Friday, June 1, 2018

Astrology For Your Characters -Janet Lane Walters #MFRWauthor #BooksWeLoveLTD #romance #medical

Giving Your Characters an Astrological Connection

For my contemporary books, I generally give them an Astrological Connection. In my series, this is really evident. Now I don’t just give them a Sun Sign, They also have A Moon Sign and a Rising Sign. This gives me a lot of material to play with. My series Opposites Attract now has five of the six characters who met in college while studying to be nurses. Each one of them becomes involved with her Astrological Opposite.
Today, I’m starting out with the Aries Libra Connection. Jenessa is an Aries and one can imagine her leading the charge. Eric is a Libra who seeks to find a balance.

The Aries - Libra Connection (Opposites in Love Book 1)

Jenessa is Aries, a nurse, union advocate and likes a good fight.
Eric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.

Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.

Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?

In the seventh and final inning, the other team scored two runs. Jenessa rallied her team. “We can’t let them win. Nan, Simone, just get on and I’ll bring you in.”
     They walked. She strode to the plate and connected with the first pitch. The ball soared over the heads of the outfielders. She trotted past first. “I was safe.”
     Eric hid a smile. She ran the bases with a cocky gait. At home, her teammates engulfed her. When he saw Sam wiggle into the mass of cheering women, Eric laughed. Moments later, the petite, ebony-skinned catcher for the nurses dragged Sam from the huddle.
     “Simone, remember Eric.” Sam winked. “See you at the buffet. Me and this woman’s got to talk about her attitude.” He gestured toward the pitcher for the nurses. “Looks like you made an impression.”
     He knew he had, but not the one he wanted. He strode to first base, retrieved the beer and straightened.
     She stood on the base. “I was safe, you know.”
     “Really?” He raised the can to his lips without lowering his gaze. The sweat-stained tee shirt hugged her ribs and clung to her breasts. He swallowed a mouthful of warm, stale beer he hadn’t meant to drink and caught the edge of a memory.
     He knew her. Though their first meeting had lasted less than an hour, he remembered her fire and determination. He’d watched her ply every skill and trick she knew and he had stepped in to help. For a short time, they’d been a team.
     Before he had a chance to identify himself, a booming voice ended the staring match. A hearty slap made him drop the beer. White foam gathered on the grass.
     “Getting into things already. Good idea.” The Board president stepped around Eric. “Jenessa, you look good enough to start a dead man’s heart. Two of you been introduced?”
     “Not officially,” Eric said. The audible wheeze in Bishop’s breathing made him wonder why the man was puffing on a cigar.
     “Allow me. Jenessa Robertson, Eric Bradshaw.” Bishop beamed. “Now, let me tell you, this little girl’s not as sweet as she looks. She’s a rabble-rouser. Fights hard for the union.”
     Sweet didn’t match Eric’s impression of her from the past or today. Stubborn, courageous, a leader and much too attractive did.
     Her hands moved to her hips. “It’s contract time, Mr. Bishop.”
     “Don’t be rushing into the fire, little girl. Eric just arrived.”
     “We’ve been on hold for months.”
     The obese man’s teeth clamped on the cigar. “Stick to nursing, little girl. When you have a seat on the Board, you can push.”
     “We’re asking for one.”
     “Already have a nurse. Your director has a seat.”
     She made a face. “I mean a real nurse.” She turned and jogged away.
     “What?” If Bishop hadn’t grabbed Eric’s arm, he would have followed her and demanded an explanation. The desire for a confrontation rocked him.
     Bishop laughed. “That’s one fine looking little girl. Needs a man to blunt her claws.” He winked. “You interested?”
     “What did she mean by a real nurse?”
     “Seems she thinks only bedside nurses should have a say in how the hospital’s run.” Bishop ground his cigar on the sun-browned grass. “Girl’s a born leader.”
     “Why isn’t she a nurse manager?”
     Bishop lit another cigar and released a cloud of smoke. “Would be like setting a mongoose in a cobra’s nest. Better idea would be for you to feed the sparks jumping between you. Set her to thinking about a man not a contract.”
     Eric’s jaw tightened. He felt the same anger he’d felt years before when he’d been a rookie cop and a smooth- talking drug dealer had offered a bribe. “That’s not my style.”





Tina Donahue said...

What an interesting and unique concept. I've never thought to do that with my characters. :)

Janet Walters said...

It's fun. But I've been involved in Astrology for years. Once earned enough money to take a trip to Ireland