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It’s just a docuseries about your career as an OB/GYN, they said.
It won’t interrupt your life during or after filming, they said.
It is a great opportunity for the hospital and your practice, they said.
Well, they—the television executives who seem intent on ruining my career and personal life with a fair number of creative liberties—lied.
Now I’m stuck dealing with the consequences of believing them.
Instead of being known as Dr. Will Cummings, Head of Obstetrics and Gynecology at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m now being called Dr. Obscene.
What devotion I’d hoped to earn in respect, I’ve instead received in patients flashing me seductive smiles and flirtatious winks during their exams.
How’s a guy supposed to convince the most perfect woman he’s ever met that he’s not as much of an idiot in real life as he appears to be on camera?
With all of the show’s side effects taking root like parasites, it’s going to take a lot to persuade Melody Marco to be anything more than my new nurse.
But I can’t get her out of my head.
I want her.
Good thing I’ve never been one to back away from a challenge…
Get ready, Melody.
The doctor is in.
*This book previously released in 2004. Updataed for content and modernized
When the family dog trots in with my diaphragm in its mouth—in front of my date, his parents, and his adorable little girl—you would think I’d hit rock bottom.
Let’s back this up a sec…
Brendan Daniels is the sexiest man alive. The captain of the Badger’s NHL team is also clever, kind, funny, and was my good friend…until we cruised out of the friend zone one weekend with a red-hot fling. Come Monday morning, I wanted to keep riding the Big O train to happy town, but Brendan wanted someone who was “stepmom” material.
A.K.A, not me, apparently.
The problem? I’m crazy in love with him and his daughter. So when he asks me to be his pretend girlfriend for a long weekend with his former in-laws, I say yes. We’re still friends, after all, and friends don’t let friends fake it alone.
Laura Collins is the last woman I should be thinking about taking in the back seat of my car, in the woods behind my in-laws’ house, or in a hotel room where we’re sharing one very small, very squeaky bed.
I need a steady, stable influence for my daughter, not a fling with this too wild, too young, too impulsive red head. So what if she’s beautiful and intense and passionate and has the biggest heart I’ve ever known?
I don’t want to fall in love. I really don’t. The whole “pretend girlfriend” thing was supposed to solve my problems, buy me a little more time.
But when it comes to Laura?
Hell, maybe I’m just not cut out for faking it.
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of TAPPING THE BILLIONAIRE comes a Billionaire Bad Boys Holiday Novella.
Question: What would you do if every holiday you ever spent with your family ended in disaster?
I’ll tell you: you’d cry.
I know, because each and every celebration with my family ends in chaos—and I’ve had more than my share of mental breakdowns because of it.
But I’m done with the tears, the insanity—I refuse to take it anymore.
This Christmas is going to be perfect.
I’ll put Thatch in a fluffing Santa Claus suit and have him tap dance to Jingle Bells, if I have to. I deserve Christmas smiles and that feel-good Christmas high I’ve been missing.
My name is Georgia Brooks, and by Christmas night, my husband, my kids, and my closest friends will be thinking only one fluffing thing…
She Sleighed It.
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• Scoring Her (#3.5)
Tapping the Billionaire: After one too many bad experiences, Georgia has sworn off dating—but life has other plans. While the prospect of love with her sexy, handsome, billionaire boss, Kline Brooks, pushes her boundaries to the limit, another suitor makes them stretch even further. What will she do with more than one love on the line?
Banking the Billionaire: With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can’t be tamed. But what happens when wild meets its match in Thatcher Kelly and the two go head to head in an all out prank war?
Scoring the Billionaire: Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren’s web. As owner of the professional football team the New York Mavericks and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is. Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing Team Physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye. Will he be able to stop himself from wanting her?
The word ‘serious’ isn’t in Dr. Shepard’s vocabulary—at least not when it comes to relationships. He has all of the serious and drama he needs on the floor of the Emergency Department at St. Luke’s Hospital.
But when feisty, first-class flirt Harlow Paige comes into his ER, he might contract something he’s never encountered.
Look out, Scott…
Love is contagious.
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Question: What would you do if you lost your best friend’s horse?
Relax. This is purely hypothetical.
But, seriously, what would you do?
It’s an easy Sunday at home while your wife’s at work, and you look away for two minutes to make lunch for a couple of demanding toddlers. Somehow, by magical mist or advanced parkour, the monster is gone.
Okay, fine. It’s not hypothetical.
The guy off of work is me, Thatcher Kelly, and the horse I lost is actually Kline’s ginormous dog.
But I still have his kids and demon cat, along with my own child and pig. I’m practically batting .667 at this point, and that’s a pretty good average. Right?
Or one short jump from the devil’s number.