Friday, 30 June 2017



Dr. ER Playlist: https://goo.gl/s9mZiQ

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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Disclaimer:

All activities for the day have been canceled to allow time for you to read Scott and Harlow's tale of romance by way of contagion. 

Disclaimer to the Disclaimer: All activities have not actually been canceled. We don't have that kind of power. Please remember to feed your children.


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This book was just fab...

What you see is what you get from this writing duo, a fun flirty read with plenty of sass from the heroine and plenty of sexy times.

Max Monroe is an author that I'd go to for good all round read with funny relatable characters and Scott and Harlow delivered in spades.

I love medical romance and even though that side wasn't really present but there is something about a hot doctor that gets me.

All in all this book will not disappoint as it fulfils everything you want in a light read.


Tour Giveaway LINK: https://goo.gl/Y8pSXV


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.