Wednesday, 17 February 2016

The things that gross me out by Erin Cawood #Contemporary #Womens #Fiction




Erin Cawood will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
 
A Fish Pedicure - This idea of fish eating your feet. What’s that all about?! Feet – I hate feet. I hate my feet, I hate other people’s feet. I hate bony ugly toes, in particular. It’s a definite ick-factor and the idea of putting my feet in a fish tank that god knows how many other people have had their sweaty ugly feet in before me… so not going happen.   

 
Bear Grylls – My partner enjoys watching Born Survivor but I can guarantee you that he’ll do something in every episode that freaks me out.


 
Creepy crawlies – ooh I just shuddered. I think this stems from the all the action adventure movies in the 80’s like Indiana jones and romance in the stone. Bugs, spiders and snakes. I just shuddered again.


Blood – Well, my blood in particular. You can prick me with needles all day long, I’m not fussed but if you want my blood… you’re gonna have to fight me for it!

Vomit – It might seem a fairly obvious one and after growing up in a pub, you’d think I was used to it by now…but I slipped over on my way to work one Sunday morning and landed in some inconsiderate freak’s regurgitated Saturday night. After that, me and puke? We are not friends.
I just can’t cope with this scene from Family Guy.


The absolute number one thing that freaks me out is the butchers shop, or the meat aisle. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good steak (as long as its charcoaled) But all that raw meat and blood on display… the smell!


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Does a heart ever really heal from its first break?

On an unseasonably hot night in late September, Dr. Keon McGowan is called away from a family gathering to a hospital emergency. Amongst his patients that night is a blast from his past he’d rather forget. He’ll certainly never forgive butterfly hunter Darcia Davenport for leaving him alone as a single father while she chased butterflies through the Amazon rainforest.

Coming face to face with the woman who broke his heart after all this time, Keon realises that he has never fully healed from it. But any chance of finding closure is ripped away when Darcy chooses to end treatment and live her final weeks without regret. Can Keon let her go? Or will he fight for the tomorrow they might never have? Maybe Tomorrow is an emotional journey of love caught between fate and destiny.




Excerpt:

Vibrations shot Dr. Keon McGowan’s hip as he placed a sterile gauze pad against the head of the frightened teenager sitting in cubicle nine. “I think there’s more blood than damage,” he reassured the youngster with a warm smile. Although the fifteen-year-old would need stitches, he’d been lucky on all accounts. Keon looked up at the boy’s parents and continued. “I’d still like a couple of scans. It's routine with head injuries, and it's likely the on-call neurologist will want to keep him overnight for observation just to be on the safe side.”

Keon gave them a nod as he removed his latex gloves, tossed them in the medical waste bin, and washed his hands. He didn’t want to cut their time short, but as the head of London’s largest trauma centre, Keon was acutely aware there were too many patients still awaiting first assessments, and there wasn’t a single cubicle free in the accident and emergency treatment area. He fielded calls between treating patients, unable to move more than ten feet without someone calling his name. It was all in a day’s work, except today, things were more hectic than usual, due to a massive traffic accident involving almost 200 people less than three hours ago.

“I’ll arrange for a porter to come as soon as possible,” Keon promised the parents of the fifteen-year-old at the end of the consultation. “But I’m sure you can appreciate they’re stacked out at the moment, as is the imaging department. I’m sorry it’s going to be a bit of a wait.”

They nodded, and Keon swiftly left the cubicle as his mobile vibrated against his hip again. Quickly, he glanced at the name on the screen. He wouldn’t normally take a personal call in the middle of a crisis like this, but this caller resided on the other side of the world. “I’m sorry, Sarah, but I can’t talk now.”

“Oh, hello, Sarah. How are you? I’m fine, Keon, thank you for asking.” Her sarcasm was not missed, but he was just too busy to acknowledge it. “But I thought I’d make this really important phone call to remind you the doctors at Mount Cook are still waiting for your call.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got seventy-three people who were in an RTA three hours ago. I can’t talk about this now.” He didn’t mean to be short, but the board had too many patients for his liking, and his staff grew weary. He didn’t need Sarah on his back right now. He returned to the nurses’ station. “Heather? Can you arrange for the patient in cubicle nine to have a CT scan and page neurology, please?”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Erin Cawood is a commercial women's fiction author, with a taste for dramatic storylines and a passion for strong lead characters she really gets behind, cheering on right to the very end of their story. Her focus? Taking romance into the darker, edgier side of contemporary fiction.

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16 comments:

  1. Thanks for being my guest! It's great to have you here!

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  2. What book describes you best?

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    1. Wow! That's a hard question. I really haven't thought about it. I'm the kind of girl who likes to learn new things and takes on a lot of techy challenges, I like to socialise with family and friends. I can definitely say nine of my books would describe me. Except for living to chronic migraine, and while debilitatingnow it's not life threat, so I've never really been in any of my characters shoes.

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  3. I agree with you on all the ones you can't stand except for having my blood drawn. Doesn't bother me at all.

    This was a great excerpt. Sounds like a fun romance.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, MomJane!

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    2. Now I know I'm not the only one who gets creeper out by the butchers shop/meat counter. On the blood thing. I think it really should stay inside my body Lol.

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  4. Great!! Thanks for the chance!

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