Featured Book Review – Sand & Sutures

I am thrilled to announce that a review of Sand & Sutures, Texas Authors 2017 Medical Fiction book of the year, has been featured in the March/April edition of We Art Magazine. Excited to see this!

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Review – Scrubs

A decent, honest review of Scrubs.

The Scribblings

Randy Hanson is a second-year medical student immersed in his life of classes, study groups, and one-night stands. But that part of his life ends abruptly when he meets Jane, a gorgeous young psychology student. Soon, he has to find a way to balance the increasing demands of his medical training with his burgeoning relationship with Jane.

For all that Scrubs is about medical school, there isn’t a great deal of medicine in it. Instead, the focus is more on the toll that the time and effort involved can take on the people and their relationships. Obviously, the main one is the relationship between Randy and Jane, which is followed from first meeting to marriage, although others are given some attention as well. The progression of Randy & Jane is generally believable, with one or two hiccups along the way, although perhaps it is a little too smooth sailing.

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Author Confessions Round 18

I have several quotes from my WIP that I like, but this one sums up Nathan’s experience with medical school pretty well. The quote is powerful and has significant meaning for Nathan because his father is the one who says it to him.

 

“People will constantly question your reliability and expertise as a physician. If you think for one second that every single patient or family member or fellow physician is going to trust your medical judgment and rely on your word, you are gravely mistaken. That is not the way medicine works. Cases are not always easy, patients are not always cooperative, and quite frankly you are not always going to know the answers. I am helping you see the cold, hard reality of what this profession encompasses. I’ll be damned if I’m going to fluff this up for you and let you take the easy way out. You are smarter and more capable than that, and I could not, on my good conscience, send you down the easy path and allow you to settle for mere mediocrity. So don’t hand me this poor Nathan crap. Grow some balls, be a damn doctor, and deal with it.”

Beyond the Hardwood- Chapter 1

I completed the third book in my series this week, Beyond the Hardwood.  This book carries the story of Scrubs and Sand & Sutures into the next generation, focusing specifically on Randy’s son, Nathan.

bth-final-paperback-cover-5x8-1Synopsis is as follow:

From the time he was old enough to hold a basketball, Nathan Hanson dreamed of playing in the NCAA. Now a senior at Lake Washington High School, Nathan is a top-notch athlete with aspirations of attending medical school. Well known for his skills on the court, Nathan’s name and face are plastered across every sports page in Seattle. When a college recruiter catches wind of his stats, Nathan receives a visit from the head coach of the University of Washington, bringing him one step closer to making his lifelong dream a reality.

But sometimes pursuing your dreams comes with a hefty price.

 

I now present you with Chapter One of Beyond the Hardwood.

 Chapter One

Surrounded by family and friends, Nathan Hanson eyed eighteen candles flickering on the cake in front of him.

“Happy birthday, Nathan,” his mother said. “Make a wish.”

Nathan thought about this for a minute before he blew out the flames.

His father pulled a set of car keys from his pocket and handed them to Nathan.

Bemused, Nathan stared at his father. “What are these for?”

“Go look out front.”

Nathan gripped the keys in his hand and dashed out the door. A cherry red 1969 Ford Mustang Mach One was parked in the driveway out front. Nathan’s jaw hit the ground.  “Are you serious?”

“Happy birthday, Son.”

“Oh, sweet! Thanks, Dad.”

“Why don’t you take it for a spin?”

Nathan gazed at his girlfriend with an enticing smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

She nodded, full of anticipation.

He unlocked the car and presented his hand to her, helping her ease into the passenger seat.

Once she was secured, Nathan walked around to the opposite side of the car. He sat in the driver’s seat and revved up the engine, letting the car idle for a minute so he could hear it purr. “Listen to that engine, Gab.”

“I can’t believe your dad bought you a car.”

“My dad is awesome.” He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and held Gabriella’s hand with the other. Then he glanced over his shoulder, backed out of the driveway, and drove down the street.

“You’re so lucky your dad is a doctor,” Gabby remarked.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you and your family go on cool vacations, you live in a nice house, and your parents bought you a car for your birthday. They do all kinds of things for you.”

“Your mom does things for you too.”

Gabby shook her head and snorted. “Not like your parents do.”

He signaled to turn right, checked the rearview mirror, and switched lanes. “She sends you to cheer camp. That counts.”

“I guess.”

Gabby’s despondency led Nathan to believe something was bothering her. “What’s the matter?”

Not wanting to burden him with her problems, she stared at her hands with a dejected expression on her face.

Nathan pulled into the closest parking lot and put the car in park. He turned to face her, insistent that she talk to him. “What’s wrong?”

Gabby sighed. “My mom lost her job, and she pretty much told me she won’t be able to pay for any of my college expenses. Either I live off loans and work my way through school or I don’t go.”

“When did she lose her job?”

“Last week. And she refuses to let me work. Aside from my college problem, I don’t have any money to get a dress for the winter dance, so I won’t be able to go.”

Offering support, he took both of her hands in his. “We will get you a dress. That is not a big deal.”

“Really?”

“Of course. There is no way I’m going without you.”

