MIDWEEK TEASE~23~I'M STILL IN A COLD, STEEL BOX AT THE MORGUE...

Traveling home from a wonderful vacation! Tomorrow it is back to the old grind. LOL. But for now, we will carry on with this week's MidWeek Tease brought to us every week by the lovely Angelica Dawson ;)  This week's teaser comes from my latest release, Chicks Dig Scars in the Prowlers & Growlers Paranormal Boxed Set which released last week. I just adore these characters! 

Rachel scoured her tub with renewed vigor, ignoring the now familiar burst of light brightening the room. “No,” she said.

“But I haven’t asked you anything yet,” Seamus complained.

She glanced up, pausing mid scrub. “Your son is a first class jerk,” she said refraining from using the word asshole, just barely. Chick? He’d described her as some chick who was there to clean Seamus’ house? She restarted scrubbing the spotless porcelain once more. “I won’t be seeing him again.”

“But you promised to help him,” Seamus said. “He can’t even make my funeral arrangements. I’m still in a cold, steel box at the morgue.”

Rachel gave up on her task, her arm aching from the effort. The vision he’d put in her head squeezed her heart. It had been over a week since she’d seen Devon Jameson. She’d desperately been stalking the obituaries looking for any news of when Seamus’ memorial service would be. Now she knew why she hadn’t seen any notification.

“Where?” she asked with resignation. “Where’s the ass—umm, your son now?”

Seamus beamed, shimmering with renewed brilliance. “That’s a good lass. You’re the daughter I never had. I only want what’s best for you,” he said, his Irish lilt full of love. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek.

Rachel couldn’t feel skin. She couldn’t feel anything at all in the normal sense. Instead, a warmth infused her, taking away her sadness. She closed her eyes, soaking in the peace he granted her. “I miss you so much, Seamus. How am I supposed to go on without you?”******
That's all I have for this week! Don't forget to hop on over to the other teases and see what's on the agenda for this week! Enjoy the rest of your Hump Day!

Kathleen 💋💋

BLURB

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.

Available now! Link: https://www.amazon.com/Prowlers-Growlers-Paranormal-Romance-Collection-ebook/dp/B01MYD5JE3/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

MIDWEEK TEASE~22~LIVE! DAMN IT, LIVE!!

Happy Hump Day! As you are reading this, I'm on my way to New Orleans to enjoy some great music at Jazz Fest this weekend for my wedding anniversary. I'll be checking in and out throughout the day.

Super Excited about my current release, Chicks Dig Scars from the Prowlers & Growlers Paranormal Boxed Set which released yesterday. So, naturally, my tease is from this book's opening chapter. A special thank you to Angelica Dawson who puts this weekly blog hop together so we can all share our work with you guys!

Live! Damn it, Live!

Warm tears streamed down Rachel O’Dea’s face. She pumped on Seamus Jameson’s chest and tried to swallow past the lump of pain and helplessness that formed in her throat. She couldn’t even verbally count each concise, rapid chest compression out loud to the code team anymore. It was all she could do to maintain her composure and continue to assist.

The shrill alarms still buzzed loudly in her ears. Rachel’s gaze shot to the bedside heart monitor displaying his oxygen level, blood pressure, and heartbeat. All read zero.

No sign of life! Come on Seamus. Come on. I need something to work with here. Give me a signal. Beat, dammit!

“Let go, Rachel girl. Let go.”

Seamus’ Irish lilt gently washed over her and she faltered. She dared a glance at his grey face, void of his usual vitality. A sob wrenched from her parted lips. No! She refused to accept what her eyes told her. Rachel moved her gaze from Seamus’ body to the overhead monitor. Green, flat lines seemed to mock her from the flashing lights on the display. She restarted chest compressions with renewed vigor. “Come back, damn you,” she said in a pain-filled voice.

“Rachel.”

She ignored the compassion in her best friend and fellow nurse Laura Parker’s voice. That tone of finality fueled her efforts and she continued. Seamus couldn’t be dead. He’d only been sixty-five. Rachel loved him as much as her own father. He’d been a dear friend and confidant. Had she failed him when it mattered most?

“Rachel, stop. Dr. Morris called it,” Laura Parker said, gently laying a hand on her arm.

God, no. “Called it? No, we can’t stop now. What about another amp of epinephrine? Do we have any more sodium bicarb? Have his blood gases come back?”

It’s okay, Rachel girl.

Rachel hesitated, could almost hear his voice, the pet name he called her, like he’d already given up, but that was impossible. Only this morning they’d been talking about all the things he’d wanted to get finished before he’d pass into the great beyond as he’d referred to the afterlife. He’d missed his wife, Evie, and had told her many times over the last year that one day they’d be together again.

Laura’s lips moved, but it was Seamus’ voice Rachel heard.

Let me go, Rachel girl.

*****

Well, there you have it! Don't forget to  check out the rest of the teases by clicking on the author's name at the end of this post. Enjoy the rest of your Wednesday!

Kathleen 💋💋

BLURB

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.


Available for only a few more days for .99 Cents!! Link: https://www.amazon.com/Prowlers-Growlers-Paranormal-Romance-Collection-ebook/dp/B01MYD5JE3/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

#SEXYSNIPPETS~18~AVOIDANCE WAS HER MIDDLE NAME...

Good morning! Is everyone ready to start the week? Today is opening day baseball so I'll be enjoying beer and dogs at Chase Field watching my beloved Arizona Diamondbacks!! Whoo hoo! #BEATSF!! But I digress... I have so many irons in the fire right now with 3 consecutive releases and 3 books with hard deadlines looming over my head it is hard to choose what to share because I want to share them all. LOL. Let's go with Diary Of A Naughty Nurse... I just LOVE my nurse in this! She's so much fun!

Oh, God, here it comes. Even though she knew an atomic bomb was about to be dropped exploding her life into nothing but ash, she played dumb. As she so often told her diary, avoidance was her middle name. “Me?” She feigned surprise.

Jake glanced over at the sedated Mr. Davis. “Not here, Dee.”

He closed the distance between them and she backed up to the sink, the water that had splattered on the edges wetting the backside of her scrubs. Slowly, she tilted her head back to meet his dark green gaze. Oh, he was pissed, all right. She swallowed passed the lump in her throat. He was so close his light aftershave tickled her nose. The familiar scent weakening her knees and turning her stomach into knots.

“I want answers, damn it, and I want them now,” he said between clenched teeth. 

******

That's all I have for this week... Don't forget to check out the other Fab authors sharing snippets this week. 

Blurb:

Dear Diary,

Oh Diary, I have been so naughty--naughtier than I've ever been in all of my forty-eight years. I feel wonderful as I sit here and ache in the most delicious places. Usually, I follow the rules, but I didn't this time. Nurses aren't supposed to sleep with doctors--especially ones who are thirteen years younger. Wow, that's such an unlucky number, but I feel more fortunate than I ever have before. Hell if I'm lucky enough, I plan to break the rules with this man over and over again. And the best part is that he is relentless in his pursuit as well as in bed. He's younger, hotter, and more aggressive than any man I've ever had. I cannot wait to tell you what he does to me next. I just know its just going to get better and better.

Until tomorrow...

One very satiated nurse.

Available now for .99cents or #Free in Kindle Unlimited!

https://www.amazon.com/Steamy-Dreamy-Collection-Sizzling-Fairytales-ebook/dp/B06XCJMK99/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Rock your week, all!

Kathleen 💋