Unchecked
Hello, my name is Stella, and I am addicted to terrible romantic decisions.
In fact, don’t come closer. I might be contagious. . .
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This book is as intelligent as it is sexy! Dr. Stella Magi is a fantastic leading character who is bold, honest, and claims her narrative.
-Amazon Reviewer Katie
A brain tumor isn’t the only reason people make horrible decisions. If anyone knew that, it would be Dr. Stella Magi.
Every morning, she looked in the mirror and said to herself, “Today is going to be a great day. No day but today. One day at a time. No moment but this one.”
Yeah, that was like four different affirmations at the same time. A solid combo of positive thinking, a dash of Rent, and several shots of Alcoholics Anonymous.
And today, she would need every bit of help.
Stella fluffed her dark brown hair in the mirror and put the final touches on her makeup. Her picture was going to be taken a million times, so she needed to look even better than her usual slightly messy surgeon self.
At least her hair was glorious. She couldn’t get rid of the puffiness under her cheeks and chin, but it didn’t make her any less of a dentist/ENT surgeon/all around kick-ass staying sober lady doctor.
Her cell phone sitting on the sink’s counter rang. There was only one person she expected to call.
“You aren’t chickening out, are you?” her next-door neighbor and second cousin by marriage, Dr. Elizabeth Kandal, asked.
“Me, chicken out? I don’t chicken out. I’m gonna haul my slutty self down the stairs and give them enough to talk about.” Stella wouldn’t hide anything. Hiding didn’t help; it only made things worse.
She would know. She’d completed a six-year combined MD-DDS program and a seven-year ENT residency while being a full-blown alcoholic. It took a fresh start at MetroGen Hospital and finding a circle of solid friends to keep her on the sober side.
Saying ‘straight and narrow’ would have been an exaggeration.
“This is going to be epic. Memorable. Everyone you know is coming, and I think they’re taking bets,” Eliza said sardonically. “Do you think gossip mixes best with champagne, Bloody Marys, or Moscato?”
“Spike the mystery punch with Everclear. Steal the Jungle Juice recipe from Throckies’ Halloween party,” Stella suggested the almost industrial grade barely legal alcohol. Never do anything in half measures.
“Will we have any gentleman callers?” Eliza asked carefully, trying to gauge Stella’s mood.
“Nope, not a one. Should keep the bet spread even,” Stella said, cutting to the chase. No reason not to take a scalpel to the problem.
She had perfect hands and great instincts in the OR. How could she have miscalculated so badly?
“Remember, you are the guest of honor, so don’t be late. Don’t show up hungover or shit-faced drunk either.”
“You’re very funny. See you soon.” Stella hung up the phone. She picked up her hair pick and re-brushed her locks for the third time.
There was no reason for her to bother. Whatever she did, it looked the same. With her precision skills, as far as Stella was concerned, there was no such thing as a bad hair day. If she used the right amount of focus, she could overcome anything.
Except alcoholism and terrible decision making.
Fortunately, den mother Eliza Kandal, her sister Kayla Varma, and their friend Angela Perkins had stood behind Stella as she took a hammer to everything around her. Elizabeth had a tendency to take in strays that accumulated at MetroGen hospital, whether it be wayward cousins by marriage, half-sisters, or random cardiologists-in-training. She was eternally trying to fix things, especially after her husband Scott had died.
Still, she was hard pressed to fix things for Stella.
Sometimes breaking things is in one’s nature.
Stella carefully spread a layer of eye shadow and used her perfectly steady hands to apply mascara. She hadn’t gone too loud, but no amount of makeup could cover the puffy face.
Things would be different soon enough.
If she had to do it all again, she’d probably do it exactly the same way.
Stella adjusted her dress and checked herself in the mirror one more time. Yep, still 40-weeks pregnant, and it was time for her baby shower.
Hello, my name is Stella, and I am addicted to terrible romantic decisions.
In fact, don’t come closer. I might be contagious. . .
Dr. Stella Magi has never been one for half measures. Despite drinking her way through residency, she’s sober now and a successful surgeon. Still, she has cravings for that high, and MetroGen is full of eligible bachelors who can meet her needs.
Juggling three guys is harder than she thought, and she’s gonna have to narrow it down soon. Should she pick Marcus Doyle, the playboy of the ER, Alex Casserty, the sensitive and cerebral neurosurgeon, or Joel Glazier, her super macho friend with benefits?
Or she could just choose herself – right before all hell breaks lose.
WARNING – this book ends on a stunning cliffhanger and violates every romance rule you know. If this isn’t not for you, keep scrolling. However, everyone else, I promise red-hot M/F sex as Dr. Stella tries out every flavor in the sexy doctor ice cream store.
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.