L: Nana Prah

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Guest Post: Destiny Mine by Nana Prah

Cute baby photo? That's cheating...

So my friend Nana Prah is taking part in a blog tour to promote her hospital romance Destiny Mine. Nana and I have more in common than just writing - we're both nurses, and therefore we tend to laugh at the same thing. She promised me a special post for her blog tour, and I think she delivered. Give it a read and see what you think...and keep going, because there's a $20 Rafflecopter giveaway at the end.

The truth about nursing humor

Nurses have a, well, let’s just say peculiar sense of humor.

When we get together in a huddle during a rare break, it’s on. People outside of the nurse’s circle don’t always get us. Okay, we may look like angels in scrubs, but we tend to be worse than sailors when we aren’t speaking to a patient. Not just with the cursing, but with our choice of topics.

Sex being high on the list.

What body part has a nurse has never seen? Penises and vaginas of all types. Yes we make fun of them at times, but only the body part. It’s rare that we remember who it was connected to. It’s one of the things we do for stress relief. Sometimes our conversations are subtle while other times they are downright bawdy.

One of my co-workers years ago took a towel and started telling a story about Thanksgiving and a turkey. By the time she ended, she’d rolled the towel into the exact replica of a penis. It was so funny.

A conversation that sticks out in my mind between two nurses (I wasn’t one of them).

Nurse 1: Here take a packet of KY.
Nurse 2: I don’t need it. I get so wet I can bottle and sell stuff.

Yeah that conversation had me gaping right before I laughed.

When I write medical romances, I make my nurses raunchy, at least to a minor extent when they’re talking to each other. Not only is it fun to do, but it reflects the conversations nurses have in real life.

Blurb

Extraordinary midwife, Esi Darfour, is looking to get married. She’s a master matchmaker but has no luck when it comes to her love life and has yet to find a man worthy of her. Until she has to deal with gorgeous Dr. Adam Quarshie outside of work.

Adam is a player who refuses to get married—ever. His interest lies more in getting her into bed than in having any kind of committed relationship. Esi’s matchmaker instincts warn her to run in the other direction as quickly as possible, but her heart insists she stay…get closer…and see if what they feel for each other can change his mind.

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About the Author:

Nana Prah is a multi-published author of contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in chocolate, and enjoying life with friends and family.

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Enjoy the following excerpt for Destiny Mine:

Esi and the other midwives sat at the nurse’s station relaxing while they could. The one client on the ward was experiencing her first delivery. During her last vaginal examination, she’d reached two centimeters. Delivery would take place after getting to ten centimeters, so she had a long way to go until she’d push her baby out.

Although the labor ward was quiet now, at any moment it could fill up, creating an unimaginable amount of work. The midwives took the rare opportunity to chat.

“Have you heard who Dr. Quarshie is dating?” Efia asked.

Esi’s ears perked up as the conversation moved from the exorbitant price of tomatoes to someone considered to be one of the hottest doctor’s in the hospital.

Alice looked up from writing her note on the patient. “I haven’t heard he was dating anyone.”

“I bet she doesn’t work in the hospital. Rumor has it, he’s given up on dating nurses.”
Martha protruded her lower lip out in a pout. “I never had my chance with him.”

Esi’s eyes widened in shock at the sweet woman. “Martha, you’ve been happily married for ten years. What would you do with Dr. Quarshie?”

Martha wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, you’d be surprised. I love my husband, but a girl can fantasize. Can’t she?”

They all giggled.

“Tell us already, Efia. Who is the great Dr. Adam Quarshie dating these days?” Alice asked.
Efia jerked her head towards Esi. “None other than our own star midwife.”

Esi snickered remembering how ludicrous rumors could get. “What? Where did you hear that? Would have been nice if I’d been the first to know.”

“From Yaa in the outpatient department.” Efia responded. “She said she saw you two getting cozy at a dinner about three weeks ago. Is it true Esi?”

She ignored the question. “If she came up with this conclusion three weeks ago, why is she spreading the rumors now?”

“She’s not. We were talking yesterday, and she happened to mention it to me because she knew I worked with you.”

Breathe. No need to get angry. You’d provide more fuel. “Because she saw me at my cousin’s house, and Dr. Quarshie was there. She presumes we’re dating? She was there too, and they conversed a bit. Can’t I say the same for her?”

Efia’s grin turned impish. “Only if you also saw them walking down the most popular street in Osu the previous night.”

