Harlow: The man upstairs and I aren’t exactly friendly per se. We live on different floors, so we don’t see each other most of the time. So how was I supposed to know that Sam could hear my music? I was minding my own business doing aerobics … in a bikini … okay, less than a bikini … when the doctor bursts in like a wild man! Creamy curves came flying out, bare and luscious, but what I didn’t expect? That the gorgeous physician liked what he saw.
Sam: I more than liked what I saw. I CRAVED what I saw. After all, Harlow’s been growing up fast. Maybe we don’t interact much, but that doesn’t mean I’m blind. I’ve been secretly watching the scrawny teen transform into a sassy, bodacious woman, and now that Harlow’s been caught red-handed … I’m claiming what belongs to me.
Note to my readers: Our heroine was the naughty girl at the end of my previous book, Sold To My Boss’s Friends, who was on display at Club Z with buyers sampling her goods while considering a potential purchase! Well, now Harlow gets her own tale and it’s a crazy one where incredibly filthy shenanigans happen because who can resist a man like Dr. White? His thermometer is huge and he’s ready to use it wherever and whenever our heroine needs her temperature taken. Buckle up and get ready for the ride because we’re putting the pedal to the metal with this one! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.
