Better Than Me, the second standalone in the Remington Medical series, is on sale (internationally, too) for only 99 cents until July 12th.
A steamy medical contemporary romance from USA Today best-selling author Kimberly Kincaid. Watch this cocky hero fall head over scalpel for his sweet and sexy BFF. Full-length standalone story with action in the emergency room and the bedroom, and a sweet-and-sexy happily ever after.
Remington’s most notoriously single, notoriously sexy surgeon is about to fall for the one woman he can’t have…
Did I mention that she’s
A) his best friend
B) immune to his panty-melting charm, and
C) sleeping on his couch for the next six weeks?
But Jonah’s not made for commitment, and a good man is the one thing Natalie deserves.
Not someone who can only offer up a couple of sizzling hot, no-strings-attached nights of pure pleasure.
Unless that’s what she wants.
Because Jonah wants her. And with each moment they spend working together—
living together— the harder it is to resist temptation.
And even harder to resist the fall that might break them both…
Natalie stood outside of Jonah’s bedroom with a basket full of toiletries in one hand and her chest full of indecision. She’d waited as long as possible to get to this moment, but she had to be at the hospital early for rounds, and with back-to-back surgeries scheduled after that, she needed to be in the shower like five minutes ago.
The same shower that stood on the other side of Jonah’s bedroom door, and was the only one of its kind in his entire apartment. Which meant she was going to have to go into his bedroom and wake him up if she wanted to access the spray and suds.
And to think she’d assumed living with her supernova-hot best friend would be a piece of cake.
Squaring her shoulders, Natalie shook her head. This was stupid. Of course she didn’t want to wake Jonah up, but she didn’t have a choice. She needed to shower so she could go to work and save lives. Raising her non-toiletries-holding hand, she knocked softly on the door.
“Jonah? It’s me. Natalie.” Suave stats: negative ten. Who else would be knocking on his door at six in the morning? “I’m sorry to wake you, but I need to take a shower.”
A low, masculine murmur of acknowledgment sounded off from the other side of his door. It wasn’t quite verbal, but it also wasn’t a screaming “don’t come in!”, and Natalie couldn’t be choosy. She cracked the door open, using the light from the hallway to tiptoe over the threshold without breaking her neck.
Jonah’s bedroom was basically tidy, with the exception of the king-sized bed smack dab in the middle of it that was obviously unmade and rumpled because it was still occupied. He lay on his back on the side of the bed closer to the spot where she stood, one arm thrown over his head, his chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. He must’ve replied in his sleep, Natalie realized, but that wasn’t the thing causing her heart rate to spike and her stomach to twist behind the sash of her bathrobe.
In the throes of sleep, Jonah had shoved the covers off his shoulders and all the way down to his waist, and he was beautifully, gloriously, completely shirtless.
Oh, God, what if he slept naked?
Dear God, please let him sleep naked.
USA Today Best Seller of bold, sexy romance
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