Jan
Meredith
PLAYING
DOCTOR/Entangled Flaunt
Blurb:
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?
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 is going to take more
than medical school has prepared him for.
Excerpt:
“Talk to
me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Gabe pulled into the hotel parking lot and cut
the engine. Hooking his wrist over the steering wheel, he turned and looked at
her. “I’m not ready to end this, and
I think…hope we’re on the same track.
If not, then I apologize, but I think you should invite me up so we see where
this goes.”
She was surprised and so very relieved to hear
his words echo her own thoughts. There was no second-guessing what he was
suggesting, no point in pretending otherwise. The anticipation sent a shimmer
of excitement through her. Adrenaline raced through her veins at what she was
about to say, what she was about to do.
“Yes, I’d like that,” she murmured, her voice a
little shaky. When Gabe heaved out a sigh of relief and reached for her, she
held up her hand. “But I have a stipulation.”
The expression on his face would have been
comical if the situation wasn’t so emotionally charged, and Beth almost smiled.
She’d bet her new stethoscope he was expecting her to say, no sex. Well, he couldn’t be further off the track. She wanted
everything he could give her…and more.
“I have no room for romance or a relationship
in my life, nor do I want it. I want no complications, and you can expect the
same from me. This is for one night only,” she said.
Gabe
nodded. The relief on his face told her they were of the same mindset where
emotional involvement was concerned. Good.
“You should know that I’m free of any sexually
transmitted disease. I was tested after my husband died.” She continued when he
nodded again. “What we’re considering is sex, pure and simple, between two
consenting adults, nothing more. Are we agreed?”
“No.”
For a moment, Beth wasn’t sure she’d heard him
correctly. “No?”
“No. I have a couple of stipulations of my
own.”
Well, she certainly hadn’t expected this. Beth shifted
in her seat. Wary and more than a little apprehensive, she said, “Please, go
on.”
“First off, you should also know that I’ve
never had an STD in my life. Secondly, I agree with the no romance, no
relationship, no complications part and that we’re considering
consensual—emphasis on the sensual—sex,”
he corrected.
Gabe leaned across the seat, drove his fingers
in her hair, took her mouth and her breath along with it. It was quick and
thorough, a little rough with urgency. “Now, my stipulations.” He looked at her, his eyes grave. “You set the
comfort level in everything we do. I want you to know you’re safe with me. I’ve
been hard for you since the moment I first saw you. I want you easy and slow,
hard and fast.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, the rough pad of his thumb
skimmed over her bottom lip, and what he said next took her breath away. “I
want to feel you come around my cock and against my mouth, and more than anything,
I want to feel you swallow me deeper than I’ve ever been swallowed before. I want you on your back, straddling my
hips, and on your hands and knees. It can be sweet and innocent or I can flat
out fuck you until you can’t walk if that’s the way you want it, but there will
be nothing pure or simple about it. Are
we agreed?”
Heat rippled over her sex. Her nipples
tightened until even the soft satin of her bra felt abrasive. She couldn’t form
a response, could only nod as she stared into his heavy-lidded, lust-filled
eyes. His words were dark and erotic, his voice deep and rich with promise, and
she wanted it all. She’d never been so turned on in her life.
“Are we
agreed?” he repeated.
“Yes, we’re agreed.”
Bio:
Jan Meredith has been a romance junkie since her teens. When she isn't penning steamy stories about strong-willed, independent women and the sexy men who love them, she works as an Infusion Therapy nurse. She lives near Mammoth Cave, KY with her husband (and former high school sweet heart) Tommy.
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