Disciplined
Should have checked an ID before you got your V-card punched. That was your brother’s best friend!
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Trying to act casually, Clarissa grabbed an empty stool at the bar.
The bartender extended a hand. “ID?”
“Here you go.” She gave him her driver’s license, watched him compare the birthdate and her picture, and, as was typical, adjust it in the light a few times to confirm it wasn’t fake.
Eventually he handed it back to her. “What will it be?”
Crud, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. Actually ordering a drink at a bar was something she’d done on this side of never. Her college had been primarily dry, and cheap wine and shots had been her main experience through her penniless med school days.
She searched her mind for the name of a drink that wasn’t too girly. A drink she’d heard her brother mention in the past. “An old-fashioned.”
The bartender shot her an amused glance and said, “All right.”
Not a minute later, he set a short glass in front of her containing light brown liquid, ice, a cherry, and an orange peel.
She tried not to wrinkle her nose. A cool, experienced woman wouldn’t be weirded out.
Not fooled, the bartender said, “You should sip that. It’s not a shot.”
“Thanks.”
As suggested, she sipped the concoction and suppressed her distaste. People ordered this …brew on purpose. It was akin to drinking smoke mixed with hand sanitizer.
A second taste did nothing to change her opinion.
“You might feel better if you order a pina colada. Want one?”
“She can drink an old-fashioned if she wants.” A different, rougher voice said.
The old guy startled because HE stepped up to the bar.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
This guy.
Not a guy.
This was a man.
If she’d had to pick a stock photo simply reading ‘MAN,’ this would be it.
Whoever and whatever she’d encountered at the mixer didn’t compare. He carried his colossal frame with an extreme amount of certainty.
See this space. It’s mine. I own it, and I’m not sorry. I am the dominant element.
All the qualities in a guy she’d quietly lusted over her entire sweet virginal life were standing next to her.
Clarissa picked her jaw up off the floor, almost choked on the next painful sip of her drink. The hot guy was talking to her.
On PURPOSE.
The temptation to fan her heated face was intense. She squeezed her legs together because other parts of her body were equally interested.
“Hi.”
“Hello.” He rested his hands on the table, displaying a heavy gold ring with a blue stone.
Right hand. Nothing on his left.
“Would you like a different drink?” he asked.
“No!” Clarissa tried to deny.
“If you don’t like it, don’t drink it.”
“I don’t know. My brother always said you shouldn’t let good liquor go to waste.” She weighed the glass in her hand, trying to guess how many more sips she’d have to endure.
Would it be more embarrassing to admit she hated it or choke on it in front of him. He’d probably disappear faster than the guys at the mixer had.
“Hand it over.”
Before she had time to come up with an objection, she found herself passing it to him.
“Much better. A cosmo for this lady feeling fancy free.” He waved at the bartender as he took a sip of her former drink without wincing.
The cosmo appeared with lightning speed, but Clarissa was fixated on how he’d swallowed and the tiny amount of stubble around his mouth. “I can’t believe you did that?”
“Did what?”
“Drank my drink. It’s practically kissing me.” The words practically tumbled out of her mouth, so she clenched her lips together to stop the flood.
He laughed, a full throated sound, which didn’t offend her for some reason. It wasn’t that he was laughing at her, more finding her statement too funny. “Trust me, it’s not.”
“You just drank a whole mouthful of my germs.” She grabbed the cosmo and drank it without pause.
“I don’t care.” He seemed to be watching her lips very closely.
She instinctively licked them, hoping she’d have noticed earlier in the mirror if her lipstick ended up on her teeth. “You don’t?”
“No. I can pretend the whiskey sterilized it. Besides, didn’t the cosmo taste better?” Light flickered off his tie tack, the perfect amount of contrast on his otherwise conservative suit.
“Much better.”
Were they talking about the taste of the drinks, or was it more? Her experience with sexual innuendo was minimal beyond what she’d read about.
He took a long draw from their shared drink. “Would you like another? Or perhaps a glass of wine in my room.”
“In your room?” Clarissa forced the words out. Her heart started doing a strange, crazy thump. He invited her to his room. She doubted he was interested in her scintillating conversation.
An invitation meant – kissing, touching…sex.
He must have sensed her hesitation.
“If you want.”
Clarissa took a slow deep breath and gave him an equally slow head-to-toe exam. He didn’t appear to mind her assessment in the slightness.
Usually, she’d have turned this down without a second thought. Good girls don’t pick up strangers in bars. Good girls dated the right guys and delayed their gratification forever and ever and ever.
Dr. Clarissa Morgan, pediatrician, had been good her entire life. What was wrong with being someone else this one time?
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You should have checked an ID first because the guy who punched your V-card was your brother’s best friend.
Eternally friend-zoned, good girl pediatrician Clarissa Morgan was striking out left and right at the annual hospital resident and fellow mixer. In an act of desperation brought on by a few drinks and a bizarre collision with a fake tree, she found herself escaping to the hotel bar. There, she met HIM – a man who was as hot as he was mysterious, a tantalizing excuse to explore her deepest and darkest fantasies.
Just when it seemed that he could be the perfect distraction from the demands of her grueling residency, she made a shocking discovery: he was none other than Roan, her Navy SEAL brother’s best friend.
Captain Jules ‘Roan’ Marin expected his new job as Chief of Anesthesia at MetroGen to leave no time for play. Especially not the kind he prefers in the bedroom. However, he met the perfect woman who meets his needs and then some, only for her to disappear without after one night. Resigned, he puts his nose back to the grindstone, unaware his mystery woman is closer than he ever imagined.
Their worlds are about to collide, and passion like theirs can’t be denied…
Warning: MetroGen Heat books are medical romantic suspense full of steam and sexual and self discovery for the female MC’s. If you don’t like spicy role-playing with a Daddy and his little Girl vibe, this book isn’t for you. Everyone else – make sure the batteries are charged in your favorite toy because you’ll be left NEEDING more by the end of this book – and it will have a sequel.
If you’re a steamy medical romance fan, you have got to try the MetroGen books by Carina Alyce. Not only is she a real doctor, people have compared her books to Brittany Sahin, Nicole Snow, K.C. Crowne, Lucy Score, Kaye Kennedy, Janie Crouch, and J. Saman. Think Grey’s Anatomy, Chicago Fire, and Outlander all written by a real doctor.
Her books regularly feature tropes of protector romance, romantic suspense, action adventure romance, BWWM, military romance, erotic romance, curvy girls, alpha male heroes, doctor romance, firefighter romance, police romance, and many many more.