A Peek at My Work in Progress
Today I thought I would share a little bit from the “indie” book I’ve been working on. The working title is A Place for Healing. It is a sequel to my first “indie” book, A Place to Call Home. 
A Place for Healing is also a follow-up to one of my Love Inspired books, Montana Match.
The hero of A Place for Healing, Max Reynolds, is a secondary character in Montana Match.
Here is a short excerpt from A Place for Healing.
“Do I have a terrible disease?” The words tumbled from Max Reynold’s mouth as he sat alone in the exam room and stared at the pale yellow walls. Even the supposedly cheerful color was doing nothing to cheer him up today. Instead, the hue sent up a caution signal. What would the doctor have to say?
Bad news?
It had to be bad, or the doctor’s office coordinator wouldn’t have called him to come in immediately after they got the results of the medical tests he’d had recently.
For months he’d been dealing with a series of maladies, including rashes, night sweats and a cough. All previous appointments with doctors had resulted in a diagnosis followed by a prescription that cleared up each problem temporarily. He hadn’t been concerned until he’d unexpectedly lost ten pounds in the last two months and a painful cough had reoccurred.
This time—no prescription, only tests followed by an urgent phone call. He took a deep breath, then let it out in a harsh rush of air. He hated the uncertainty. He hated the vulnerability. Most of all, he hated the waiting. Why were they making him wait when they had insisted he come in right away?
Maybe he should leave. He’d been to enough doctors—doctors who had done little for him. Why should this doctor be any different? Max stood, but as he took a step, he heard a muffled conversation outside the door. Max returned to his seat just as the doctor walked into the room, a stethoscope dangling around his neck.
Dr. Vargas immediately pulled up a chair and sat facing Max. “I have bad news. Your test results show that you have lymphoma. Hodgkin lymphoma.”
The word lymphoma sliced through Max’s mind. He couldn’t speak while a sinking sensation filled his gut. He swallowed hard.
Cancer.
How could he have cancer? At twenty-six, he was too young, but that wasn’t true. Cancer was no respecter of age. He’d spent the last four years working in labs and looking at other people’s cancer cells through a microscope—people of all ages and occupations. Cancer could change a person’s life in an instant.
His moment had come.
What kind of woman do you think will be Max’s heroine?
