Mmm...I don't know about you, but my temp rises whenever I'm around a hot guy like this...he's the Union Army major in my Civil War time travel, LOVE ME FOREVER
My heroine, Liberty, disguised as a Confederate officer, has traveled back to 1862 and saved the life of a wounded soldier with the bandage in her rented re-enactor uniform.
Confusing the heck out of our hero.
Her medical knowledge intrigues him, but it doesn't take him long to guess there's a gorgeous woman under that uniform...and that's when things really get interesting when Liberty asks him about checking a patient's fever with a thermometer and he tells her his unit doesn’t have one. That the Union Army Medical Corps claimed to have a few of the clinical instruments, but no one bothers to use them.
He tried to forget she was a woman, focusing instead on her medical knowledge that challenged him to question the standard procedures. Ideas that matched his own theory of sanitation. Like keeping the latrines separate from the eating area and washing his instruments in hot water both before and after using them.
“Where are your thermometers?” she asked, checking the items lined up on a bench. Bedpans, folded bandages, a small bowl for washing.
“This unit doesn’t have one, Lieutenant,” Flynt said, clearing his throat. He explained that the Union Army Medical Corps claimed to have a few of the clinical instruments, but no one bothered to use them.
“Then how do you measure fever?” she wanted to know.
“By touching the patient,” he said.
“Yes. Since chills often accompany fever, nothing more is needed.” He laid his hand on her arm and fought to keep his wits about him. She flinched.
“So tell me, Major,” she said, tantalizing him with her voice, “what is your diagnosis?”
“I’d say the patient is quite feverish,” he said, holding her tight. God, she was all woman.
“We have a saying where I come from,” she mumbled, pulling away from him.
“Physician, heal thyself.”
“And where do you come from?” Flynt asked, curious.
“A long way from here,” she said slowly.
An honest answer, he gathered. Was it an attempt to keep him from pursuing the fact she was a woman?
Or her deep commitment to her profession?
One part of his mind was telling him to take her in his arms and hold her close to him, while the other, a more practical part, did what his medical training told him to do.
He put her to work.
LOVE ME FOREVER
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
LOVE ME FOREVER is on Kindle Scout — you can read the first 5,000 words HERE. You’ll meet both my heroines and both my heroes in the excerpt. If you nominate my story and it’s published by Kindle Scout, then you’ll receive a free copy!
It’s a saga of love and romance and war. Believe me, I walked every road, fought every battle with my characters, even walked around in a hoop skirt to “get it right.”
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