Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Shannon O'Connor and Red Waves have stopped by to visit...


Blurb--
Audrey Brown is an intelligent Registered Nurse living in Surf City, USA, who puts
her career ahead of her love life. That is until pro-surfer, Chad Slater, gets wheeled into her emergency room and shakes down her formidable walls. But can her sex life go from zero to 69 with an ex-husband seeking revenge for her sending him to prison?
 
Chad has just the right mix of sexual charisma and determination to make all of Audrey’s dreams come true. This upbeat story includes humorous undertones with nail-biting suspense and enough sexual heat to make you stay up all night reading. Readers' romantic partners will find benefits, too!

Excerpt
 
“A twenty-nine year old surfer from the competition was pulled out of the water. They are bringing him in for precaution. His pulse ox was low at the beach. ETA in ten minutes,” the clerk says, throwing the words over her shoulder like it’s old news.
I stand frozen. My heart wants to leap out of my chest. Am I still standing? I can’t feel my legs or feet. 
“No, it can’t be him,” I whisper under my breath.
“Him who?” The clerk feigns interest, but keeps typing on her keyboard.
I guess I suck at whispering. “Umm…is it Chad Slater?”
“I wrote his name down. Let me see. Yes, his name is Chad Slater. Is he someone special, dear?” 
“You could say that.” 
Hasn’t she heard of him? He’s one of the most desirable bachelors in America. This isn’t happening to me. It’s hard enough for me to focus on my job when the damn firemen and paramedics make their visits. How am I going to deal with Chad as my patient? This is too much. 
I stumble to the room assigned for the tanned god. I’ve got to connect the new disposable blood pressure cuff and push a button waking the monitors from their slumber. I can’t control my hands from shaking and it takes a few attempts to spread the sheet out over the gurney. Get it together, Aud. You’re shaking like a leaf. Shit. I probably look like hell with barely any makeup on. 
“Are you the nurse taking Mr. Slater here?” The medic states as he looks down at his clipboard. 
What? It’s been ten minutes already?
I’m giddy. “Yes…yes I am.” The words stammer out of my mouth.
They wheel him in. I assess his hair, amazed that it still glistens with ocean water. He has a blanket over his body. Why do the paramedics always cover people up like it’s winter? It’s a sweltering summer day in Cali, guys. 
My gaze scans up and down this famous man’s body. Even under the cover, his muscles are hard and tight. 
The medic runs through Chad’s vitals and gives me a rundown of what they gave him in the ambulance. The patient’s pulse ox level has stabilized after being on oxygen by mask. 
Automatically, I use my left hand to jot my signature on the paperwork, so I can get started with Mr. Slater. It’s exciting to have him in front of me. My feelings carry me over to him like I’m caught in a strong riptide. I can’t fight against the force.
The medics carefully slide Chad onto the clean gurney and pull up the side rails. Chad moves his right arm up and rests it on the rail. He keeps his eyes shut tight. He may be too exhausted to open them. 
My thoughts wander to what his body would feel like against mine. In my mind, we’ve become exhausted during movie-style sex. However, those glorious thoughts are disturbed by my damn ex-husband’s verbal abuse that rings in my head like a terrible song, “You can’t even satisfy me.” It was one of his favorites.
Why flashbacks today? This hasn’t happened in years. My physical pain may have healed, but mental pain can last a lifetime. Worst timing ever. 
I close my eyes and quickly meditate to send my ex-abuser out of my head. 
Once his voice has vanished, I get to work sliding the blood pressure cuff over Chad’s toned bicep. I smooth the Velcro together to secure it and hit the monitor button to spark the machine into action. Next, I place the lead stickers over his chest. I hover above his pecs. I can’t help myself as I inhale his scent deeply. He smells like the ocean. I have a favorite candle called tropical waters, and his smell is identical. I set my gaze to enjoy the features of his face. His jaw and forehead are rugged, while his perfectly arched eyebrows and plump heart-shaped mouth remind me of his mother’s, but he’s still all man. 
I have to lean over him to hookup the monitor leads. He has the sexiest six-pack rising up and down along with his chest muscles. They move in time with his relaxed breathing. He looks like the actor who played in that movie, The Legend of Hercules, but not as beefy. The actor had to pump up, big time, to play a mythical Greek god. Chad wouldn’t have to do a thing to play the part in my dreams.
Softly, I speak against his ear. I’m careful not to fully disturb his much needed rest. Wish I could kiss and suck on his earlobe right now, but the doctor will charge in any second. Bad language and now I want to molest a patient. What’s wrong with me? Am I trying to get fired? 
Chad opens up his baby blues as I move back from his ear. I smile and try to blow out nerves growing inside me. 
His eyes widen and brows perk up. He stares into my eyes. Does he recognize me? It’s been so long.
“Anela,” he gasps. 
Does he think my name is Anela? 
“Audrey. My name is Audrey,” I repeat.
I wonder if that’s his girlfriend’s name. Maybe he wants me to call her for him. It must be the blonde girl. Sucks. He’s taken. 
The doctor’s deep voice bellows as he fires into the small exam room. “Mr. Slater, my name is Dr. Simmons. How are you feeling?”


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