. Link is posted at the end.


This week's tease comes from my latest release in the Coming In Hot Medical Romance Boxed Set, Sex Is The Best Medicine. My heroine has just been caught snooping in her new sexy neighbor's apartment.... 



Laughter burst from her mouth and she covered her lips. “I-I’m s-sorry.” She gasped between fits of giggles. “I laugh when I get nervous and you got this whole I’m totally bad ass thing going on…”

“I make you nervous?” he asked, brow arched. He grasped a strand of her hair and twined it around his finger. “Good. You shouldn’t be here, you now.”

“Why not?” she asked, her curiosity spiking once more. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. He had such a lost look on his face and an inerrant sadness in those dark blue eyes of his. “Are you a serial killer?”

His eyes widened. “No,” he said.

“One of those neighbors who starts a war and goes psycho, then murders the happy go lucky neighbor? AKA that would be me, by the way.”

“No,” he repeated.

Kate smiled. “Do you play loud music at all hours of the night and day? Have a dog that barks incessantly?

“Absolutely not,” he said. His tone conveyed he thought her words insulting.

“Then we will get along famously,” she said. “Just so there are no hard feelings for my little B&E—”

“B&E?” he asked, confusion creasing his forehead.

“Breaking and entering,” Kate said. “Don’t you watch Cops? Because if you don’t watch Cops then maybe we can’t be friends after all, but you did totally miss my Matrix impression in the ER,” she teased.

A baffled expression lit his face and Kate chose to have a little bit of mercy. There was no help for it. He just looked so damn cute. It was then that she decided to take matters into her own hands. Tossing the dice, she deemed the gamble would be worth the price to pay if he was determined to throw her out on her ass.

“This is me…” she said. Heart thundering in her ears, she lifted up on her tiptoes and slid her palms along his firm chest to rest upon his shoulders. “…apologizing for my un-neighborly behavior.”

Before she lost her nerve, she captured Grant’s lips. A growl let loose from his throat and he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her parted lips, tasting her deep and hard. It wasn’t like other first kisses. There was no uncertainty or patient searching. This was a total leap off the ledge straight down into the Grand Canyon. And she loved every fucking second of it!

A distant voice reminded Kate that she’d just met this man, knew absolutely nothing about him other than his height, weight, and he was up to date on his tetanus shot. But she ignored that voice. It had been so long since she’d kissed a guy, Kate felt everything as if it were the first time. Or maybe it wasn’t just kissing a random guy that made her feel this way, but kissing Grant Anderson. Butterflies filled her belly and electricity zinged straight to her toes. She reveled in the weight of his body as he leaned into her, trapping her between the cool smooth wood of the door and the firmness of his chest. Her fingers slid along his neck to tangle in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. Swirling her tongue around his. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon. God, help her, she wanted more.

“This is insane,” he rasped, lifting his head from hers, breaking the kiss all too soon.

“Probably,” she agreed, pleased he was breathing as hard as she was. “And just to be clear, I’m not some fatal attraction stalker and I don’t exactly go around kissing perfect strangers.”

A slow sexy smile broke out on his face and Kate could’ve sworn her panties melted clean off her body. Wow, he was lethal enough without having that smile in his arsenal. So unfair.

“I’ll remember that,” he said taking several steps back and giving her some room. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a shaky breath. “Er…”

“Nope,” Kate interrupted. “I refuse to let any awkwardness to set in. I kissed you because I wanted to. Let’s just leave it at that. Okay?” Retrieving the abandoned pencil from the carpet, she walked over to one of the cardboard boxes he’d recently brought in and scribbled her cell phone number. “My cell number. In case you cut your hand again and need a little bit of medical attention.”

At his nod, she turned and opened the front door. She risked a glance over her shoulder and took in his baffled expression with a smile. “Mine is the only other condo on this floor. Stop by anytime you want to borrow a cup of sugar or something.”



That's all I have for now.  Don't forget to stop by and check out the other teases posted today here: http://midweektease.blogspot.co.uk  In the meantime, here the blurb and buy link for my book if you liked what you read and need more.




BLURB Sex Is The Best Medicine



When adventurous and sexy becomes the most thrilling dare of all...

Conservative psychiatrist, Grant Anderson plays by the rules, believing he's in complete control of his own deep, dark compulsions. Just on the brink of making a life-altering decision, a minor accident lands him in the emergency room. Encountering the irresistible and outrageous Kate Sumner changes everything for the stuffy psychiatrist. Suddenly, the fun-loving, adventure-seeking nurse tempts Grant in ways he's never known, daring him to forgo all inhibitions and expectations. Will the doctor learn that pleasure is the world's best medicine?