New Website and Re-release By S.C. Wynne
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I've been busy, busy lately. I have a re-release of a short story that was originally in an anthology called Dr. Feelgood from Dreamspinner Press. The story is Doctor in the Desert and it's about a lonely ER doctor in a small town who has an instant connection with a new cop in town.
I also just launched my new website at www.scwynne.com. Go visit the site and poke around. Make yourself at home, but put the remote back where you find it! :D
How about an excerpt for Doctor in the Desert?
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER ONEThe kid was obviously out of his head and had no idea what he was doing. So I didn’t take it personally when he tried to stab me with a scalpel. His skinny, tattoo-covered body was shiny with sweat, and his eyes were dark and vacant.“I said don’t touch me, and I fucking mean it,” he growled.“We just want to help you. You’re bleeding.” I stayed a safe distance away now that it was apparent we weren’t going to be BFFs. I felt for the kid, but I was exhausted. I’d just finished two twelve-hour shifts in the ER back to back and was irritated he had to have his freak-out right as I was about to leave.“No way.” He kicked over a chair and shoved his weapon toward me again.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of the ER nurses making a call. Where the hell was the cop who’d brought him in? I was more than a little pissed they hadn’t stayed with him since the kid was obviously high as a kite.Standing next to me was the oncoming physician, Dr. Snyder. I’d just signed out to her. She looked less than thrilled to be here, and I couldn’t blame her. It was nice when you could ease into the crazy that was ER, but she wasn’t going to be that lucky tonight. Let’s face it, I was stuck too. I couldn’t exactly just leave now that crazy scalpel kid was loose. I checked his chart and figured out his name was Sawyer.Sawyer licked his lips, and his gaze darted toward the sliding glass exit. He waved his weapon toward the group of us but seemed to have second thoughts about leaving immediately.“Where do you keep the Oxy?” Sawyer demanded.Nobody answered. They all turned in unison to stare at me. Aw, how I loved my coworkers sometimes.“You’re in charge, right?” He swallowed nervously and stepped up close to me. He smelled like sweat and fear. “Where do you keep it?”“You know I can’t just hand you OxyContin, Sawyer.” I did my best to sound reasonable. From his nasty expression, I could only guess he didn’t appreciate my efforts.“Listen, Doc.” He looked down at his blood-splattered shirt. “I’m already in a lot of trouble.”“I can see that.”“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will,” he panted.“We just want to help you,” I said.“Then get off your fucking high horse and give me something.”Someone was coming up behind him, head down and shoulders set, closing the distance quickly. Luckily the kid was distracted glaring at me. I saw a flash of blue uniform, a badge, and blond hair, and the kid went down in a pile of arms and legs. The scalpel clattered to the floor, and I grabbed it as quickly as I could. Sawyer kicked and snarled, but he never had a chance against the cop who took him down. Another cop, who I did recognize as Officer White, joined the first, and they yanked the kid to his feet.“Sorry, Logan. I had to use the can,” Officer White said sheepishly to the other cop.“Timing is everything,” Logan panted, cuffing Sawyer. He caught me watching and acknowledged me with a quick nod. I hadn’t seen him before. We were a small town, and newcomers stood out, especially newcomers who looked like him. “You okay?” Officer Logan asked me.I was struck by how blue his eyes were, but I assured myself my elevated pulse was because I’d almost been stabbed. “I’m fine.”“Can you just look him over real quick and we’ll get him out of here?” Logan asked.“You want to check him out, Dr. Snyder?” I turned to the oncoming physician, and she shrugged.“Of course I’ll look him over.” She seemed as mesmerized as I was with Officer Logan, her eyes glued on him. But she managed to pull herself away to examine the kid.“Thanks for tackling him. He caught me off guard,” I said to Officer Logan.“You were great. Very calm.” He grinned, and his smile was amazing. White teeth and cornflower-blue eyes—it was like looking at the beautiful Arizona sky.“That’s just a doctor thing.”