Hello everyone! Sorry I've been MIA lately, but been under the gun finishing my manuscript, Chicks Dig Scars, that was under a tight deadline. Happy to say it's in my editor's hot little hands and just waiting on the edits to come back. This week's snippet comes from that story which now has an official release date of April 4, 2017!! This is a blog hop so please stop by and see the other authors participating in this weeks' #SexySnippets! And comments are always appreciated. I'd love to hear what ya'll think!
This week's snippet is cut to try and fit the guidelines but I still went over a bit. Sorry! The ghost of Rachel's dead patient hasn't had a funeral. His body is still in the cold, steel box at the morgue and he demanded that Rachel go down to the clinic where his son is working and talk him into making funeral arrangements. This was a fun scene to write! Enjoy, my lovelies...
“Sorry, no,” Rachel said. “You misunderstand.” She glanced at the woman’s nametag. “Maria, I’m not here for an appointment. I’m, er, a friend of Dr. Jameson’s.” The lie poured off her tongue and she gripped the shoulder strap of her purse and prayed she wouldn’t be sent away.
Maria’s hand stilled and she lifted a brow. “The doctor has no friends.” The clinic’s phone began to ring but she ignored it.
“Maria,” Devon’s harsh voice yelled out. “Answer that damn phone already.”
“I’m busy,” Maria replied sweetly, loud enough to be heard in the back. She glanced at Rachel. A sly smile curved her lips. “Talking to your friend.”
“I don’t have any friends,” he said coming around the corner.
“See?” Maria said with a careless shrug going back to her nails once more. “I told you.”
Awesome. Just fucking awesome.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I… ah,” Rachel cleared her throat. Fuck my life. “I need to talk to you.” She glanced at Maria. “In private,” she added.
“You knock her up or something, Doc? Cuz there’s only one reason a woman comes in here looking that way. Like she’s going to tell you about the little bun in her oven.”
“What? No!” Rachel and Devon said in unison.
The horror Rachel felt must’ve been written all over her face because Devon scowled and Maria just laughed.
“You get five minutes,” he said harshly and turned on his heal.
Maria motioned with her nail file. “Go through that door, Chica. Turn left and you’ll find the doctor. Good luck,” she said with a wink. “I hope it’s a girl. Another boy with that man’s temper? No bueno.”
When death steps in...
Committed and compassionate intensive care nurse, Rachel O'Dea will do anything to save her patients. But when she loses a kind and loving man whom she forged a fatherly relationship with, Rachel unravels.
...or so everyone thinks.
The calm and soothing voices Rachel hears and the apparitions she sees are of the deceased man and his late wife as they navigate and persuade her to make important choices in her life, leading her right where she's supposed to be.
Free clinic doctor, Devon Jameson, needs more hands on deck. He can't possibly handle all the medical cases alone. When Rachel walks in, volunteering her services, he knows he has no choice other than to take her on board as she proves her worth when a pediatric trauma is left on his doorstep and there’s no one else to assist. As the two begin working together, their lives intertwine and the attraction intensifies. Scarred deeply by their past and their pain, Rachel and Devon begin a future only angels could predict.
That's all I have for you today! Enjoy the rest of your Sunday and don't forget to stop by and check out the rest of the #SexySnippets!