Fun Fact Friday – Calisa Rhose and the Small World

b-w-profile-pic Let’s wish Calisa a happy early birthday.  Her birthday is tomorrow.  Poor Calisa has had a bit of a rough December.  There have been broken ribs involved.  Somehow she’s still smiling and made it through the Christmas holiday.   She’s a nut for Christmas, as am I.

Why this crazy obsession? We both were born within a week of Christmas.  Oh and we were both late, which probably sums up why I was late getting her information on the post.  I think this means she understands me 🙂

One more little tidbit to make the world seem small, is the fact her daughter shares my name.  It’s her daughter’s middle name.  we’re the cool people 🙂

It’s wonderful finding a kindred spirit for the holidays.  Now sit back, kick up your feet with a warm drink, and read a great romance, Risk Factors. 

new release smallerRISK FACTORS – available March 4, 2013

Love, like life, is not without risk.

Blurb- Veterinarian Vivian Dane has purchased her uncle’s practice in the tiny town of Wales, Risk Factors400x600Missouri, where most residents still doubt her ability to treat their pets. But Viv is used to being considered less-worthy than her predecessors. After all, her parents are world-renowned wildlife vets, and most everyone is unimpressed she’s chosen to not follow directly in their footsteps. Now Connor, a patient’s owner, is hot for Viv, but clearly doesn’t think she’s dating material because he has a daughter…who he believes no woman is good enough for. Being a perfect dad is EMT paramedic Connor’s life focus. He can’t seem to stay away from sexy Doctor Viv, but attraction is as far as he’ll ever let it go. His mother abandoned him, leaving him to be raised in the foster system, and then his wife abandoned both him and their daughter. He absolutely will not risk bringing another woman into his little girl’s life and having her feel the hurt of being left…again.

Forfeiting is easier than attempting and failing. So why does Viv feel compelled to prove she’s a sure bet for Connor and his daughter? Can Connor trust Viv–and himself–enough to play the possibilities?

Excerpt It was close to five o’clock and Viv wanted to go home. Winter hadn’t reached the Midwest yet, but from September through October the temperatures often dipped and dove sporadically, before diving for the long winter ahead. There’d been a slight chill in the air that morning and she hoped for a few more weeks of warmth before harsh weather moved in. She looked forward to a hot soak in the bathtub, but Skittles was due for pick-up first. Connor had assured her he’d pick her up, or have his father get her before five. She glanced at her watch again. Four-fifty-six. She didn’t mind staying late if she needed to; it would be a shame to leave the nervous animal alone another night. She opened the small closet to put the dust mop away. “Hello.”

With a start, she spun and her hand caught the broom handle on her way around. Gasping, she grabbed uselessly, horrified as the cleaning tool flew sideways from the closet. In slow motion she saw it shoot out against Connor’s shoulder and fall with a sharp snap onto the tile floor.

“Oh! I’m so–so sorry! Are you hurt?” Instant heat rushed up her neck and she bent to reclaim the errant broom to shove into the closet. She slammed the door and leaned against it on a sharp breath.

“I’m fine. You worried your killer broom might attack again? You might consider putting a lock on the door,” he said with a crooked smile.

Puzzled, Viv looked around and realized with total humiliation how it appeared she’d trapped the broom inside the closet–when in actuality, she wanted to climb through the door beside the instrument and hide.

“Of course not. That would be silly. I didn’t expect you right now.”

“It’s two minutes of five. I told you I’d be here for Skittles. Is it too late?” Right. The skunk.

“No. I’m sure she’s more than ready to go home. Do you have the pet carrier to put her in?” She probably didn’t need to ask when Connor stood empty-handed before her. He lowered his head and she knew he’d forgotten it, fought back a smile at his forgetfulness. “Sorry. I drove straight from work and didn’t think about it.”

“No worry. I have one you can borrow.” Which meant he’d have to see her again. She’d definitely need to see him again. “Thank you. I’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

“Oh, there’s no rush. I keep a few on hand for emergencies.” She led him back to the cage where the skunk still huddled, and got a carrier while he opened the cage to retrieve his daughter’s pet. As he lifted the black fur ball out, Viv set a pink case next to him. He hissed under his breath and almost let the animal loose. Viv opened the cage and held it upright for him to lower the skunk down inside and shut the door. Once he stood with the pet taxi, she detected a smear of red on one finger.

“She bit you?” Skunk bite, rabies, germs…

“It’s fine. When she’s scared she tends to nip a warning like a cat.” Connor’s lack of care concerned Viv, however.
“I should clean it with antiseptic before you go.”

“I’ll tend it when I get home.”

“But, it may have germs…get infected.”

“It’s not the first time, and her rabies vaccination is current. Thank you, but it’s not necessary.” Viv stopped by a cabinet on the way to the front reception area to grab ointment and a Band-Aid.

Where to buy:

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Also, Risk Factors is on Authorgraph! Get your copy signed.

bio Calisa Rhose is an Okie, born and bred, through and through, and proud of it. While growing up, when she wasn’t on the back of a horse, she could be found with pen and paper in hand. Her writing career began with poetry in her younger days. Then she discovered Rock-n-Roll and cute musicians. Poetry turned into stories of romance and dreams. These days she lives with the same man who convinced her to take a romantic journey with him almost 30 years ago. After raising three strong daughters she spends her days loving their granddaughters, hoping for a boy someday, and writing. When she’s not writing, you can find Calisa putting on her editor hat and working to help other published and aspiring writers. She is working on more projects with her favored contemporary cowboys, first responders  and firemen, as well as, the occasional ‘other’ heroes- and their sexy female counterparts, those sassy, stubborn heroines.

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16 thoughts on “Fun Fact Friday – Calisa Rhose and the Small World

  1. Calisa Rhose says:

    Thanks for having me here today, Michelle! If I’m not in when your guests visit, I hope they understand it’s a bit difficult to be on the pc with broken ribs. It makes me very slow. Someday I’ll remember I’m not thirty anymore. Hell, I’m not 50 anymore! 😆

    Yes, I slipped on icy steps Dec. 11th and it was not a fun ride! lol I’m healing, but it takes a while for ribs and with horses and a goat to feed, rest is a rare treat. 🙂 I’m thrilled to be here though and will pop in whenever I can.

  2. Joanne Wadsworth * Romance Author says:

    Hi Calisa,

    So sorry about the broken ribs. My hubby broke two of his last year when he fell through some scaffolding out on a builder’s job. It was impossible for him to sit without pain, lie down at night or get up in the morning without difficulty. It was awful seeing how long it took for those ribs to mend, so many weeks. It’s terrible that you’re going through that. Even now, he still remembers those weeks of pain as if it were yesterday.

    Happy birthday for the 28th is it? It’s already the 28th in NZ, so start celebrating now. No fast moving though. Take it easy. Real easy.

  3. Calisa Rhose says:

    I’m so sorry for your hubby, Joanne. My hubby broke a rib just two months ago and I fell on our stairs two years ago and broke a rib. Not my first rodeo, sadly! lol I’ll be up and around again soon though. But thank you for the birthday wishes. We’re going to dinner tomorrow night. I can’t wait! Wine! 🙂

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