BLURB:
Dr. Erotic.
That’s what they’ve decided to call me, Scott Shepard, the head of St. Luke’s Hospital Emergency Department.
Just thinking about it makes me smile.
As the new face of the reality docuseries, The Doctor Is In, I plan to take his power and recognition right to the streets of New York City and into the pants of willing women.
Well, that was my plan.
Until her—feisty, beautiful, and addictively sexy Harlow Paige.
A gossip columnist that just loves writing about yours truly, she’s everything I thought I never wanted and then some.
She drives me crazy.
Problem is, she doesn’t want to be anything when it comes to me—not friends, not lovers, not even adversaries.
God, I love a good challenge.
Get ready, Harlow. Love is contagious.
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Review by: Gina
I think this has to be my favorite Max Monroe book to date!!! There were so many laughs throughout this entire book! I loved the playful back and forth between Scott and Harlow! I am a sucker for good banter in a book and this book was spot on.
The five star tipping point for me was the dramatic twist at the end! It wasn't something I was expecting. It gave the book the extra push from great to fantastic. I needed to know what was going to happen, who was behind it and I couldn't stop until I knew.
Overall, this book had everything...the laughs, the hotness, but also a little mystery! It all came together perfectly. The writing was excellent. Exactly what I expect from Max Monroe. It was a great book and I highly recommend it to everyone, along with all their other books! I don't think you will be disappointed!
5 Stars
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Dr. ER Playlist: https://goo.gl/s9mZi
Tiny Tease:
“Was he the man who was riding when you got injured, Low?” he questioned, and I internally groaned at his ironic choice in words.
The man who was riding? Good Lord, that sounded terrible. And a little too close to the actual scenario…
“No, sir,” Scott answered, and if the strain in his throat was any indication, he was one breath away from losing himself to laughter. “I was, in fact, not doing the riding when your daughter got injured.”
My father looked at me. “If he wasn’t the one riding, then how do you two know each other?”
Fucking fiddlesticks, I needed everyone to stop saying riding before I fainted from discomfort.
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