“Yeah, cops fake it too.” He laughed. “Besides, Officer White should never have left him alone with you.”“I agree.” I gave White a hard stare. “I’m sure it won’t happen again, right?”Officer White nodded and stared at his shoes.“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” I said, pretending to read whatever nonsense was on my clipboard. He was making me nervous, in a good way.“I transferred in from Tucson PD. Name’s Logan Drury.”I took the offered hand. “Dr. Bennett, or Trace if you prefer.” His hand felt callused as it warmed mine. “Tucson is nothing like this place. You like the small-town feel of Bisbee?”He nodded. “So far it’s a relief.”“Why Bisbee?” I asked, studying his perfect full lips but doing my best not to look like I was. We were the same height, but he was built for power. Wide shoulders, nice chest, and strong legs.“I have my sister and her family here.”“That’s handy.”“Yeah, for her. Now she has a built-in babysitter.” He grinned.“I didn’t think of that.”He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, still smiling. “She did. Now it’s very clear to me why she was so gung ho I move here.”“Are you actually staying with her?”“Only temporarily. There’s a house I’m going to be leasing, but the other tenants aren’t out until the end of the month.”I was tempted to keep standing there, just so I could stare at his face, but I needed sleep. “I’d like to thank you for saving me from a scalpel in my throat. Maybe I can buy you a drink sometime?”“There’s no need. I was just doing my job.” A hint of color swept his angular cheeks.“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” I looked around at the drab white-and-yellow walls and grimaced.“I do.” We shook hands and parted.
My hand was still tingling as I made my way to my office to change out of my white coat. I didn’t meet many guys who affected me the way Officer Logan had. It was kind of nice to know I wasn’t completely dead in that department. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been interested enough in someone to consider meeting up for drinks. Maybe hanging out with drug addicts and stabbing victims wasn’t conducive to a healthy social life after all.
Hope you enjoyed that little taste! If you're interested in buying it, I'll drop some links below. Enjoy your weekend!S.C.Amazon Other Vendors
www.scwynne.com
I've been busy, busy lately. I have a re-release of a short story that was originally in an anthology called Dr. Feelgood from Dreamspinner Press. The story is Doctor in the Desert and it's about a lonely ER doctor in a small town who has an instant connection with a new cop in town.
I also just launched my new website at www.scwynne.com. Go visit the site and poke around. Make yourself at home, but put the remote back where you find it! :D
How about an excerpt for Doctor in the Desert?
EXCERPT:
CHAPTER ONEThe kid was obviously out of his head and had no idea what he was doing. So I didn’t take it personally when he tried to stab me with a scalpel. His skinny, tattoo-covered body was shiny with sweat, and his eyes were dark and vacant.“I said don’t touch me, and I fucking mean it,” he growled.“We just want to help you. You’re bleeding.” I stayed a safe distance away now that it was apparent we weren’t going to be BFFs. I felt for the kid, but I was exhausted. I’d just finished two twelve-hour shifts in the ER back to back and was irritated he had to have his freak-out right as I was about to leave.“No way.” He kicked over a chair and shoved his weapon toward me again.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see one of the ER nurses making a call. Where the hell was the cop who’d brought him in? I was more than a little pissed they hadn’t stayed with him since the kid was obviously high as a kite.Standing next to me was the oncoming physician, Dr. Snyder. I’d just signed out to her. She looked less than thrilled to be here, and I couldn’t blame her. It was nice when you could ease into the crazy that was ER, but she wasn’t going to be that lucky tonight. Let’s face it, I was stuck too. I couldn’t exactly just leave now that crazy scalpel kid was loose. I checked his chart and figured out his name was Sawyer.Sawyer licked his lips, and his gaze darted toward the sliding glass exit. He waved his weapon toward the group of us but seemed to have second thoughts about leaving immediately.“Where do you keep the Oxy?” Sawyer demanded.Nobody answered. They all turned in unison to stare at me. Aw, how I loved my coworkers sometimes.