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The heart is exquisite.
You’ll never hear anyone wax poetic over an organ quite like they do the heart.
When you’re lost in the world? Follow your heart.
When your love for someone is unwavering, unparalleled and unprecedented? You give them your heart.
As a lead pediatric cardiac surgeon, I knew better than anyone that the heart is equally as powerful as it is delicate.
The heart giveth just as easily as it taketh away.
And until the day Kelly Potter darkened my doorway that was all just part of the job.
She rolled in like a slow evening storm, fierce and beautiful, fighting for the life of her unborn child.
It should have been business as usual.
I was a doctor.
Her child the patient.
But Kelly was more.
She was the one who got away.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
It didn’t matter what the rules were.
For once, I was listening to my heart.
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“Jesus. You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He ran a large hand from the spot right in the middle of my shoulder blades past the small of my back before landing on my ass where he squeezed hard enough to make me giggle.
“Less talking, more petting, Doctor,” I said through laughter.
“Not a doctor. Yet.” His voice was cocky, and it made me hot. “Still a ways to go before that happens.”
I could hear the smile in his voice even though I couldn’t see his face. I was lying on my stomach on top of his white plush down comforter naked as the day I was born. And not shy about it at all. He’d just laid his mouth, his tongue, his hands over every inch of this body several times and he’d seemed to enjoy every second of it.
I looked out the small window next to his bed while he was propped up on one hand beside me and using the other to rub every available surface of skin on my body he could find. It was phenomenal. I wanted to purr like a damn cat, but instead, I stretched out further along his bed.
“I can’t believe you came home with me tonight,” he husked out.
I couldn’t believe it either. I wasn’t the type of girl who did one-night stands. I didn’t really have boyfriends, either. I was married to the music. Anthony Jackson wasn’t even really my type per se. I liked moody guys with tattoos and piercings. Boys with darker eyes and even darker souls. I was a walking cliché, but I liked the tortured musician types. After all, we were kindred spirits. Me and my hard, banging drums, them with their soft guitar riffs and raspy lyrical voices.
I rolled to my back and gazed up at Anthony. He waggled an eyebrow at me, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. He may not have been my type, but I was positive there wasn’t a girl out there who’d turn him down. Vivid and inquisitive green eyes stared down at me and God, I wanted him all over again.
And I’d had him plenty that night. We’d met at the club only hours ago. I was visiting my friend Ainsley in Columbia, South Carolina, and we’d run into Anthony and his college friends at a nightclub. Ainsley introduced him as an old friend. He’d come on strong. I’d come on even stronger. Hardly any alcohol in my system and yet I’d let him drag me back to his small apartment, between my legs aching with want. We’d barely made it through the door when he picked me up and placed me on the entry table and pushed his massive body between my thighs. Slick skin, hot hands, wet mouths. And the rest was history. Or maybe not.
No, Anthony Jackson wasn’t my type. He was everygirl’s type.
Chiseled to perfection face.
Wide smile complete with full pink lips and deep dimples.
Square jaw that somehow managed to be both soft and hard.
Blond hair that was so thick and shiny I wanted to ask him what shampoo he used.
Not a tattoo or piercing marred the bronzed skin of his muscular body.
For fuck’s sake, even the man’s cock was pure perfection. Thick and long and cut just as beautifully as the rest of him.
He was surprised I’d come home with him. I couldn’t believe it, either. I realized in that moment, him over me. Me under him. The sweat still glistening on our bodies. His ruggedly handsome good looks beaming down at me like the sun on a bright day. For the first time in my life, I’d had a man. An actual real man. Not boys playing men. No, Anthony was all fucking masculine beauty and he’d picked me at the bar. I was one lucky girl.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and show tunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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My goodness, this book made me tear up on more than a few occasions. It was a fantastic read for sure. The writing was excellent. It was very well paced. It was told in a dual POV format. The plot was engaging and kept me turning the pages. It was sweet. It was romantic. It was full of feels. Last, it was all wrapped up in a very sweet four years later epilogue. The only small issue I did have with it was how long it took before we find out why Anthony was a douche, not once, but twice. Especially since it was a conversation that should have taken place the second time he acted like an a$$hole and ghosted Kelly for a week. He just apologizes and she falls back into his arms. It seemed a bit odd to me that Kelly wouldn’t have demanded an explanation for his behavior on that occasion AND for this behavior ten years previous. I also was bothered by the fact that the explanation comes from his mother and not Anthony himself. That seemed like a conversation he should have been had with Kelly. That said, it was just a small little niggle for me.
ANTHONY…Doc was a super sweet hero for sure. He had a couple of a$$hole moments, but overall he was a very good book boyfriend. He wasn’t a manwhore. He was sexy. He was alpha. He wore bow ties. He had a great relationship with his Mom. He was a great DR. He was pretty much all in with Kelly from the start. I loved him.
KELLY…I really liked Kelly as well, although right at the beginning she came across a bit cold and self-centered with the way she behaved towards finding out she was pregnant. But that was short lived, and she soon grew on me. She was sweet. She was feisty. She was strong. She fell for Doc pretty much from the start. I liked her.
I wouldn’t say this one was heavy on secondary characters. We briefly hear from the heroines of the previous two books. Along with Kelly’s Mom. The main secondary character is Anthony’s Mom Lucy, and I adored her.
VERY LOW. She spends 70% of the book pregnant by another man…’nuff said (lol). That said, this couple did have great on page chemistry.
~ANGST LEVEL – SEXUAL HISTORIES~
Lowish. I didn’t find this one particularly angsty. Some of Anthony’s behavior was a bit angst inducing, but nothing over the top. I think the angst relating to the sick baby does pick up after she is born, but again, I didn’t feel it was over the top. Neither were virgins. Obviously, the heroine was pregnant, so she had sex with a f-ckbuddy, but I am fairly sure she was 30 weeks when she meets the hero again. The hero wasn’t a manwhore, and it is never mentioned when he had last had sex. He mentions he doesn’t sleep with random women, so I assume it had been awhile. There was no OW drama and a micro smidge of OM drama.
~IN THE END~
I enjoyed this one quite a lot. The writing was great. It was well paced. The plot was executed well (apart from my small issue pertaining to Anthony’s “secret”). The characters both secondary and main were likable and well written, and the ending was sweet. This will definitely appeal to readers who love their romances sweet and drama free. Therefore yours truly is going to give this one two very solid thumbs up.
Hi there! I’m a mom and wife by day (and night), aspiring writer (in my dreams), and an avid reader (every day of the week). This is my little corner of the web to post about ALL things books. I live in Copenhagen, but I am a Canadian girl (born and raised) at heart.