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.


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MIDWEEK TEASE~20~

Happy MidWeek to you! This weekly bloghop is made possible by the lovely Angelica Dawson and we get to share a scene of a work in progress or published work. This week, I thought I'd share a piece from Sex Is The Best Medicine which is available now :)  In this scene, Grant is trying to get up the courage to tell Kate about his agoraphobia. Enjoy!

This was a mistake, being alone with her in her apartment, the voice taunted. Grant stared at Kate, struggling with his own haunted thoughts. Today had been a good day. It had been the reason why he’d finally gathered up the courage to approach her.

It is a good day. Please, he begged the voice. Let me enjoy her company without complications. One evening, that’s all I ask. One normal evening with my new neighbor. Please. Please. Please.

He sat there stiffly on the overstuffed couch. Tension filled his shoulders, his arms, and his jaw. When she came over and sat beside him offering him the glass of wine, he gripped the goblet tightly between the palms of both hands. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Hey,” Kate said gently, placing her hand on his arm.

Immobilized, Grant sat there, unable to look her direction.

“Hey,” she repeated. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, he met her eyes. The color appeared even darker in the early evening light that lingered through the large bay window that nearly took up an entire wall. He flexed his fingers around the glass in his hands. His composure was slipping and he was sure Kate knew it.

But how could he explain his erratic behavior to her without scaring her? Before he could get a handle on what to say, she broke the awkward silence between them.

“Grant,” she said softly. “We don’t have to do movie night. We don’t have to do anything that’s going to make you uncomfortable. In fact, I can make you a plate to take back to your place if you prefer.” She removed her hand from his arm.

“No!” he said, too quickly and just a touch too loudly. He winced. Grant inhaled deeply and turned on the couch to face her, setting his wine glass on the coffee table beside them.


“Please don’t kick me out, Kate.” His hands balled into fists on his lap, but he forced himself to continue. “There’s no place I’d rather be right now.”
******
That's all I have for now. Don't forget to stop by and check out the other teases today.

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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?

Available now and #FREE in Kindle Unlimited here: Link: https://www.amazon.com/Sex-Best-Medicine-Contemporary-Medical-ebook/dp/B01N7N0B25/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1487612723&sr=8-1&keywords=sex+is+the+best+medicine

Kathleen 💋

#MIDWEEKTEASE~19~TRICK OR TREATS LITTLE MAN, HERE I COME...

Happy Midweek to you! Thank you for stopping by Midweek Tease where we all share a little bit of a work in progress, upcoming release, or published work. As always, a special shout out to Angelica Dawson for putting together this weekly blog hop! This week's tease comes from my paranormal wip that has an upcoming deadline of June first for a late summer/early fall release in the Cimmerian Shades PNR/UFR boxed set. I'm super excited about this one because it's my first strictly paranormal book. And check out this awesome cover by EmCat Designs! Okay, so this book had a different title and I changed it. You've met the lead character, Agent Tatum Wilder, now meet one of her colleagues...

Agent Scarlet Reed watched as the balding overweight man scurried across the street. In his haste, he stumbled, not once, but twice. Sweat and fear emanated from him in waves.

Humans, a sad pathetic race. Easy prey for all the supernatural beings in the grand universe. Always ready to give up their greedy little secrets for sex, wealth, or power which placed them in need of the Nubian Council’s constant protection and rescue. She sometimes wondered why the Goddess cared so much, but if she hadn’t, the Phoenix would never have come into being. Little did the human race know how important the Phoenix were. The elite force kept the delicate balance that currently existed between all species.

Some believed humans the weakest link in the chain and would take great pride and a perverse joy in driving them to extinction. If it weren’t for the Nubian Council’s constant vigilance in saving their asses by using agents such as her, humans would’ve been destroyed hundreds of years ago causing a chain reaction most supernatural beings shudder to think about. Take vampires for example. They relied on human blood for survival. No humans. No blood. Simple as that.

When Scarlet had been a mere mortal, she’d been a virgin sacrifice to the Sun God, Ra. She’d been excited and eager to be called into the Goddess’ service and leave her miserable human existence behind. Now, it was her job to make sure humans weren’t preyed upon. She was still young enough to take a certain pride in that.

