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Dentist Junior Atkinson left her tiny home town to see if she would fit in better in the big city.
She definitely didn’t.
Now she’s back, living in the house she grew up in, friendly with every citizen of the two-stoplight town. Things couldn’t be more wonderful. Well, maybe if her patients paid her regularly.
If there was an eligible man in a fifty-mile radius.
If she hadn’t just been told that a medical condition meant she had only a few more fertile months despite her tender age of twenty-eight.
Junior barely has time to digest this news when she finds hunky travel book author Griff Ross in her chair with a hell of a toothache.
196 pages
Spicy
Excerpt:
Wait. A virgin. He remembered that. A dying virgin! Months ... she had only months left. And Rosie had been trying to help her. Griff knit his eyebrows together in concentration ... to help her figure out how to get laid.
That couldn't be right, could it? In his semi-stupor Griff felt his eyes misting at the thought. Junior had seemed so brave, her voice not even breaking as she discussed her plight with her aunt. Such a young woman, such a beautiful woman.
It didn't make sense. How had a woman like that, a woman whose fingers had a silken touch, whose lips invited further speculation; how had she managed to stay, you know....
But--
Griff's eyebrows shot up even as he lolled in his semi-aware state. Could he be remembering right? But yes, Rosie had as much as said so. None of the guys in town would do it with her. Incredible! Either he'd read the redneck male psyche completely wrong, or there was something truly awful, completely repugnant about the strange yet alluring Doctor Atkinson.
Hell, in his state, she could have had a third eye in the middle of her forehead and he wouldn't have known the difference. Pain did funny things to you. He'd been riveted by the scary-looking tray of sharp objects before Junior had administered the anesthetic, barely able to tear his eyes away from the lethal-looking tools.
On the other hand, he had a vivid recollection of glossy red curls gathered into a haphazard ponytail. Crazy-colored silk sliding along those lean, pale arms. Lips like satin flecked with tiny dots he longed to lick right off.
Details were his business, after all. And Griff was skeptical that he would have missed a grotesque deformity. He made a mental note to take a closer look. And then shut his eyes and decided he might as well enjoy his little nap. Although, as he drifted off again, his thoughts were troubled by images of beautiful virgins holding power tools.
