Greetings, Lagniappers! I’m back!
Lisa and Emily were kind enough to let me swipe another spot here in the land of lagniappe-ing. You see, I’m pimping my Hot Nights in St. Blaise series, which consists of twelve red-hot novellas. That means I have a ton of spare material that will never see the light of day. Like this little tidbit that ended up in the cutting, uh, chair’s…seat.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing two fully gowned nurses with surgical masks draped around their throats. Shelli Ann nodded a greeting as she boarded the car, then turned to face forward when the doors began to close. The elevator hummed as they rose, and the be-scrubbed nurses picked up the thread of a conversation in progress.
“So, yeah, it was a rough one,” one woman said, heaving a sigh. “He was so upset, but none of the scans showed the bleeder, and everything seemed stable. The guy just crashed.”
“Poor Doctor O’Studly. I wonder if he needs someone to comfort him,” the other woman murmured.
Her friend snorted. “Come to think of it, I haven’t heard anything about a hook-up lately. Maybe he has an opening for flavor of the month.”
“Sign me up,” the second woman murmured as the doors swooshed open at the third floor.
Shelli Ann cast a glance over her shoulder when she stepped off, her curiosity piqued, but both women stared at the illuminated numbers above the door.
That scene was trimmed from the meat of March Madness, my latest release. The nurses are talking about Dr. Kevin O’Shea, SBRMC’s hunky trauma surgeon. Pediatric nurse, Shelli Ann Jones, happens to be Dr. O’Studly’s new neighbor. I cut the scene since it wasn’t really necessary to show what a dog our hero could be when it came to the opposite sex. But it was a tough cut because in my mind it also set us up to discover that Shelli Ann was a bit of a bitch herself.
Not the mean, nasty variety, but more the female dog type.
The last time I was here, I talked about our romance reading love affair with the elusive male. Dr. Kevin O’Shea epitomizes that archetype. But so does Nurse Shelli Ann Jones. I can’t tell you how much fun it was to write a female character who was every bit as aloof and unemotional about sex as her hero. I don’t mean to say they’re cold. On the contrary. Once they were through sniffing around each other they set the sheets on fire. But it was a treat to write about a woman whose outlook on sex wasn’t shot in soft-focus.
Shelli Ann is just as skillful a player as the dreamy doc, except, like Ginger Rogers to his Fred Astaire, Shelli Ann plays the field backwards. And in high heels. Won’t it be fun to watch Kevin try to keep up?
March Madness (book #3 in the Hot Nights in St. Blaise series) available now at your favorite ebook retailer, or buy online at the Turquoise Morning Press bookstore.
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*GIVEAWAY: How about you? Are you a kitten when it comes to love or a bit of a dog? Comment below to be entered to win digital copies of Jumping Mr. January, February’s Fling, and March Madness (all three novellas to one winner)! Contest ends March 28th at 11:59PM EDT.