Scarlet glanced down from her five story perch of the roof of the abandoned building just as her target entered a titty bar decorated in the spirit of the upcoming Halloween holiday. The blatant display of “witches” with exaggerated cleavage and g-strings almost comical. She smiled.

Straightening, the night wrapped its velvety shroud around her. She cocked her head, listening to sounds of music and the randy shouts of lustful men with her keen hearing. At 1200 years of age, she was one of the youngest Phoenix. Phoenix were reborn every century on the anniversary of their human death when the Akthuá began—a painful transition where their powers and heightened senses were weakened right before they were consumed by fire and turned to ash.

She grimaced, her most recent agonizing experience with the Akthuá still fresh in her memory. The process started relatively easy enough with the loss of balance. Her beautiful burnished red hair with its golden highlights had turned dull and fell out in tufts. She lost the ability to see using her night vision. Her core body temperature rose until the first flames licked her flesh and then she’d been devoured in blessed incineration, screaming for the mercy of Sekhmet, the Goddess of War begging to die and end a misery seemingly with no conclusion.

From the pile of the ash, a Phoenix was rejuvenated and blessed with a new power. Some can foretell the future. Others could read minds. There were even those Phoenix that manipulated time and space to teleport themselves, but only the very old gain that ability. Their powers of persuasion through seduction and sex were beyond compare. And Vamps thought they cornered the market in sensuality. Scarlet snickered. As if…

Each Akthuá a Phoenix endured was more painful than the last. Shrieks of agony from those even much older than herself could be heard from the four corners of the earth, to the heavens above, and straight down to the fiery depths of hell. Which was why during Akthuá a Phoenix would check into the Temple of Karnak—a sort of hospital for the supernatural.

The healers of Karnak could do little to ease the extreme torment, but they provided protection in a Phoenix’s vulnerable state. It was the only time a Phoenix could be killed.

Protection against Him.

A frisson of fear twisted and snaked around her spine, coiling tight. She shivered. Scarlet dismissed her morbid thoughts before they became rooted in her brain. Strange, she hadn’t thought of the Dark Pharaoh in a very long time… Maybe her brain had fried a bit too much after this last Akthuá. Not that she felt any lingering effects of being turned into a pile of ash. Her body was now restored and fresh. The new power of levitating objects provided a new thrill, but an unfounded apathy had taken hold. Her very existence bored her when she wasn’t on assignment. Now she had a bit more understanding of what her fellow Phoenix grumbled about upon occasion.

How the sweet fuck was she supposed to deal with that shit? When she returned to the house, which she shared with the rest of the Phoenix agents, she’d ask Magda a few questions. At over six thousand years old, she was the oldest living Phoenix in existence and their leader. 

Scarlet slipped off her five inch stilettos and leapt from roof and landed on the sidewalk five stories below with the ease and grace of a feline. No sense in ruining her favorite Jimmy Choos by being careless. Replacing her cherished heels onto her feet, she adjusted the black leather mini skirt and golden sequined tank top she wore, then took the same path as her target across the deserted street. He was one of seven needed. Their combined DNA was supposedly the key to a cure of some super virus against humans. She’d wished she’d paid more attention at the briefing, but like a kid in a candy store after her rebirth, she’d been restless and had wanted to play with her new power.

Scarlet stopped and inhaled deeply. Judging by the pheromones of the man of interest to a certain vampire faction, he’d be putty in her hands. Her lips curved as exhilaration rushed through her veins replacing her earlier apathy. Thank the Goddess. She lived for this shit.

Trick or treats little man, here I come…

*****

And there you have it... I hope you enjoyed meeting Agent Scarlet. Initially, I'd written a scene where she'd died, but my sister, Elizabeth, begged me to keep her alive because she liked her so much. So I did. Don't forget to stop by and check out the rest of today's teases!

Later Gators!

Kathleen💋

MIDWEEK TEASE~17~WHAT THE HELL?

Welcome to this week's #Midweek Tease... where we share a snippet of a wip or published work with you. Thanks Angelica Dawson for putting this weekly blog hop together to livin' up our Hump Days! This week's tease comes from my contribution to the Prowlers & Growlers Paranormal Boxed set, Chicks Dig Scars!