“You’re in charge, right?” He swallowed nervously and stepped up close to me. He smelled like sweat and fear. “Where do you keep it?”“You know I can’t just hand you OxyContin, Sawyer.” I did my best to sound reasonable. From his nasty expression, I could only guess he didn’t appreciate my efforts.“Listen, Doc.” He looked down at his blood-splattered shirt. “I’m already in a lot of trouble.”“I can see that.”“I don’t want to hurt you, but I will,” he panted.“We just want to help you,” I said.“Then get off your fucking high horse and give me something.”Someone was coming up behind him, head down and shoulders set, closing the distance quickly. Luckily the kid was distracted glaring at me. I saw a flash of blue uniform, a badge, and blond hair, and the kid went down in a pile of arms and legs. The scalpel clattered to the floor, and I grabbed it as quickly as I could. Sawyer kicked and snarled, but he never had a chance against the cop who took him down. Another cop, who I did recognize as Officer White, joined the first, and they yanked the kid to his feet.“Sorry, Logan. I had to use the can,” Officer White said sheepishly to the other cop.“Timing is everything,” Logan panted, cuffing Sawyer. He caught me watching and acknowledged me with a quick nod. I hadn’t seen him before. We were a small town, and newcomers stood out, especially newcomers who looked like him. “You okay?” Officer Logan asked me.I was struck by how blue his eyes were, but I assured myself my elevated pulse was because I’d almost been stabbed. “I’m fine.”“Can you just look him over real quick and we’ll get him out of here?” Logan asked.“You want to check him out, Dr. Snyder?” I turned to the oncoming physician, and she shrugged.“Of course I’ll look him over.” She seemed as mesmerized as I was with Officer Logan, her eyes glued on him. But she managed to pull herself away to examine the kid.“Thanks for tackling him. He caught me off guard,” I said to Officer Logan.“You were great. Very calm.” He grinned, and his smile was amazing. White teeth and cornflower-blue eyes—it was like looking at the beautiful Arizona sky.“That’s just a doctor thing.”“Yeah, cops fake it too.” He laughed. “Besides, Officer White should never have left him alone with you.”“I agree.” I gave White a hard stare. “I’m sure it won’t happen again, right?”Officer White nodded and stared at his shoes.“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” I said, pretending to read whatever nonsense was on my clipboard. He was making me nervous, in a good way.“I transferred in from Tucson PD. Name’s Logan Drury.”I took the offered hand. “Dr. Bennett, or Trace if you prefer.” His hand felt callused as it warmed mine. “Tucson is nothing like this place. You like the small-town feel of Bisbee?”He nodded. “So far it’s a relief.”“Why Bisbee?” I asked, studying his perfect full lips but doing my best not to look like I was. We were the same height, but he was built for power. Wide shoulders, nice chest, and strong legs.“I have my sister and her family here.”“That’s handy.”“Yeah, for her. Now she has a built-in babysitter.” He grinned.“I didn’t think of that.”He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, still smiling. “She did. Now it’s very clear to me why she was so gung ho I move here.”“Are you actually staying with her?”“Only temporarily. There’s a house I’m going to be leasing, but the other tenants aren’t out until the end of the month.”I was tempted to keep standing there, just so I could stare at his face, but I needed sleep. “I’d like to thank you for saving me from a scalpel in my throat. Maybe I can buy you a drink sometime?”“There’s no need. I was just doing my job.” A hint of color swept his angular cheeks.“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” I looked around at the drab white-and-yellow walls and grimaced.“I do.” We shook hands and parted.
My hand was still tingling as I made my way to my office to change out of my white coat. I didn’t meet many guys who affected me the way Officer Logan had. It was kind of nice to know I wasn’t completely dead in that department. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been interested enough in someone to consider meeting up for drinks. Maybe hanging out with drug addicts and stabbing victims wasn’t conducive to a healthy social life after all.
Hope you enjoyed that little taste! If you're interested in buying it, I'll drop some links below. Enjoy your weekend!S.C.Amazon Other Vendors
www.scwynne.com
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