Hi and a big thanks for hosting me today. I
tell you, I’m all over excited, because my story, Darling Doc is out.
It’s exciting in more ways than one.
Apart from the fact that any book birthday
is a great time for celebration—think fizz, chocolate, chair swivel jiggle, yee
haaa’s and so on wink— this is doubly so.
You see, I was convinced I’d lost my hot
writing gene. I thought it had danced away never to return.
And that was scary.
Luckily (after more months than I care to
think about) it returned. However, I
never thought it would be with a story written in first person. That’s
something new.
Does it work? That’s up to the readers to
decide. Cue nail biting
What I
can say is I had a ball writing it. From the real life bit (the water bottle),
to the ohh what ifs, and getting into my heroine’s mind...it was fun all the
way.
Like a
lot, if not most authors, I can’t write to order. I can only write what my muse
tells me. Shouts at me, demands I stop a or b and do x, y or z... or whatever.
So when
it shouted, oy first person point of view, no one was more surprised tan I was.
However
as I started to write the story I realised that it was the only way to write
it.
Through
Sandy’s eyes.
This is
the result...
Blurb
This
stuff only happens in romance novels….
After
a chance meeting on a crowded tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several
things.
1,
It is perfectly possible to lust after a stranger.
2,
It isn’t only fictional heroines who need to carry spare panties.
3,
A man’s voice really can almost make you climax in public.
4,
Great sex does exist.
5,
Being a doctor can complicate things.
When
her chance encounter turns up in her surgery, there is only one thing for it.
Grab said hunk and the sex on offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair
isn’t a patient after all… and what two consenting adults get up to in their
spare time can’t be love, or can it?
And
a wee tease...
“We aren’t patient and doctor, are we?” he
asked in a somewhat serious voice.
I shook my head. What was he getting at? “No, I
gave you the info about the chemist as one acquaintance to another.”
“That’s okay then. I can change acquaintance to
something else.”
He tugged my hand, and taken unawares I fell
forward and my boobs hit his chest with a thump.
Nipples
are traitors. Mine hardened and poked into him as if they wanted to bore
through to his ribs and beyond. Well, I couldn’t blame them, but this was my
surgery for goodness’ sake, and even if he wasn’t a patient, it had to be
unethical as … I saw stars.
He’d snuck one arm around me and pulled me so
close his cock was doing the same sort of thing as my nipples. Then, he put his
mouth to mine, and I was damned sure my panties were damp.
Don’t ask me how long it was before I drew
breath, resurfaced, or realized my phone was making noises. I was surrounded
both in mind and body by hot, aroused male, and it was fantastic.
“Honey, Doc, your arse is making strange
noises, if that doesn’t sound rude.” Alistair had drawn back, and to my
mortification, I swayed toward him again. Hells bells, I hope I wasn’t puckered
up. That would be too much.
“My?” Surely not? Then I remembered I’d put the
office phone on to divert, and my mobile in my pocket ready to head out before
Sandie had interrupted my departure. “Oh shit, I bet I’m late for my next
place.” I fished the offending item out of my pocket and squinted at the
screen. I really must get my eyes tested. It was getting ever harder to see
small print. My reading glasses were either not strong enough or too strong,
and anyway the lenses were so scratched it was like viewing the world through
frosted glass. Handy if I went into the gents’ by mistake (and let’s face it if
I had them on, it was as likely as not) but not a lot of good elsewhere.
I managed to make out a text saying time to move.
“Right, I’d better go.” I grabbed my bag, put
my shoes back on—when had I kicked those off—and did one of those half polite
smiles when you’re not sure what else to do.
He grinned. Really no man should be allowed to
get away with an expression like that without appearing stupid. Alistair McCrea
just looked sexy.
“Not before I ask you out.”
“What?” I had to stop saying that like a twit.
No one would know I had degrees and stuff or a reasonable vocabulary. “Why?”
“Because I want to get into your knickers?” He
paused for what I guessed was effect and then winked. “But not tonight. Tonight
I’d like to take you out for dinner, and what else I have in mind doesn’t work
well on a full stomach.”
Oh shiverooney. Hot sex? Swinging from the
chandelier? Sadly no chandeliers around. What else? Now my mind was in
overdrive. “Look, I’m not interested in a quick sh—how’s your father. Thanks,
but no thanks. I have to remember who I am.” I did my doctor knows best face. He
ignored it.
Thank
you. Dare I say, but anything else I’m happy to negotiate over? Maybe I’d
better not.
Thank you for letting me come and chat.
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