Those were the exact words she wanted to hear. “Thank you.”

“We’ll figure it out. We always do.” He drew her closer and tenderly kissed her on the lips.

 

Nathan came home a little after 10:00 P.M. that night.  He removed his letter jacket and slipped his car keys in the pocket of his jeans. “It’s cold out tonight,” he said to his father as he draped his jacket over the back of a chair.

Dr. Randy Hanson looked up from the medical article he was reading. “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

He set the medical journal on the coffee table and focused his attention on his son. “Did you have a good day?”

“I had an awesome day. That car is amazing. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. I had a Mustang when I was your age. It’s a nice ride.”

“It is,” Nathan agreed, taking a seat on the couch next to his father.

“How was the movie?”

“It was good. A few parts scared Gabby. She jumped and spilled popcorn all over herself then wouldn’t let go of my hand for the rest of the night.”

“Scary movies are good for that.” With a more serious tone, Dr. Hanson looked his son in the eye.  “Nate?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“You’re a senior now. You have important decisions to make about college and career choices.”

“I know. We’ve already discussed this.”

“Yes, but you haven’t told me what you’ve decided,” he insisted on knowing.

“Gabby and I are going to UW together.”

“And have you made any other decisions?”

Nathan knew exactly what his father meant. “Biology I think, with emphasis on pre-med.”

Dr. Hanson grinned, thrilled that his son showed an interest in pursuing a medical career. “Have you filled out scholarship applications?”

“Yup. Found a few I qualified for.” Nathan had something else on his mind that he wanted to discuss with his father, but since it was a sensitive subject, he wasn’t sure how to bring it up. “Dad, I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Gabby and I have been talking.”

Dr. Hanson bobbed his head. “Talking is good.”

“You know, we’ve been together for over a year now.”

“I know. I like Gabby. She’s a nice girl, and I think she’s good for you.”

Nathan sat up to instill more confidence. “Gabriella and I…we…” He breathed in deeply before he said, “We want to have sex.”

Dr. Hanson knew his son was old enough to think about this, but wasn’t expecting Nathan to be quite this open about it. Seeking clarification, he asked, “She wants to or you want to?”

“We both do,” Nathan affirmed.

Dr. Hanson wasn’t convinced. “You’re not pressuring her, are you?”

“No, I’m not. She’s actually the one who brought it up.”

He snorted under his breath, not believing Nathan’s claim for one second. “Oh really?”

“Dad, I know what you’re thinking.”

“No you don’t,” he scoffed. “You have no idea what I’m thinking.”

“Then what are you thinking?”

Nathan’s father was an obstetrician who saw young pregnant girls in his office on a weekly basis. Nathan was convinced his father was about to lecture him about teenage pregnancy, or even worse, give him the abstinence speech. But his father did neither of those things. Instead, he simply said, “I understand. I was eighteen once.”

That was not the response Nathan expected.

Hoping his son had considered every aspect of this decision, Dr. Hanson threw him a thought-provoking question. “Have you considered what that means for Gabby?”

“What do you mean?”

“Son, once a girl loses her virginity, that’s not something she can ever take back. It’s done. And have you thought about contraception?”

Nathan knew the whole pregnancy issue would pop up sooner or later. “You mean condoms?”

“Yes, condoms. Be smart about this, Nate. Protect yourself, protect her. And for god’s sake don’t get her pregnant.”

“Dad.”

“I’m serious, Nathan. Use a condom, all the time, every time,” Dr. Hanson insisted.  “Is she on the pill?”

“No.”

“If you two are going to have a sexual relationship, she should be. I’ll be more than happy to get her a scrip for birth control pills, but I’m not going to do it without her mother’s consent,” he sternly stated. “Has Gabby talked to her mother about this?”

If Gabby’s mother knew they were even considering having sex, she would throw a conniption. Panic-stricken, Nathan replied, “Dad, she can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because. Her mom isn’t the most understanding person in the world, especially with sensitive issues like this.”

“Gabby should discuss this with her mother.” Dr. Hanson reached for a cup of coffee. “We’re going to get you a box of condoms. I want both of you to be safe.”

Nathan could see the seriousness in his father’s eyes. Dr. Hanson wasn’t about to let his son be the reason for another teenage girl having a baby. With a nod of understanding, Nathan replied, “Yes, Sir.”

 

Review: “Scrubs” by L.M. Nelson

Received another flattering review of Scrubs.

writerchristophfischer

26268261This is a very enjoyable and moving novel about a group of medical students. In the tradition of the TV series Scrubs of the same name, the characters are given a lot of depth. I was a big fan of the TV series Scrubs and picked up the book because of the same title, and I was not disappointed. In the same well written and composed fashion, yet with a totally different style, we witness personal problems, drama, the pressures of the medical system and the imoact they have on our heroines.
The setting is very appealing and fascinating, the plot and characterisation excellent and the novel, overall, a winner. Looking forward to the next in the series, which is out already.

Blurb:
Randy Hanson, charming playboy and son of a wealthy doctor, strives to reach one goal—graduating from medical school. Medical school is challenging enough without the added stress…

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