Monday, July 3, 2017

Blog Tour: Dr. ERotic by Max Monroe

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.
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The easiest thing about a Max Monroe book is knowing there is a guarantee of lots of laughs, lots of love, and all the swoony sexiness each couple brings. The second book in the St. Luke's Docuseries, Dr. ER, brings all of that and then some. I loved Scott and Harlow. Their witty banter and fiery  chemistry made it incredibly easy to love them. You will definitely be hooked right from the start.
“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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