Dr. Erotic.

That’s what they’ve decided to call me, Scott Shepard, the head of St. Luke’s Hospital Emergency Department.

Just thinking about it makes me smile.

As the new face of the reality docuseries, The Doctor Is In, I plan to take his power and recognition right to the streets of New York City and into the pants of willing women.

Well, that was my plan.

Until her—feisty, beautiful, and addictively sexy Harlow Paige.

A gossip columnist that just loves writing about yours truly, she’s everything I thought I never wanted and then some.

She drives me crazy.

Problem is, she doesn’t want to be anything when it comes to me—not friends, not lovers, not even adversaries.   

God, I love a good challenge.

Get ready, Harlow. Love is contagious.

Disclaimer: If the subliminal food messages we’ve been posting for the last week haven’t lured you in by now, we’re not sure what will. #pancakesforlife

Oh? Sex will lure you in, you say? Then read the book. That’s where the sex is. And it’s hotter than Arizona last week. They couldn’t even fly planes, okay? That’s hot. Just do it.

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Scott Shepard is more than gossip worthy!

I mean…come on…not only is he an exceptional doctor and the head of the Emergency Department at St. Luke’s Hospital, but he’s also making a name for himself as Dr. Erotic in the reality medical show “The Doctor Is In.” And even if he conceals his philandering ways, ensuring they aren’t fodder for the paparazzi or a variety of other social media outlets, his actual reality provides just as much drama and flair to entertain readers, perhaps even giving firsthand scoop to someone who feels like more than just his ordinary good time girl.

It’s Harlow Paige’s job to deliver juicy gossip to her readers as a columnist for Gossip, but who would have thought that the major scoop would be about her time spent with Dr. ER, even the times that don’t end in sinfully hot sex. And, as their time together starts to look a lot like a relationship, something neither of them thought they wanted, that’s when their true story begins, providing a surplus of dramatic moments and unscripted behavior that’s perfect for a new reality show – one that actual has more truths than any scripted show would supply for its viewers.

The court of public opinion can’t get enough of this dirty talking doctor and his feisty antagonistic girl, and because we’re privy to Scott and Harlow’s internal musings and conflicted feelings, readers know just how perfect they are for each other before the characters do and watching it play out provides readers with one hilarious, steamy, and witty story line.

Readers can’t go wrong with a Max Monroe romantic comedy; the authors always seem to create outrageously sexy and unique alpha males – ones who seem larger than life but then are quickly brought down to earth by women who turn their lives inside out in all the best ways, once again, proving that quirky and witty women know how to bring these badasses to their knees.

Scott and Harlow’s story is incredibly entertaining partially because readers never know what’s going to come out of Scott’s filthy mouth or if Harlow’s ever going to stop antagonizing him with her endless evasive maneuvering. But what makes Dr. ER a dynamic read is that Scott and Harlow’s chemistry is in place from the very beginning, so as the characters come to terms with their true feelings for one another, readers get to witness the couple’s reality…every sexual encounter, every sparring word match, and every meaningful moment that leads this reality tv star and gossip columnist to their own version of happily ever after!

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Tiny Tease

“Was he the man who was riding when you got injured, Low?” he questioned, and I internally groaned at his ironic choice in words.

The man who was riding? Good Lord, that sounded terrible. And a little too close to the actual scenario…

“No, sir,” Scott answered, and if the strain in his throat was any indication, he was one breath away from losing himself to laughter. “I was, in fact, not doing the riding when your daughter got injured.”

My father looked at me. “If he wasn’t the one riding, then how do you two know each other?”

Fucking fiddlesticks, I needed everyone to stop saying riding before I fainted from discomfort.

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