His dark features hovered above her as she writhed on the bed. When he spoke, she was certain he was a dark angel fallen from the heavens.
The above description is brought to you by an erotic romance writer who is obsessed with writing, even when she’s lying on a gurney in excruciating pain. Yep, I’m your stereotypical kick-butt erotic romance writer who won’t listen to anyone when it comes to burning the candles at both ends. Of course, there are benefits to being so obsessive about one’s writing. After all, even pain can bring pleasure. And pleasure it was yesterday when I heard this gorgeous voice say, “Hi, I’m Dr. Hogan, can you tell me where it hurts.”
So my eyes flutter open in my best kick-butt erotic romance writer fashion and there he is. Can we say forget Nathan Kamp, this man is why there are medical romances. He’s tall, his dark hair falls casually across his square forehead, he’s well-built and his face. . .drop-dead gorgeous. But considering I was in one of the East Coast’s best triage/trauma hospitals I should have known to expect nothing less than a doctor who’s perfect eye-candy.
Naturally, I’m more preoccupied with getting full name, age, marital status (I have girl friends!!) than I am about telling him how I’m feeling. Besides, who in their right mind wants to discuss rabid vampire bats sinking their fangs into one’s stomach muscles when eye candy is staring down at you? Particularly when those vampire bites are making you writhe, in a FAR from romantic fashion, on a hospital stretcher.
So here I am, just awe-struck by this to-die-for male specimen and the next thing out of my mouth is… “God, but you’re gorgeous.” And no, I wasn’t even on drugs at this point. But I’ve always been one to come straight to the point. When he looked a little startled, I waved my hand and said, “It’s okay, I’m a kick-butt erotic romance writer, and you’ve got the face of a romance hero.” I think this doctor must get comments like this all the time because he just grinned. Of course, the DH picks the perfect time to show up and hears me compliment the doctor. His response? “Hey, your husband is down here at the end of the stretcher.”
But I’m not feeling too good, so I fail to offer up a suitable rebuttal…like, “Well for God’s sake you drool over that damn Madonna DVD, can’t I do a little fantasizing here to forget the pain.”
Naturally, you’re wondering exactly what this has to do with writing. Well, the nurse helping the doctor had just read her first romance book a few weeks ago. So what do I do? I pull out my business card with my titles on the back and told her to look me up on Amazon if she liked hot, sexy reads. She laughed and took the card with a promise to do so. Across the way, a woman was waiting for her husband to be seen, and she’d overheard my delusional conversation. She got the DH to give her one of my cards. See, even pain can bring a potential reader.
So how obsessed are you about writing, reading or whatever that there’s little that can stop you from focusing on it?