Today it is my pleasure to welcome Harlequin medical romance author Wendy S Marcus to HJ!
Hi Sara! Thank you so much for inviting me to talk about my latest Harlequin Mills and Boon Medical Romance, from the NYC Angels continuity, book #6, Tempting Nurse Scarlet.
First off let me share how much I enjoyed being a part of this exciting eight book continuity with some of my favorite medical romance authors!
Now to introduce the hero responsible for Tempting Nurse Scarlet, Lewis Jackson, head physician in the pediatric emergency room at Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital, aka Angels.
I don’t typically work with pictures or Pinterest boards as part of my writing process, so please use your imaginations to conjure a visual image of Lewis from Scarlet’s perspective as she …took a minute to admire his tall, athletic build and short brown hair mixed with a hint of grey at the temples. He had a look of confidence and prestige…Later on, while ogling him from afar, Scarlet…admired his long legs and good looks. The man made basic green scrubs look like upscale attire. Clean and neatly pressed. And dare she add, pleasingly filled out. Anyone in particular come to mind for you?
As a pediatric emergency room physician, Lewis is ruled by logic and cannot allow emotion to interfere with his job, unless, of course, his newfound daughter, Jessie, happens to be stirring up trouble.
As the title, Tempting Nurse Scarlet implies, Lewis’s love interest is nurse Scarlet Miller, head nurse of the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) at Angel’s. And might I share that as part of my final edit, I had to search out every instance where I used Scarlet’s full name because I kept typing Scarlet Wilson, my good friend and fellow medical romance author.
Scarlet and Lewis’s first meeting was NOT love at first sight as she’d unwittingly found herself in the middle of an argument between Lewis and his daughter Jessie. But over time he impressed her with his skill as a physician and how hard he was trying to improve his relationship with his daughter. And slowly she started to weaken to his charm.
As the book progressed, Lewis evolved as a father. He started to really listen to his daughter, and he made her a permanent place in his home – even agreeing to the grape jelly purple wall she wanted! He also evolved as a man, opening himself to the possibility of a permanent relationship with Scarlet, and all that permanent relationships entail.
What are you currently working on? What other releases so you have planned for 2013?
I am currently working on a story that is not a medical romance, but it has the strong heroine, fast pace, and steamy sex scenes – maybe even a little steamier – that readers who enjoy my books have come to expect.
My next release will be a short story, The Nurse in Charge, which is part of The Mammoth Book of ER Romance anthology, releasing in August/September 2013.
To find out more about me and/or my books visit http://WendySMarcus.com
Thank you all for stopping by!
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Here’s an excerpt from Tempting Nurse Scarlet:
As far as bad days went – and Dr. Lewis Jackson, head of the pediatric emergency room at Angel’s, had experienced some pretty hellacious ones over the past nine months, since finding out he was the father and new primary caregiver to his demon of a now thirteen-year-old daughter – today was shaping up to be one of the worst. Two nurses out sick. A new unit secretary, who, while nice to look at, had clearly overstated her abilities, and Jessie, taken into police custody for shoplifting at a drug store and truancy.
The one bright spot in his afternoon, whether because of his scrubs and hospital ID, or Angel’s excellent reputation, or Jessie’s difficult past year, the police officer in charge had convinced the store manager to let her off with a warning.
Lewis stood on the curb outside of the police station and raised his arm up high to hail a cab. “This is by far the stupidest and most inconsiderate stunt you’ve pulled since you’ve gotten here.” And that was saying something. A yellow minivan taxi pulled to a stop. Lewis slid open the rear door, grabbed Jessie by her arms and pushed her in ahead of him.
“Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital,” he told the driver then closed the door. “Pediatric Emergency Room entrance. And if you can get us there in under fifteen minutes I’ll give you an extra twenty.”
At the added incentive, the driver swerved back into traffic, cutting off another taxi. And a bus. And almost taking out a bike-riding delivery man. Horns honked. Drivers yelled out their open windows. Middle fingers flew. A typical taxi ride in New York City.
Lewis turned his attention back to Jessie. “What were you thinking?” Leaving school. Wandering the streets of Manhattan. Unaccompanied. Unsupervised. Unprotected. At the thought of all the terrible things that could have happened to her fear knotted his gut.
Per usual Jessie didn’t look at him. She just sat there in her baggy black clothes, mad at the world, and ignored him. But this time when she reached into her pocket for the beloved ear buds she used to effectively drown him out with vile music, which would likely be responsible for permanent damage to her eardrums, he yanked the white chords from her hands. “I’m talking to you, young lady. And this time you are going to listen.”
She glared at him in response.
“Your behavior is unacceptable, and I have had enough. I’m sorry your mother passed away. I’m sorry she never told me about you.” And even sorrier she’d spent so much of her time bad-mouthing him to the point Jessie hated him at first sight without ever giving him a chance. “I’m sorry your life was uprooted from Maryland to the heart of New York City. I’m sorry I work such long hours. But I’m all you have. And I’m trying.”
He’d given up his privacy, his freedom, and a very active and satisfying sex life to spend quality time with and be a good role model for his daughter. He’d hired nannies to watch her after school when he had to work, while she’d achieved new heights of belligerent teenage obnoxiousness to the point none stayed longer than a month. He’d hired a car service to take her to and from school on days he couldn’t, while she didn’t show up to meet them at the designated times and locations, leaving them to wait, and charge him for every minute. He brought home pizza, thinking all kids loved pizza. Jessie wanted Chinese food. He brought home Chinese food, she wanted Italian. He’d gotten her a fancy cellphone so they could keep in touch while he was working. To date, she hadn’t responded to one of his calls or text messages. And the only time she’d used it to contact him was today, to ask him to come down to the police station.
He was trying dammit. Was it too much to expect her to try, too?
“You left me at that police station for two hours.” Her words oozed accusation and anger.
“Because I was at work when you pulled your little caper, and I don’t have the type of job where I can run out at a moment’s notice. I have a responsibility to my patients. I had to call in another doctor, on his day off, pay him overtime, and wait for him to come in and cover for me before I could leave.”
Jessie crossed her arms over her chest and said, “I hate you.”
No surprise there. “Well I’ve got news for you.” Lewis crossed his arms over his chest, just like his stubborn, moody daughter, and glared right back at her. “Right now I hate you, too.”
The second the words left his mouth he hated himself more. Lewis Jackson, the over-achiever who never failed at anything was failing at single parenthood. Even worse, he was failing his troubled young daughter.
The taxi screeched to a halt at their destination with one minute to spare. Jessie was out of the cab and heading to the electric doors before Lewis had even paid. After practically throwing the fare, plus tip and a crisp twenty dollar bill, at the driver, he slid out and ran to catch up. “Jessie. Wait.”
He ran into the ER. “Don’t you dare –”
Jessie broke into a run, heading toward the back hallway.
Lewis took off after her. Not again. He rounded the corner in time to see the door to the unisex handicapped bathroom slam shut. He reached it just in time to hear the lock click into place. Again. He banged on the door. “Dammit, Jessie, get out here.” So he could apologize. So he could try to make her understand. So he could drag her into his office and barricade her inside so, for the next few hours at least, he’d know she was safe.
He paced. Flexed and extended his fingers. Felt wound too tight. And realized maybe it was best she didn’t come out. Because she had him vacillating between wanting to hit her and wanting to hug her, between yelling at her and throwing himself to the ground at her feet and begging her for mercy, between letting her continue to stay with him and researching strict European boarding schools that allow only supervised visitation – once a year.
Never in his adult life had he felt this indecisive and ineffective and totally, overwhelmingly, embarrassingly inept.
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