About the Book:
Pretending to date this doctor is a prescription for trouble…
Hot, Southampton doctor, Carson Reynolds isn’t the kind of man Gemma Carr should be playing with. But his offer of a fake engagement comes with sexy, late night house calls, and despite her bad girl reputation, it’s been far too long since she’s taken two and called anyone in the morning.
When Carson sees Gemma at a charity event, he knows he has to have her. It’s been ten years since he’s had her in his arms, but that hasn’t lessened his intense need for her. To save her reputation and get his parents off his back, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
It’s the perfect set-up–until this fake engagement starts to feel a little too real…
Those who love fake engagement stories with serious hot scenes, Engaging the Bachelor is your kind of read. Yes, Carson and Gemma are super hot together, and they have a past together. Yes, it's a little predictable with trying to get his parents off his back, and they eventually fall in love. However, you can't say no to a doctor when he gives a "prescription for against-the-wall, in-the-shower, and bent-over-the-coffee-table sex sounded just about right." Can't go wrong with that.
Like I said Carson and Gemma are super hot together, and they both were super sweet. Carson is such a caring person and I wouldn't mind him if he was my doctor. I adore Gemma; she was adorable. She's super sweet. They definitely hit a sweet spot on couple front.
Overall, I enjoyed Engaging the Bachelor. You will definitely need fan time or cold shower. However, it does end on a sweet. Fairly quick read that will leave you satisfy.
Copy provided by Entangled via NetGalley
Carson scrubbed his hand over his face, his gaze locked on Gemma as she worked the room. Teeth flashing in a brilliant smile, she peered into the dark corner, her confident steps slowing, more cautious as she approached. Another few steps brought her closer, into his personal space, and then all of a sudden her feet came to a resounding halt. When their gazed clashed, her eyes went wide, like she’d seen a ghost.
He supposed she had.
She searched for the nearest chair to support herself, but her hand faltered and pushed it out of reach. As the metal legs scraped over the wood floor, Gemma sucked in a quick breath, and faltered backward, her too high heels failing her trembling legs this time. Before she toppled, Carson moved swiftly. He pushed from his chair, took three measured steps, and gathered her into his arms.
The instant he touched her, sexual energy arced between them. Forget the emergency back-up system at the hospital. With the barest of touches they could generate enough electricity to light up an entire New York block in a black out—for a solid week. He dipped his head, his mouth inches from hers. Her enticing floral scent seeped under his skin and took him back to the day he’d had her beneath him. Jesus. He drew on every ounce of strength he possessed to stop himself from reacquainting his lips with hers, to lose himself in the sweetness of her mouth—between her legs.
He brushed his knuckles over her warm cheek, a soft caress that brought heat to her dark, honey flecked eyes. “Hi Gemma,” he whispered, pitching his voice low, for her ears only.
For one shocked moment she just stood there, then she drew in a quick, shaky breath. “Sailor boy?” Those soft, barely there words fluttered past trembling lips and washed over his face, filling him with a need he hadn’t experienced in a long time. As her voice vibrated through him, his pulse skyrocketed, his cock throbbing against his zipper. It clamored to get out, to feel her soft palms wrapped around it. Christ, he couldn’t stop thinking about the ways she’d explored him that night, her hands curious, her touch urgent, needy, looking for so much from him. His blood flowed thick and heavy and he clenched down on his teeth, fighting to keep himself in check. Thank fuck he wasn’t wearing scrubs. He didn’t need everyone in the bar knowing he was sporting the hard on of the century.
“Yeah, it’s me, but the name is Carson.” She stared at him wide eyed, her chest rising and falling in an erratic pattern. “Say it,” he whispered in a soft voice. She shook her head, like she was trying to wrap her brain around this turn of events. He touched her chin lightly, softly brushing his thumb over her cheek, waiting, as she grounded herself in the moment. “Say it, Gemma,” he repeated.
A long pause and then she murmured, “Carson.” Her voice was soft, sultry, sensuously low and caressed his cock in the most mind fucking ways.
“The next time you’re in my bed, that’s the name you’re going to use.”
She stiffened, but he held her tighter, not daring to let her out of his hold this time. No, this time he was damn well determined to find out who she was and why she’d given her virginity to a boy she’d didn’t even know—and never intended to see again.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA today bestselling author, Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
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