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Another look at my short paranormal romance.

Excerpt:
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He took her mouth, silencing her question. Her lips held tightly firm for a moment, then yielded to him. His tongue slid inside to taste her thoroughly. Sweet, soft and amazing. When he released her, he read the unleashed passion in her half-closed eyes.

She blushed a deep red, glancing around the tent. “Corporal …Kyle…you mustn’t take such liberties. What will the others think?”

He looked around and shrugged. “No one’s paying us any attention.”

She lifted the pan. “I have to go.”

Before he could stop her, she hurried past him moving to the front of the tent.

“Josie.”

Something blared beside his cot. He turned his head and woke in his own bed to the blast of rock music from his alarm clock.

He shut it off and sat up. What a vivid dream! The ones he’d had before had been fragmented and fuzzy. He’d barely remembered them afterward. But that kiss. He touched his lips, swearing he could still feel her softness, smell her lavender scent.

He had truly lost it.

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Since I’ve been posting excerpts from my short paranormal romance, Dreaming Josie, where the modern day hero is having vivid dreams of being a soldier in a Civil War field hospital, I’d thought I’d post information from my research for the story.
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Civil War field surgeons were often called butchers, but it was the weaponry of the day, the slow-moving minie bullet that was responsible for the catastrophic injuries and amputations that were so common in Civil War field hospitals. At the Battle of Chickamauga, John Bell Hood’s leg was struck by two minie bullets, shattering five inches of his upper thigh bone. Surgeons had no choice other than amputation with the state of nineteenth century medicine. Men who lost arms, such as Stonewall Jackson and Oliver O. Howard, had high morality rates. Amputees were a very visible reminder of the brutality of this war. At the time, weaponry had far surpassed the medical techniques needed to aid such injuries.

Soldiers wounded in battle might wait at least a day, maybe two before treatment could be administered. And antiseptics weren’t used in surgery until 1865, the final year of the war. Even a simple precaution like hand washing wasn’t routinely done before a surgeon operated. Clothes of doctors were blood splattered while going from patient to patient. If something was dropped during the surgery, it would be rinsed in cool, bloodied water. Sponges were dipped in cool water and used over again on different patients.

One surgeon recalled: “We operated in old blood-stained and often pus-stained coats, we used undisinfected instruments from undisinfected plush lined cases. If a sponge (if they had sponges) or instrument fell on the floor it was washed and squeezed in a basin of water and used as if it was clean.”

The term “Sawbones” was used to describe a doctor because the bonesaw was a common instrument used to amputate a shattered limb. The surgeon would saw through the bone until it was severed. The limb was then tossed into a pile of limbs from other unfortunate patients. “A good surgeon could amputate a limb in under 10 minutes.”

Only if a soldier was lucky would he escape what were known as “Surgical Fevers”. Gangrene, Pyemia, a form of blood poisoning; as well as other infections developed from the lack of cleanliness and antibiotics, which didn’t exist at the time, and the fact that surgeons were required to work with speed. Once an infection entered the body, it was difficult to treat with the medicines available.

For more information on Civil War surgery:

http://www.historynet.com/the-truth-about-civil-war-surgery-2.htm

http://www.civilwarhome.com/armysurgeon.htm

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/local/longterm/tours/civilwar/medmus.htm

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Another look at my short paranormal romance available for only 99 cents.

Excerpt:
dreamingjosiecoverHer scent and feather-light touch caused an embarrassing reaction. He glanced down, wondering if she’d noticed, but she concentrated on his thigh.

She expertly cut away the bandage, and Kyle stared at his leg. Stitches covered a long, pinkish scar.

“What happened?”

Josie glanced at him and frowned. “Surely you remember being shot.”

“Shot!”

“In the cornfield.” She bit her lip.

“I – no! I wasn’t shot. I…”

“It’s all right. I’ll take care of you.” She lifted a towel from the basin and started cleaning the wound. “We have to keep it clean to prevent infection.”

“This doesn’t make sense. I was never shot.”

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Since I own the rights to this story, originally published in a Civil War romance anthology put out by The Wild Rose Press, I’m considering expanding the story into a full-length novel. If you’re enjoying the excerpts from this short e-book, based on true stories of Civil War reenactors who believe they were soldiers in a past life, let me know what you think.

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Another look at my short paranormal romance.

Excerpt:
dreamingjosiecoverKyle paced his apartment. He had to be losing it. The woman—Josie, she’d said her name was—vanished into thin air. What the hell was going on?

Derek had told him he’d had too much to drink the night before, but Kyle knew that wasn’t true. Something strange had happened. Could his dream girl be a ghost?

He didn’t even want to entertain that thought.

After a shower, he took in a baseball game on cable, then decided to turn in. He still felt shaky after the encounter on the field. All the way home, he’d kept going over it in his mind. He must be going nuts.

He finally settled into bed and tried to clear his mind. Maybe a good night’s sleep would put the whole thing to rest. He doubted it, though.

An inviting scent of lavender and woman woke him from a deep sleep. Someone leaned over him. He opened his eyes and stared into Josie’s. He glanced around and found he was in a large canvas tent. Men lay all around him on cots.

“I’m here to wash you, Corporal.” Josie placed a pan of water on a small table beside him.

“It’s Kyle,” he said.