Devon’s lids fluttered against the sunlight streaming in. It took several minutes to realize that there were no bongo drums playing. The noise intensified within his skull as a million jack-hammers struck with ceaseless abandon. Mouth drier than the Sahara during the worst sandstorm, he sat up gingerly, his stomach queasy. Christ, he’d overdone it again. Usually he didn’t drink until he passed out, just enough to numb his senses. Damn his dad for keeping his and Shannon’s wedding album. Devon never should have opened the damn thing. That one simple action had poured salt into his non-healing wounds and he’d simply lost his shit. As evidenced by the liquor seeping from every pore he possessed.

Fuck! Why had he done it? He knew why. The temptation to see her beautiful smiling face had been too great. Devon had needed to get lost in happier times—craved it, even. God, he could almost hear Shannon’s voice in his head, feel her velvety skin under his rough hands, taste her on his lips. He closed his eyes as fresh pain pierced his heart. He missed her so damn much.

Finnegan’s soft contented purring met his ears. “Quiet, man,” he told the cat. “You’re like a battering ram against my skull.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbing over the bandage over his temple. “What the hell?”

He glanced in the cat’s direction. Finnegan sat on the lap of a woman who was asleep in his father’s favorite recliner. She wore dark navy scrubs and her brilliant red hair covered half her face as she’d curled up in sleep.

Shannon? How can that be? What the fuck?
Heart thundering between his ears with a roar, he leapt to his feet and crossed to her. He peered closer, gently brushing the silky strands from her cheek. Freckles on smooth creamy skin mocked him. Not Shannon. Of course it wasn’t Shannon. Shannon wasn’t ever coming back. Disappointment slammed into his gut. He studied the woman closely. She definitely could be Shannon’s twin if it weren’t for the thousand and one freckles and her hair the color of fire mixed with sunshine, whereas Shannon’s had been darker in color without all that spun gold intermixed and her skin free of the freckles. Briefly, he wondered what color her eyes were.

Resentment burned the back of his throat, mixing with the bile that threatened from his upset stomach. Who the hell was she? How’d she get in? He’d locked the front door. Hadn’t he? 

**** 

That's all I have for now! Hope you enjoyed your tease. Don't forget to stop by and see the rest of the great teasers we have for you this week. As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged! Prowlers & Growlers releases on 4/25, but you can preorder now! 

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.

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

Enjoy the rest of your work week! 

Kathleen💋

MIDWEEK TEASE~16~HOT MESS OR NOT, I NEED TO SEE HER AGAIN...

Fabulous morning to ya! Well... not for me as I'm stuck in a vent/airway lab training all day today. But I will be popping in and out during breaks to check in with everyone. 

I'm happy to announce I found a home for my story which features a group of misfit nursing students. I've had this partial for a while now so I guess it's time to get cracking on it. With the help of the lovely Barbara Hopkins I now have a series title~Nursing Misfit Series~Book 1 Healing Touch. This is unedited, so be kind :)

    

Ryder stared after Anne, perplexed. His instincts told him to stay away from that one. She was a hot mess, all right. So much drama… Shaking his head, he started down the hall toward the nurse’s station for morning rounds where the team of doctors, nurses, social workers, case management, nutritionist, and pharmacist met with each patient individually and made certain he or she was on the right track for discharge.

Ryder hadn’t had any qualms lying to Mrs. Strickland about why Anne was late to clinical. Not that he made a habit about lying, but he’d seen that nursing instructor in action before. She’d tear into Anne for a less infraction, he was sure, but one look at Anne’s tear streaked face and drama aside, he had glimpsed fragility there. His heart summersaulted and his protective instincts had kicked into overdrive. Not sure how much more crap thrown her way she could take, he’d lied to protect her. And would do it again, he realized. He cared for her. The shock of the realization rocked him and he nearly dropped the open chart in his hands on the floor.

He felt partly responsible for her predicament, but that didn’t explain the emotional attachment to a woman he barely knew. They’d spent one night together. One rockin’ night, he amended and nearly groaned aloud when images of Anne’s incredible mouth trailing hot, moist kisses down his navel toward his hard cock seized his mind. His body reacted and he turned a bit toward the bookcase to hide his erection, using the top edge to hold the medical record as he paged through it, the words a blur.

