Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Today's author is E.A. Reynalds. We now have yet another version of Billy and Ian' story. What fun.

Saturday Rescue for Hire 9 - Spencer's Reluctant Rescuer will be released at Siren Publishing. Spencer was a cop who was kidnapped by a drug dealer who took his eye. Here is a snippet of one of his doctor's appointment.

Four hours later, Spencer was in a different part of the hospital listening to the doctor who had operated on his eyes. His gaze shifted to the door of the room.
Ruger moved from his usual position in the corner and leaned against the door with his muscled arms crossed over his wide chest. The sneaky bastard.
The doctor stopped talking and looked at Spencer with expectation. Spencer knew he should say something. He had only one question, as his mind had pretty much shut down after the first sentence the doctor had spoken.
“You want to fill my eye with wax?” Spencer was sure he’d heard wrong. There was no way anyone would do that.
“We would fill your eye socket with wax, Mr. Ryland.” The doctor corrected. “That way we would have a mold to create your ocular prosthesis.”
“You’re going to fill my eye socket with wax?” Spencer’s voice had raised a few octaves by the end of the sentence.
The doctor shifted on his low, round stool. “There is very little discomfort. We find that we mostly have to deal with the patient’s anxiety.”
“Ya think? You want to fill my eye socket with wax,” Spencer snapped out. He looked over at Ruger, wondering if he could trick the man into moving away from the door. If the clenching jaw and the steely expression in Ruger’s dark eyes was any indicator, that wasn’t happening.
“The hard part is already over when we removed the damaged eye and put in the ocular implant,” the doctor said. “You’ve been wearing that clear plastic shell in the socket all this time, and things look good.”
“Ocular implant?” This was new. Spencer couldn’t tell anything was in there.
“It’s deeply embedded in the socket and will hold the prosthesis in place,” the doctor informed Spencer.
Spencer tipped his head to the side, considering everything he’d learned so far. “What’s the new eye made of?”
“A hard plastic acrylic,” the doctor answered.
“Will it look real?” Spencer hated the pathetic way his voice sounded. The doctor was wrong. The hardest part wasn’t surgery. The hardest part was coming to terms with losing an eye.