Review & Blog Tour – Dr. OB by Max Monroe


My Review – 5 Stars

Yet another fabulous read by this dynamic duo. While keeping with their signature humor throughout, I found myself appreciating the start of this series more than the last one. The characters seemed to have more depth and seriousness. It was less RomCom and more romance with a bit of humor.

The docuseries concept was genius. Putting Will through the wringer was funny and frustrating. I laughed at his misfortune and was mortified on his behalf. Like he said, every woman either wanted to hit him or hit on him. It was a sad reality; I wanted to cry for him. How would he ever get back to his life and career after what that show did to him? I think that’s why I fell in love with him and Mel both individually and together. They both handled the fall-out with class and humor. And Mel was able to see past what was in the documentary unlike people who knew and worked with him every day. Then there was Will’s and Mel’s family and friends. Their parents were entirely too inappropriate in terms of how open they were about their sexuality. It was completely entertaining and cringe-worthy.

I loved Will and Mel together both professionally and personally. They had an ease around each other that made for the perfect blend of friendship, colleagues, and lovers. Witty banter and sexual innuendo peppered every aspect of their relationship. It was fun to see how they would react to and handle each situation. And I was excited to see how long it took them to act on their attraction and how explosive it would be when they finally gave in. I enjoyed reading about Will’s and Melody’s interactions with patients and office staff as well. An aspect of the story that really drew me in was Melody’s need to help women have a healthy pregnancy and baby. This is a passion of mine as well and something that I work towards every day in my career. It was wonderful to see that others have that same passion.


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It’s just a docuseries about your career as an OB/GYN, they said.
It won’t interrupt your life during or after filming, they said.
It is a great opportunity for the hospital and your practice, they said.

Well, they—the television executives who seem intent on ruining my career and personal life with a fair number of creative liberties—lied.

Now I’m stuck dealing with the consequences of believing them.

Instead of being known as Dr. Will Cummings, Head of Obstetrics and Gynecology at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m now being called Dr. Obscene.   

What devotion I’d hoped to earn in respect, I’ve instead received in patients flashing me seductive smiles and flirtatious winks during their exams.

How’s a guy supposed to convince the most perfect woman he’s ever met that he’s not as much of an idiot in real life as he appears to be on camera?

With all of the show’s side effects taking root like parasites, it’s going to take a lot to persuade Melody Marco to be anything more than my new nurse.

But I can’t get her out of my head.

I want her.

Good thing I’ve never been one to back away from a challenge…       

Get ready, Melody.

The doctor is in.

Dr. OB Playlist:

Pretty woman in sexy lingerie lying on the bed
Tiny Tease:

“Oh, come on. If I were really trying to torture you, I wouldn’t have protected you from the fact that Savannah has been in there trying to convince Georgie that, and I quote, it’d be the most natural thing in the world for you to be her obstetrician.”

      Internally, I cringed. Externally, I cringed. In fact, it felt like Kline had just jabbed me in the back of the throat with his finger, and my gag reflex was doing nothing more than reacting accordingly—hacking cough, choking sensation, slight nausea.

      I loved my career as a physician in obstetrics, but I’d sign up to flip burgers at the nearest fast-food joint if it meant avoiding doing vaginal exams on my sister. The mere thought was worse than that disgusting horror flick called The Human Centipede.

Seriously, if you’ve never seen that movie, don’t fucking see that movie.

      That flick is more traumatic than the blue waffle and that “Two Girls One Cup” site combined.

Jesus. Don’t Google those either.


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