Six Sentence Sunday – 12/2/12

This week, I’ll be sharing six sentences from the November installment of my Hot Nights in St. Blaise series.

Welcome to St. Blaise, Missouri: Home of The Men and Women of St. Blaise Regional Medical Center

When the St. Blaise Regional Medical Center Board of Directors hired hometown girl, Beth Watkins, to jump start their public relations, they never imagined she’d be stripping their most prominent doctors, nurses, and support staff down to their birthday suits in order to beef up the hospital’s bank account.
Six men and six women were chosen to represent the best and brightest of this little town nestled in the heart of the Mark Twain National Forest. They also happened to be the hottest tickets in town. Soon the fundraising calendar is spiking temperatures throughout the Show Me state, and the men and women of St. Blaise are setting their small-town nights on fire.

Watch for the HOT NIGHTS IN ST. BLAISE series coming in 2013 from Turquoise Morning Press!

Nabbing Mr. November

The doctor becomes the patient when a turkey hunt gone bad lands Luke Langston in St. Blaise’s overrun emergency room with a keister full of birdshot and at the mercy of intern Elena Mendes. Aside from the obvious Dick Cheney jokes, he has to endure the abject humiliation of having a woman he never got round to calling pluck bits of lead from his ass.

Elena can’t wait to pull the last shard of shot from Luke Langston’s magnificent ass. The minute she’s done, she is going to strip off her gloves, march into the waiting room, and shake his assailant’s hand. Hell, she may even tongue kiss the guy. It’s about time Dr. Iceman is taken down a notch. Or twenty.

Elena can’t resist the sparks that fly each time she and Luke butt heads, but she can’t help but wonder: How much heat will it take to melt the ice-man’s heart?

Six sentences from Nabbing Mr. November

“What happens if I open the closet?”

“All hell breaks loose.”

Chuckling, he approached the bed and dropped her onto the crazy quilt. Her startled laugh faded into a hum of approval when he planted one knee on the edge of the mattress and followed her down. “I don’t think I’m going to make it ‘till dinner,” he whispered. “I may need an appetizer to hold me over.”

9 Replies to “Six Sentence Sunday – 12/2/12”

  1. I love the blurb about it. Ass full of birdshot. LOL. Looks to me like Elena may have thawed him out. 😉 Good stuff there Maggie

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