Ryder went over the events of the previous evening. She had told him she couldn’t go out last night at the bar. But then that stupid fight had erupted and there was broken glass everywhere. He wasn’t sure if it was the booze, or the super charged atmosphere of the situation, but when he’d bent to help her clean up the sharp shards and they’d cut themselves on that single piece and suddenly his world spun out of control. Time seemed suspended and when he’d looked into those deep blue eyes of hers, he knew he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer.

With a heavy sigh, he sat at the computer designated for the doctors and logged in to Mr. Avondale’s electronic patient record. While he put in his bedside assessment, detailed the wound dressing change, and placed a few orders for the nursing staff, his mind lingered on a certain blonde who’s hair smelled of fresh lilies and had the most amazing plump, kissable lips.

God, the things she’d done with that mouth.
His cock strained against the zipper of his dress slacks and he shifted in his chair in an attempt to relieve the pressure. “Hot mess or not, I need to see her again,” he muttered low under his breath.

******

That's all I have for now! Don't forget to check out the other hot teases this week! I hope to have a cover for you soon... Enjoy the rest of your week!

Kathleen💋

MIDWEEK TEASE~15~

Happy Hump Day! Welcome to this week's #MidWeekTease. It was a hectic weekend so I'm so glad it was over and I'm looking forward to having a few days of down time. Well, downtime for me is writing if I can squeeze it in. I have two more books under deadline, the first of which is due June first, but the only one I can think about right now is the one due in September. Fickle, fickle muse.

A special Thanks to Angelica Dawson for putting on this weekly blog hop :) This week's tease comes from Chicks Dig Scars which is part of the Prowlers & Growlers Paranormal Boxed Set.

Rachel glanced down at Seamus’ still body in the steel grey casket he lay in. She’d arrived early enough because she’d wanted to have this private moment to say goodbye before she had to face all her colleagues and his jerk of a son.

She caressed his hair. There was a little half smile on his face. A tear slipped down her cheek and she swiped it away with a tissue. “You look good, Seamus,” she murmured, admiring the dark navy blue suit and red tie.

A flash of brilliant light that was becoming all too familiar burst into the room next to her. “I do, don’t I?” Seamus said. “When do we get this party started?”

Rachel rounded on him. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you for three whole days! Ever since your son accused me of sleeping with you to swindle you out of your money. Why didn’t you tell me about the inheritance so I could of at least been prepared for his accusations and the allegations of others? People are bound to talk once that little bit of information gets around.”

“Ah, Rachel,” Seamus said patiently. “I’ve been busy, girl. Me and Evie were getting reacquainted if you know what I mean,” he said, waggling his bushy eyebrows happily.

“There’s sex in the afterlife?” she asked, shocked.

He opened his mouth to speak and she held up a hand. “No. Wait. I don’t want to know. Your sex life is just a little bit TMI.”

“Well, Rachel girl, you’re the one who brought it up,” he said reasonably.

“No,” she said. “Your son did when he accused me of being a gold digging whore the other day.”

Seamus’ gaze widened. “I don’t remember him using those words, exactly.”

“You were there! And spying on us? Ah, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she said and began to pace. “Why?” Rachel demanded. “If you knew all of this already, why did you let me stress out about it for the last few days!”

The sly look on his face was her answer. “Oh, right,” she said. “You were getting reacquainted with your wife. Can’t you talk to Devon? Set him straight about this entire business?” she pleaded, pausing her pacing to stop in front of him. “It’s humiliating.”

He slipped his palm up to her cheek and waves of warmth and calm infused into her. “There, now, lass,” he said. “Don’t fret about a thing. I’m confident that everything will work out just fine. The boy will come to his senses,” he soothed. “Besides, you’re the only one who can actually hear and see me for some reason. I’ve visited Devon. Made all kinds of ghostly racket sans chains, booing, etc…but the boy is deaf and blind when it comes to me.”

“Wonderful,” she muttered. “Just wonderful.”

“I’m glad you like everything,” Paul Levinson said, coming into the room behind her.

Rachel jumped and Seamus disappeared in a flash of dizzying colors. “Ah, um, yes,” she said covering her surprise. “The bouquet of Rock Sea-Spurrey flowers were Seamus’ favorite. I’m so glad you were able to get them to lay on top of the casket. The lavender color goes great.”

Paul smiled. He was a slight, balding man in his late fifties with sharp, intelligent eyes that missed nothing. He’d been a great help when her ex-husband had been stalking her.

