Dr. ER Review

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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.

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.


4.5☆

Dr. ER was so much fun! It packs the humor I love from Max Monroe. Scott and Harlow have a fun start to their relationship and fun banter and chemistry. Their parent added a lot of great humor too! I enjoyed the little extra drama going on with this story. Some of the drama at the end was really interesting and I liked that added part. I really loved their story and continue to love Max Monroe!

*I received an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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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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