Dr. NEURO(otic)
(St. Luke’s Docuseries, #3)

by Max Monroe

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Blurb

I’m Dr. Nick Raines.
Brain surgeon and notorious over-thinker, I take the analytical approach with everything, until I can determine the best, carefully calculated plan of action. It’s no shock the producers of the popular reality series The Doctor Is In have decided to call me Dr. Neurotic.

Besides my more than full-time job as Chief of Neurosurgery at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m a single dad and my number one priority is my daughter.

But life had plans to add another priority to my list.
Charlotte Hollis. Outspoken, impulsive, and beautiful, she’s everything I didn’t know I was craving.

She makes me wonder What if?

What if I don’t have to be alone for the rest of my life to give my little girl the father she deserves?

It’s a battle—my battle: Head vs. Heart.

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Excerpt

Copyright @ Max Monroe 2017

I threw myself onto the sofa and covered my face with a pillow, “This sucks!” I shouted beneath the soft material, my voice muffled.

Nick chuckled and removed the pillow from my hands. He picked me up with ease and set me into his lap. “How about we forget about the house debacle for a little bit and find a way to relax and just hang out here tonight? Order takeout. Watch a movie. Have sex.” 

Surely, my eyes lit up on that last part. “Keep going…”

He smirked. “We can even eat dessert in bed.”

“Hmm.” I tapped my chin with my index finger. “What’s for dessert?”

He waggled his brows. “I know what I’m having. You need to decide on yours.”

Oh my…

“And what are you having?”

He pressed a slow, delicious kiss to my lips, and I melted into his embrace. He moved those lips of his to my jaw, then my neck, until his fingers cleared a path to my ear by slowly brushing my hair over my shoulder. “We can eat at the same time,” he whispered. “You enjoying whatever dessert you’re in the mood for and me savoring my favorite spot in the whole world.”

I shivered at his words. 

“Sound good?” he asked and leaned back to meet my eyes.

I shrugged. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“Are you talking about my pussy?” I questioned, and he laughed outright at my blatancy. “Because if it’s anything but my pussy, I’m not digging that plan.”

“I’m definitely talking about that perfect cunt of yours.”

I giggled and waggled my brows. “Count. Me. Motherfucking. In.”

 

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St. Luke’s Docuseries