When a fellow RN jokingly predicts that Beth Roberts will meet a tall, ripped and totally lick-o-licious stranger who will fulfill her deepest desires, it’s supposed to be from across a crowded room, not giving CPR to a wedding guest. Given her tragic love life, Beth has no desire to become involved again, but who could have predicted the ponytailed doctor with the mischievous smile would break through her defenses?Soooo. One of my favoritest reads got a makeover! Playing Doctor is a novella and one of the very few books that can claim "Pick of the Litter" status here on herding cats. Yup. Gabe and Beth totally snagged a 5 star from me. I couldn't stop smiling over this one.
Dr. Gabriel North blamed himself for his wife’s death. Now, after two years of battling guilt and meaningless hookups, he’s ready to move on. When he sees the sexy brunette at his friend’s wedding, his attraction is swift and strong, and he wastes no time in pressing his advantage. One night with the woman who makes him feel alive again isn’t enough, but gaining her trust as a man was going to take more than medical school had prepared him for.
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Anyways. Jan's an awesome one and her book just got moved over to the Brazen line at Entangled which means... a new sexy as hell cover! Gah I love the Brazen line. They're always just gorgeous.
So today...I'm gonna give away 2 kindle e-copies of Playing Doctor. Woot! Check out the rest of the post and if you're wanting to check out the review go here.
Gabe blew out a breath and gave the muscle car one last covetous look. Man, he'd love to get behind all that power just once. As if reading his mind, Beth grinned, held out her hand and offered him a set of keys with a small tag on the ring that read, My foot and your ass need to meet. Her brow quirked. "Would you like to drive mine?"
"Oh yeah." They exchanged keys.
"I'm betting you know how to handle a stick."
"I've never had any complaints." He tossed the keys in his hand. The pink stain on her cheeks acknowledged the sexual innuendo. The flash of heat in her eyes said she was interested. Yeah, things were looking up.
"He likes a soft foot on the clutch and a heavy one on the gas." Her voice was a little breathy, an octave lower than usual. He might not make it through the drink.
"I'll be gentle."
She smoothed her hand over the fender, but her eyes remained steady on his. "Don't be, he likes it rough."
Oh, fuck yeah.
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