I was hesitant to join this activity, because my latest book is almost a year old and my next one doesn't come out until this coming spring. However, it sounded like fun. What follows mirrors what you'll find at each site. Good luck.
About me: For those of you who might not know me, I'm a retired physician, current Vice-President of the American Christian Fiction Writers, and the author of four published novels of medical suspense. My books have been finalists in competitions including ACFW’s Carol Award and Romantic Times’ Inspirational Book of the Year. My latest novel, Lethal Remedy, won a 2012 Selah Award, and that's the book that will be included in the prize given to the winner of this scavenger hunt. My next medical thriller, Stress Test, releases next spring from Thomas Nelson and Sons.
About the current book, Lethal Remedy: Dr. Sara Miles’ patient is on the threshold of death from an overwhelming, highly resistant infection with Staphylococcus luciferus, simply known to doctors as “the killer.” Only an experimental antibiotic, developed and administered by Sara’s ex-husband, Dr. Jack Ingersoll, can save the girl's life. But potentially lethal late effects from the experimental drug send Sara and her colleague, Dr. Rip Pearson, on a hunt for hidden critical data that will let them reverse the changes before it’s too late.
And here's a sample:
In the midnight darkness, the lamp spilled a pool of yellow light onto the papers strewn helter-skelter over the scarred surface of his desk. The page shook in his hand as he stared at the figures scrawled in the margins. It all came down to this.
The man scrabbled through the mass of documents and pulled another sheet. What was the line from Macbeth? “If it were done, ’twere well it were done quickly.” Decision time.
He eased himself from the chair like the unfolding of a carpenter’s rule. Do this, and he could say goodbye to this tiny office. He envisioned a corner suite with a view—maybe even a private washroom. But tonight the community restroom down the hall would do.
The man locked himself in a stall and dug in his pocket for the dog-eared match folder he’d carried all day. He struck one match. It fizzled impotently. Two more attempts before one lit. He bent it against its fellows and the whole folder ignited. He touched the improvised torch to the papers he held and watched as they burst into flame.
Would the smoke set off the fire alarm, activate the sprinklers? He cursed under his breath for not thinking of that. He held the flaming mass lower in the toilet and fanned the air furiously with his free hand. The ashes dropped into the water, and he breathed again. He flushed twice, and it was over.
He washed his hands, splashed water on his face, and walked back to his office. FOR good or for evil—probably a bit of both—it was done.
To order this or any of my books, look in the right sidebar of this post and click on the link to your favorite bookseller. Now, here's the link to the next site in the scavenger hunt.