About Seeking the Balance 2: Lack of Control
by AR Moler
43 pages
/ 17000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-793-0, 1-60370-793-X
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When you see a note for an oncology appointment on the calendar, you make some assumptions, and they're not always the right ones. Cam Bradshaw knows that his lover Mason Flynn is burning the candle at both ends, juggling his regular job as an orthopedic surgeon against refining his psychic healing skills with the help of training at
Division P.
Mason is stressed and tired, nothing seems be going right. Seeking all possible ways to save a dying patient Mason reluctantly agrees to tag along on an assignment that Cam is doing for Division P. Things go wrong, drastically wrong. Choices have to be made and not all of those choices are Mason's to make.
Sample
Road rash hurt. Halfway healed road rash itched, burned and was a general pain in the ass. Or in the arm as the case might be. Dr. Mason Flynn rubbed at the gauze and tape that covered the damage to his elbow and a generous chunk of the back of his forearm. It was the legacy of trying to ride Cameron Bradshaw’s motorcycle. Badly.
Mason fiddled with the sleeve of his dress shirt where he had rolled it up, trying to decrease the friction against the wounds. Tyra, one of the practice’s nurses and a good friend, caught him at it as she passed him in the hallway between exam rooms. She had been on vacation for the first few days of the week.
“What did you do to yourself?” she asked, pointing at the bandages.
“Something stupid. I sacrificed about six to eight square inches of skin to the gods of concrete,” he replied.
“Yow. Out running? I thought you ran on the beach.”
“Not running. Riding a motorcycle, or more precisely wrecking one.”
“Jeez! I didn’t know you owned a motorcycle.”
“I don’t. A buddy of mine convinced me to try his out. Would you believe I was going about five miles an hour pulling away from a stop sign and hit a curb?” Mason made a face.
“Could’ve been worse. I hope you had a helmet on,” she said.
“Absolutely. I may be a total klutz on two wheels but I’m not that stupid.”
“Are you going to Steve’s party next week?” Dr. Steven Villetti, one of the other partners in the orthopedic practice, threw an annual fall party. It was a relatively big event.
“Maybe.”
“You could bring your boyfriend...” she said.
Mason pressed his lips together. Tyra knew he was gay and was eternally trying to pry details of his love life out of him. “I don’t know. He’s...” Mason wasn’t sure what to say. It was an awkward situation.
“Shy? In the closet? Married?”
“Navy,” said Mason, looking at the ceiling. He didn’t want to destroy Cam’s career, but damn it was hard to be someone’s dirty little secret.