Title: Love M.D.
Author: Rebecca Rohman
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance with Elements of Suspense
Release Date: Tuesday, February 24, 2015
★ LOVE M.D. SYNOPSIS
As an accomplished interior designer in San Francisco’s Bay Area, Zoe Jenkins is used to transforming empty spaces into masterpieces. She leaves little square footage in her personal life for anything outside of her thriving business and a renewed relationship with her twin brother. After a decade spent ripped apart by circumstance and an entire ocean’s distance she depends on no one but him. Until a sexy surgeon walks into her life. Although Zoe can’t deny her attraction to the charming and benevolent Morgan Drake, he’s on her mental list of everything she should avoid. Past experience taught Zoe that dating clients compromises business. Add a not-yet-dissolved marriage to the mix and Doctor Hottie is definitely Doctor Off-limits. Dr. Morgan Drake is surprised at the undeniable chemistry he feels when he’s in the same room as Zoe. The strikingly beautiful and introverted designer he hired to fill his new-start, new-city home makes it abundantly clear there will never be anything between them. But twelve years of medical school breeds persistence. He sets out to pursue the pants off Zoe Jenkins and show her what her empty spaces are missing. But intense passion and amazing sex have a way of masking secrets—secrets that unravel a dangerous web of drugs, fraud and corruption that turn Zoe’s empty, quiet spaces into a world where nothing is as it seems. With her life on the line, the good doctor responsible for her fiercest betrayal might just be the only one worthy of her finest interior masterpiece—this time, of her heart.
★ EXCERPT Belvedere.
The name of my next stop reminds me of my life growing up in France. Seeing the small island in the distance as I drive along Tiburon Boulevard, my mind drifts back to my time in the small village just outside the Côte d’Azur named Belvédère.
Belvedere, San Francisco, however, is a very affluent community on a little island outside of San Francisco. I’ve had clients in the area in the past, but not recently. I navigate through the narrow street then pull up to the stately open gates. As I drive down the steep, zigzag driveway, it almost feels like I’m driving down Lombard Street in San Francisco.
Soon, the elegant contemporary with well-manicured grounds shows her beautiful face. With an attractive stone front and cubed windows that touch the gables, I know the inside of this house will be flooded with light. Through the trees at the bottom of the hill, San Francisco Bay shimmers.
Glancing at my watch, I notice I’m a few minutes early. I take a second to make sure my satchel and portfolio are in order and touch up my make-up.
I knock on the door and tap my boot lightly on the beige and grey slate porch. I’m ready to get this consultation over and done with. I love my job, but after driving to San José today plus meeting three other clients, I need a bed.
I ring the doorbell. When I get no response, I ring a second and third time. I know someone must be home because faint sounds of ’OneRepublics Counting Stars filter around the glass entry doors. A black motorcycle and a black Tesla are parked in the attached garage. In a detached garage at the end of the driveway is a black Land Rover. Rows of vibrant rainbow-colored paper line the walls, a total contradiction for a lover of all things black.
Just as I’m about to pull my cell from my pocket to search for the number Jada gave me, I hear a distant, “Just a minute,” from inside.
A younger man, probably a year or two older than me, opens the door. He’s practically naked-dripping wet with a buff and rugged body, black hair and hazel eyes. Despite my five-inch heels, he hovers at least six inches above me. Wearing only swimming trunks, he’s hot as hell. My first thought is Zach telling me “your fingers can’t do the job forever.” Perhaps he can. I find myself distracted by the specimen that stands before me, and for a second, I forget why I’m here.
“Yes. May I help you?”
His deep voice snaps me back to reality. “Oh, yes. I’m here to see Doctor Drake, please.”
“Yes, what can I do for you?”
Surprised, I ask, “You’re Doctor Morgan Drake?”
“That would be me.” A dimple appears on his left cheek.
I feel a bit warm inside. Oh làlà.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I was expecting someone much older. I’m Zoë,” I say, outstretching my hand to shake his.
He hesitates, “Zoë?”
“Yes, Zoë Jenkins… your eight o’clock. Jada Kole set this up.”
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” he says, raking his fingers through his wet hair. “I thought you’d be here at eight in the morning.”
“She must have misunderstood. I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can come back then,” I say, about to turn away.
Quickly, he takes my hand then brings his other hand in to sandwich mine. “No, Zoë.”
His hold is firm yet tender, and despite the dampness that surrounds my hand, an unusual warmth accompanies his grasp. Our eyes meet, and for an instant, we stare at each other in silence. At the same moment, we pull away. The connection between us perplexes me, and a few butterflies flutter inside me.
“You’re here. Please come in.” He steps aside and gestures me in, directing me around the droplets of water that circle his feet.
“Are you sure? It’s not a problem for me to return in the morning.”
“I’m sure. If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’ll go throw some clothes on. Then we can talk.”
Pas à cause de moi, je l’espère... [Not on account of me, I hope…]
“Please… make yourself as comfortable as possible,” he says before heading up the glass staircase.
As he walks away, I take a moment to admire the delightful creature that climbs the stairs-his firm ass, well defined back, and from that tan, I guess he spends a lot of time in that pool I see in the distance. Every contour starting from the top of his broad shoulders to his well-toned calves clinches as he climbs the stairs, and I feel the heat rise in my body.
Très, très, très, sexy…
★ LOVE M.D. SOUNDTRACK
- OneRepublic, Counting Stars
- Lenny Kravitz, Fly Away
- Au Clair de la Lune
- Sarah McLachlan, Angel
- Chris Isaacs, Wicked Game
- Claude Debussys, Clair de Lune
- Jason Mraz, I Won't Give Up
- Ella Fitzgerald, What are you doing this New Year's Eve
- Regina Spektor, My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year)
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