Please help us welcome Amanda Faye to the blog today. Amanda is here to share her Contemporary Romance, Beautiful Trauma. Welcome, Amanda! We are all excited to hear more about Beautiful Trauma.
About Beautiful Trauma:
Bonded by a shared past. Forced together by circumstance. United by fate.
What begins as an ordinary day for surgeon, Dr. Noah Anderson devolves into chaos following a mass shooting at the local mall. Despite the rumors about the tiny blonde savior, he’s more surprised than anyone to learn who risked her life to save others. Covered in blood, there she is—Elizabeth, his ex-wife, mother of his child, and now, a victim of a heinous crime.
Dr. Elizabeth Stewart is a warrior, but when tragedy strikes, she’s shaken to her core.
With the shooter still firing, she thinks of nothing other than saving those around her. Now that it’s over, the warmth of Noah’s familiar arms gives her a sense of peace that is only temporary.
Will this tragic event help these lost loves smooth out their difference and find their way to a new normal, or will the trauma be too much for them to bear?
Genre: Romance – Second Chance, Friends to Lovers, Happily Ever After
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Excerpt from Beautiful Trauma:
Unfortunately, the high is fading. Or has faded. Definitely has faded. I don’t have to be here. Technically, I probably shouldn’t be. It’s not like I’m employed at the hospital anymore. Heaven help me if I were to get sued. But I couldn’t leave when there were still so many people that needed to be treated. And it felt so good to be here again. It felt amazing. Not that I don’t love working with the clinic patients. I do.
While my business card reads Assistant Director of Public Health, in reality, I run the two free clinics funded by the city. The clinics cater to the homeless and the uninsured, the majority of them veterans. It’s a cause close and dear to my heart. Too many of our countries veterans are on the streets with no access to the mental and physical care that they so desperately need.
I spend my days doing paperwork and treating illnesses that would typically be handled by a primary care physician. The work I do with the city is essential. But I’ve realized that I’m a surgeon. I was made to cut. And I feel like an addict who’s had their first drink after several years-long sobriety. Now that I’ve tasted the sweetness again, I’m not sure I can stop.
The technology is something I’ve desperately missed working at the clinic. All afternoon long, I’ve been debating about how I can steal a couple of computers and tablet systems and get them to my clinics. I fill out the screen of the tablet in my hand to have my current patient admitted when I see Noah come over to my side of the department. He head nods me over to the corner, and while I roll my eyes at him, I go to where I’m led. He hands me a bottle of pills, Lortab from the looks of it and a bottle of water. I give him my best ‘excuse me’ face, and he responds by pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. That’s one of the pitfalls of knowing someone for almost half of your life. My scary faces don’t work on him anymore.
“Take them. Maybe you can hide it from everyone else, but I can see how tired you are. It’s after seven o’clock. Let’s get out of here.” I automatically look at my wrist, but my watch isn’t there. I’m not sure where I lost it. Hopefully, it’s in the lounge upstairs. Otherwise, it’s lost to the CSI techs of the Denver Police Department. I hope it’s upstairs.
“You don’t have to wait for me,” I tell him, feeling prickly that he’s trying to shoo me out.
“Lizzy, you don’t have a car. You rode here in an ambulance, remember?” Oh yeah. “And I’d be willing to bet you can’t get to the mall to pick yours up now anyway. Nathan’s gone right?” I nod my head in affirmation already feeling my defeat, and he goes on. “I don’t know about you, but I want to see Gabriel. Let’s swing by your house, grab some clothes, then you and Gabe can stay with me tonight. I bet you haven’t called Nathan yet either have you?”
He knows I haven’t, but I appreciate him at least pretending to give me the benefit of the doubt. He knows better than most how much I loathe confrontation. That’s a conversation I’d like to avoid as long as possible. Nathan isn’t going to be pleased I was involved in the shooting and didn’t tell him. He’s really not going to be pleased that I’ve spent all day at the hospital.
“Okay, then. It’s settled. I’m sure after you talk to him, he’ll be reassured that you guys won’t be alone tonight.”
No. Nathan most definitely won’t be reassured by our sleeping at Noah’s house tonight, but it does take a weight off of my shoulders. I’m not looking forward to when my mind finally has a chance to process everything that’s happened today. “Fine” I reply, but irritated that he’s gotten me to agree to him without me ever having said a word in defiance, I stick my tongue out at him before I pop one of the pill’s he gave me. I look at the prescription bottle and see both of our names on it. Hmmm. In all our years together, I don’t think Noah has ever written me a prescription. Maybe I’ll keep the bottle. That’s not too mushy, right? I can always pretend it was from before.
Noah wraps his arm around my shoulder, laughing at my one act of rebellion as we start to walk towards the elevators. He leans in close and whispers, “Have you told Emma you’re wearing her bra yet?” His breath on my ear sends a shiver down my spine, and I burst into embarrassed giggles.
“Oh my God, I forgot all about it.” The laughter is doing me good, and I can feel some of the tension from the day leaving me. Now that he’s mentioned it, I can feel the way it sits on me, the material different from what I’m used to. I should take a selfie of myself in it and send it to her.
When we enter the locker area, Darcy is stretched out on the couch, legs crossed at the ankles, hands under his head. “Nice Adams,” I say as I pick his legs up then sit underneath him. “Good to know your manners have improved.” He doesn’t even open his eyes as his legs plop back down on my lap.
“If it isn’t the conquering hero herself. You are officially going down in Riley Memorial legend. You should have heard the way the paramedics were talking about you today. I offered to tell them some stories from our residency to give them a more accurate picture of your awesomeness.”
I was a bit of a late bloomer, and the fact that I was a year or two older than most of our peers didn’t help matters any. I finally came into my own though, admittedly with a lot of help from Darcy’s constant harassment and Noah’s continuous support.
“Hardyharharhar.”
Noah comes out of the changing area with his jeans and Jordan’s on, the waistband of his underwear peeking out over his jeans, but not his shirt. Damn, he looks good. I quickly avert my eyes and see him smirking at me instead. I hate that he’s caught me peeking, but it’s almost impossible not to stare. Noah is what my momma always called sinfully good looking. And by that, she means that just looking at him makes you want to sin. Six foot three to my paltry five foot three, he’s got a body like Thor and a cockiness to match it. His skin tone is just how I like my coffee, dark and smooth with two shots of cream blended through. His mother is Nigerian, via Paris, and his father is as Anglo as they come. They blended to make one beautiful human being. Disgustingly, he’s only gotten better with age.
About Amanda Faye:
Amanda Faye currently resides in Atlanta with her high school sweetheart and husband of 14 years and their 4 amazing children.
She’s had a passion for reading and writing since she was a child. She stole her first romance novel from her mother at age 12 and hasn’t looked back since.
You could say being a Reeder is in her blood. (Family joke)
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I love to read romance novels but was getting tired of the same old same old. Finally, after listening to me complain one time too many, my husband handed me my laptop and told me to do better, or stop complaining.
After looking through my search history on my phone, and seeing dozens of searches for books like Bones, and Books like Chicago Med and Books like Grey’s Anatomy, it dawned on me if I couldn’t find what I was looking for in a book, I would just have to write it myself. The Doctor Drama Series was Born. Just A Dream was released in July 2019, Beautiful Trauma in August 2019, and S.O.S will be released in October 2019.