The first book in a two-book series is now available. Follow Chief Petty Officer Calder Reade as he attempts to make sense of why, after being shot while practicing to be a Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman he is rescuing pick pockets and former Royal Marine sergeants in the middle of England’s war with Napoleon rather than pushing up daisies in a VA cemetery.
Chief Petty Officer Calder Reede gets shot while serving an apprenticeship in a modern ER, and travels through time to 19thcentury England. His best guess is he was sent back to be a physician who can make a difference by using modern methods. But what if he’s wrong? If not a physician, then what? Perhaps the sorceress grandmother of the Chinese apothecary he just met will have the answer.
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As Calder Reade waited for the nurse to finish cutting the patient’s bloody T-shirt away, the ER continued to maintain its status of controlled chaos. At the nurse’s nod, he moved forward and began what he liked to call the Golden Hour dance to keep the teen gang member alive long enough to give the surgeons upstairs a fighting chance.
One more week remained of his internship at St. Petersburg’s West Bay Medical Center trauma ward, and Chief Petty Officer Reade could call himself a fully certified Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsman.
But for the present he would concentrate on searching for the source of his patient’s bleeding, as he tuned out the usual cacophony surrounding his bay.
C’mon, c’mon, stop hiding from me, you little bleeder. I can fix you if I can find you. Not bothering to lift his eyes from his patient’s chest, he said, “I need more—”
The ER nurse gave him the suction before he could complete the sentence.
Since his surgical mask hid his grin of appreciation, he winked at her. The slow wink the nurse returned told him he’d be getting some after their shift.
Ah-ha, got you! Now hold on and let me work my magic. Keeping his focus in the ER was a damn sight easier than in combat. No whistles of in-coming RPG rounds or the staccato beat of machine guns to break his concentration on his patient. He only needed to hear the nurses calling out vitals and the prompts from his supervisory doctor. When Doctor Feinstein’s bellowed a warning of “Gun,” he looked up and, in a blink his world went from clamping the bleeder closed before the kid bled out, to a searing pain blossoming across his back. He had the fleeting, crazy thought a mule kicked him. Whatever the cause, his focus strayed from his patient, and he gasped an apology as he fell across his body.
Before his vision went haywire and the ER disappeared entirely, Chief Petty Officer Reade asked himself another of his favorite what-if questions. What if he forgot to wear his body armor to the ER and got shot by a rival gang member on a retribution mission?
C. L. Hadyn aka Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, loads up the gypsy wagon for the last time (hopefully) and heads to Greensboro, North Carolina, to follow her delusion of becoming a New York Times best-selling author. Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line despite its lack of decent Italian food. Uh, concerning the Italian food, I’d still sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.
Before settling down to write full time in the land of ‘bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal, and historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook. They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM and M/M romance. Which brings me to my latest books: Golden Hours Book 1: Fall Back; Off Track; The Danegeld, and Guarded Hearts, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.
If you have a taste for the paranormal, historical romance, or something more outre’, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or C. L. Hadyn.