“You know Seamus, organized to the very last detail,” he said. “He’d paid a local florist shop to keep them on hand for this occasion.” His voice got a little choked up. “I’m going to miss the old bugger.”

Rachel placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We all are,” she said, wondering where Seamus had poofed off to now.

*****

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.
*****

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MIDWEEK TEASE~14~SOMEONE HAS BEEN NAUGHTY~

Happy HumpDay! Let's get the first Tease of the month going, shall we? A huge thank you to Angelica Dawson for hosting this weekly blog hop where we all share a bit of a work in progress, new release, or current published work. Since the Dreamy & Steamy Boxed set went live yesterday, I'm going to share from my Diary Of A Naughty Nurse which is included in this collection of sizzling stories! Warning!!! Explicit scene ahead...

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Dee. I’ve wanted this for so long, I’m going to take my time.” He pinched her again and she arched into his touch, wanting more.

“But you were a naughty nurse earlier, weren’t you? Teasing me on the dance floor, almost making me cream my jeans.” He scraped his teeth along her collarbone, sucking hard at the shiny diamond embedded into her skin. She whimpered.

“And what about all the other times I walked into the ICU and saw you, all hot and sexy with your dark hair piled on your head, a pen pursed between those pouty lips and always calling me Dr. Miller in that Miss Prim and Proper voice making my cock hard every fucking time.” He tweaked her nipple once more eliciting another moan from her parted lips. “You’ve been teasing me all this time pretending not to notice me when all you really wanted was to get fucked.”

Deanna started to protest. To tell him that she wasn’t a cock tease and she’d never intended to lead him on, but he clamped a hand over her mouth. Shock mixed with excitement heightened her arousal.

“Nope,” he said. “Explanations aren’t necessary when your punishment will be so much more pleasurable for us both.”

Suddenly, he flipped her onto her stomach and hitched up her hips so that she was on her knees. When she tried to get up, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her cheek into the mattress.

“Don’t move,” he said. “Or you won’t get what you want.”

This was a side of Dr. Miller she’d never seen before. Playful with an underlying steel current infused into his commands. And his voice. His fucking voice. A low deep timber rumbled by her ear and held so much wicked promise. Another wave of exhilaration built within her and she shivered with anticipation. She’d never thought of herself as particularly submissive, but the way he took command spurred her desire.

His cock pressed against her ass and she bit her lower lip. Expectation stole her breath. What would he do to her? Oh, God, was she really ready for this?

He sat back on his heels, releasing her hair. “Say you were a naughty cock tease.”

Dee giggled. She couldn’t help it. She wasn’t used to this role playing stuff and her nerves were wound tight. He cracked a palm against her ass. She cried out. Her ass stung from the sharp contact.

That kind of fucking hurt. But, in some weird way, she wanted to please him, too, her already hyped nerves tingling.

Jake rubbed his hand over her stinging skin, easing the hurt away. “Say, it,” he commanded.

“I was a naughty cock tease,” Dee said, voice low, sultry, and completely unrepentant. She clenched the bedding tighter, wriggling her hips.

He smacked her other cheek even harder and she cried out once more. A blaze of fresh heat streaked out across her overly sensitive skin.

“Louder, Deanna.”

Sucking in a deep breath, she complied. “I was a naughty cock tease.” She rubbed her aching nipples into the sheets straining for some kind of relief. Her clit tingled and pussy throbbed. She was so fucking wet, her juices ran down her inner thighs.

“Good, girl,” Jake said. He smacked her a third time, then a fourth, and a fifth.

Each time Deanna found herself straining toward his palm, searching for sweet release. She’d do anything—be anything he wanted if he would just give her the orgasm her body sought.

“Tell me to spank you harder.”

“Spank me harder, Jake,” she said moaning. She’d never known there was such sublime pleasure in pain. She enjoyed the throb in her backside as delicious flames fanned her desire. “Please,” she urged, wiggling her ass. She braced herself, needing to come so fucking bad it hurt. “Spank me, harder,” she yelled. When the impact of his hand came it was hard enough to bring tears to her eyes but she was so turned on she probably had a goofy smile on her face.

“Good, girl,” Jake said, soothing her stinging skin with his palms. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Your ass is pure perfection. I could spank it all night long.”

*****

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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.

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Enjoy the rest of your humpday, folks!

Kathleen 💋