This damn man is going to be the death of my reputation.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Love Undercover Blog Tour

Love Undercover by +Nana Prah

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction (Sweet, Multicultural)

Publisher: Black Opal Books

Today I'm thrilled and excited to feature my friend Nana Prah. Nana lives in Ghana, so I've only ever met her on-line, but she's a lovely person. She's a nurse, as well as a writer, which makes us almost sisters, you know? I had the chance to read Love Undercover, and it's a fantastic book. My review is down below, but before you get to it, check out Nana's Top Ten list - it'll give you some hints as to why the book is so good.

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Top 10 real life experiences in Love Undercover

One thing that many people don’t know is that Love Undercover is a romance based on an experience I had. Not the romance part, but the jail aspect. Without further delay I’d like to present 10 things that happen in Love Undercover that actually happened to me.

My first cellmate was awesome. We would laugh all the freaking time. We had similar personalities and loved to have fun. She was a bisexual, but didn’t fancy me. I’m a heterosexual, but I was like why not? Still laughing about that.
I butchered my eyebrows by attempting to shape them with thread. It was hilarious- even to me
I was strip searched after having a visit (It was not fun in the least)
There were some hot guards in that prison. But unfortunately I had no romantic liaisons with any of them (damn).
Many of the detainees stories in the book are true. I’ve dramatized them just a tad.
Most of what happened to one of the characters in the novel is what I went through, only I’ve never had a boob job (darn it).
Sarita and I had the same second cellmate, only there was no fight in real life. The devil part is true, though- very scary.
The library was awesome. No covert operations for me, even though it does happen in the system.
We baked a cake. To this day I still find it weird, but it’s true.
To the best of my knowledge there was no blind spot at the prison I was detained at. That came from my imagination so I could get some intimate scenes in there for Sarita and Matt.

So there you have it. If you have any questions on what else is true in Love Undercover once you read it, just contact me and I’ll let you know.

And you really must read this one, to see how these events unfold in the story...here's my review...

Love Undercover is the story of a government agent who is sent to a medium security prison to act as a body guard for the daughter of the South Korean President. The thing is, she has to show up a couple days before her target, to make things look realistic.

The other thing is, prison guard Mathew Carter rocks her world.

The romance was a lovely story thread, appropriately hot and awkward and satisfying. The story of the women in the prison, though - detainees from all over the world - would have fascinated and entertained me all on it's own. Every woman in the prison has her own adventure to tell, but they all share two things: they want to stay in the US, and they are being sent home. Ms. Prah does such an amazing job with the details, and this was one of the only prison stories where I believed that the setting was close to the real thing. The romance between Sarita and Mathew is the happy sugar frosting on a wonderful story cake, and one I can highly recommend.

Blurb

The last thing she expects is to fall in love with a prison guard…

Hotshot Secret Service Agent, Sarita Cerez is thrown into a medium security prison—for work. Her job is to protect the daughter of the president of South Korea. She never envisioned making friends with illegal immigrants or falling head over heels for one of the guards. Now the clandestine activity, which is integral to protecting her charge, may destroy her only chance at love.

He's never fraternized with the inmates—until he met her…

Matthew Carter always plays by the rules, which includes maintaining a strictly professional relationship with the inmates in his charge. But when Sarita saunters onto the unit, all bets are off. Her status as a deportee with a permanent ticket to Columbia means they can never be together, but try as he might, this doesn’t stop him from risking his career for her.

He's a man who values honesty above all else, and she lies for a living. Can two people from such different worlds find any common ground?

As they walked down the first flight of stairs, Sarita’s breath caught when she glanced at him. She missed her footing and would have gone head-over-ass down the steps if he hadn’t grabbed her.

The heat emanating from Matt’s body seeped into her. “Thanks. You saved me from a nasty fall.”

“You are so beautiful, Sarita.” His whispered words feathered over her cheek.

She moved forward as his lips came down on hers in a crushing kiss. The impact brought tears to her eyes and a whimper to her throat. He eased the pressure. She took the light pecks as his apology.

She desired his passion over such teasing gentleness. Her hand moved to the back of his head and held him against her mouth, opening for him as his tongue thrust in. She hung onto him for fear of tumbling down the stairs.

Swinging her around, he lifted her onto the railing, wrapping her legs around him. His hardness met the juncture of her thighs. The need to feel more of him suffused her. She rocked her hips and squeezed him closer when he moaned.

The sound of whistling broke through the haze. She eased her feet to the steps and they continued down the stairs as if she hadn’t been about to rip off his shirt.

She held onto the railing so her wobbly legs wouldn’t slide out from under her. She chanced a glance up and saw the camera. How could she have forgotten where they were?

He looked back at the space they’d just vacated and raised an eyebrow. “Blind spot,” he whispered. “Didn’t you know?”