My Review – 5 Stars
Max Monroe created another fantastic romantic comedy and couple. They’re up there with Wes and Winnie in my top picks for this author duo. I loved everything about Harlow and Scott’s relationship as well as the dramatic conclusion. Thank you for not making it too angsty; I was needing a fun, sexy, light read.
Going into Scott’s story, I was expecting more of the same in terms of the DOCuseries. Dr. OB (book 1) was misrepresented on the reality show as a womanizer and inappropriate with his patients. However, Dr ER was put out there in a more positive light making New York his oyster.
I immediately got the sense that this was going to be a fun, sexy battle of wills. Scott and Harlow were very much alike. They both avoided commitment and were all about sexual gratification, but they went about it differently. Scott didn’t bother with conversation while Harlow actually made a point of going on dates with her partners. A girl needs standards. However, that all quickly changed when these two finally relinquished their way of thinking and gave in to each other.
I loved Harlow!!! This smart, sexy, gossip columnist brought Scott to his knees! Of course, he did the same to her. Always the eternal flirt, Scott wasn’t getting out of the bad press so easily once Harlow started typing. She definitely put him in his place and kept him from completely taking advantage of his newfound fame but not in the way either of them could have imagined. Their journey was sweet, heartfelt, and pure perfection.
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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“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.