She smiled. “Here, let me help you with your trouser leg.” She pulled back the blanket covering him, and he stared down at his leg. His pants were torn at the seam, allowing access to his thigh. A gauze bandage wrapped around it.

“What the…?”

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For about ten years, my husband and I and two of our boys camped out and reenacted the American Civil War on many weekends from spring till fall.

cwphoto-360x405Setting up the tent in camp, wearing the clothing, cooking over an open fire and mending torn clothing by hand (my guys were notorious for loosing buttons off their uniforms), gave me a feel for at least some of what living in the nineteenth century must have been like.

And for sure, in my imaginative writer’s mind, it was the setting for time travel adventures, including my first romance novel where a modern day woman meets her soulmate, a man from the past when she finds herself thrown back in time to land in a Confederate camp at the height of the war.

Although Erin’s Rebel was partially inspired by my time as a reenactor, it’s also due to my fascination with time travel tales, romance or not, that I grew up watching on television. And later, as a young stay-at-home mom, I discovered time travel romance. Not matter the setting or time period, I loved reading stories of people of our time, meeting up with men or women from the past.

I’ve recently been watching Diana Gabaldon’s ‘Outlander’ series. I read the first two books years ago and recently read the third. It reminded me of how much I love the genre and someday soon, I plan to delve into a new novel that spans time periods. They’re just so much fun.

Below is one of my favorite excerpts from my own time travel romance, Erin’s Rebel.

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Excerpt:
As he moved closer, her knees turned to jelly. Strong, hard-muscled arms embraced her, offering support. Her head spun. She lifted a hand to stop the motion and encountered wool, a double row of metal buttons and a rock-hard chest. The enticing aroma of sandalwood mixed with a musky, masculine scent, plus a tinge of wood smoke invaded her senses. Had she hit her head harder than she’d thought?

She gazed at his lightly tanned face. Firm lips tilted upward slightly at the corners surrounded by a thin chocolate-colored mustache curving into a neatly-trimmed beard covering only his chin. Thick, dark hair brushed his collar and curled from beneath a broad-brimmed black hat. Her pulse raced as she leaned against his long, solid frame. Night after night in her dreams she’d run her hands through those curls.

“How can you be here?” she murmured.

“Pardon me, ma’am?”

“I don’t understand.” She tried to wrench from his grasp, but he gathered her close, lifting her into his arms. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you back where you belong.” He carried her to the tent entrance where Doc peered out.

“Will, what the devil is going on?”

“I assume you didn’t give Mrs. O’Connell permission to leave.”

“I did not.” He scowled. “I told you to rest.”

The dark-haired man carried her inside and laid her on the cot. She propped herself on an elbow to get a better view of the man Doc called Will. Broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist accentuated by the cut of his gray frock coat trimmed in gold braid.

“Who the hell are you?” she asked.

“Pardon me, ma’am?”

His gaze chilled her blood. He looked exactly like the man in the antique photo she’d found between the pages of her grandmother’s Bible. If he were the man in the photo, where was she? Maybe the crash had killed her, and she was now in the afterlife. And like the man who called himself Doc, this man had also called her Mrs. O’Connell. Grandma Rose’s great-aunt. Something wasn’t right.

Unable to voice her fears, she stared open-mouthed at the man.

Civil War time travel romance, Erin’s Rebel, was a finalist in the Ancient City Romance Authors 2010 Reader’s Choice Award, paranormal category.

Read opening chapters: https://susanmacatee.wordpress.com/my-books/erins-rebel-chapter-one/?preview=true&preview_id=4473&preview_nonce=a36fb7ec64

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Another short excerpt from my short paranormal romance.

Excerpt:
dreamingjosiecover“Allow me to get that.” Leaning toward her, Kyle licked the jam off the edge of her lip, then worked his way across. Strawberry mixed with her own sweet taste nearly drove him mad.

“Josie,” he breathed.

She yielded to his kiss and reclined on the tablecloth. He shifted against her soft, pliant body.

“Kyle!”

Kyle glanced around, startled to be taken so abruptly out of the vision.

Dr. Wyler studied him. “You were speaking to someone named Josie. I instructed you to recall everything you saw while hypnotized. What did you see?”

Kyle swallowed. “I, ah, I was in a Civil War camp having a picnic with Josie.”

Dr. Wyler learned toward him. “Tell me everything that happened.”

“Well, I was kissing her, then we ate, then I kissed her again.”

“And?”

“You woke me up.” Kyle scowled.

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Take a peek at the ending of the first chapter of my Civil War holiday romance novella.

Excerpt:
thechristmasball_7289_7501She glanced at the corporal and nodded. “I’ll be all right,” she gasped. “Take him.” She inclined her head toward the man on the litter.

The corporal rose gingerly to a crouch, then nodded to the private and they lifted the litter, moving toward the ambulance on the far side of the trees.

Grasping her thigh, she felt a sticky substance. Blood! The other private knelt and looked at her thigh. He pulled out a neckerchief and tied it to stop the bloody flow.

“Hold on, Brewster. We’ll get you back to the doc.”

Sara gritted her teeth. Thoughts of Doc Ellison caused her pulse to race. While she longed to see him again, the thought of him examining her wound sent a jolt of fear through her.

What if he discovers my secret?

The Christmas Ball available from The Wild Rose Press http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_135&products_id=5026

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