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That awkward moment when an ER doctor has to inform you that you’re pregnant…with his baby.
Three things Lynsey Jones knows about the hot doctor: he’s grouchy, an arrogant jerk, and strangely obsessed with pie.
Three things Dr. Josh Richardson knows: he doesn’t talk about his past, he doesn’t do relationships, and the crazy girl in the hospital cafeteria who ate a fistful of French silk pie…is annoyingly irresistible.
After a chance meetup at a bar and a heated cab ride together, things come to a head and now instead of hating each other, they’re horizontal in a bed.
Three months later, the weird cafeteria stalker who crept out of Josh’s house like a thief in the night, winds up as his patient in the ER after her Tinder date from hell.
The doctor is prepared to keep it cool and professional. That is until her bloodwork reveals she’s pregnant.
What really throws him for a loop…is the surprise baby…is his.
“laugh out loud, 5 stars”
Daws has a way of making any reader laugh out loud and One Moment Please definitely fits the bill. It’s one thing to get pregnant by a one night stand your not even fond of but to also have him be the one to tell you your expecting, who wouldn’t laugh? Add in a over excited romance author best friend and a jealous baby daddy and your bound for a good time.
Lyndsey and Dr. Dick had undeniable chemistry. He was grumpy and had secrets. Lyndsey is a hot mess who is just trying to get it all together before her baby comes. Daws pulled me into this funny world and when real life is crazy right now a funny make-believe world is exactly what we all need. If you take a chance on One Moment Please, I hope you laugh as much as I did.
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Chapter 1 - Lynsey
“Hello there.” My stupid voice cracks like a thirteen-year-old boy. I clear my throat and try again. “I mean, hi.”
A grunt vibrates from the doc’s chest as he brings his sandwich to his mouth and takes an aggressive bite before finally lifting his attention to me.
His gaze connects with mine, and his smoldering deep greenish-brown eyes overwhelm me. Framed by long, dark lashes, they seem at odds with his creamy skin and sandy brown hair. His square jawline is peppered with light brown whiskers, and his lips are full but not big. Just…perfect—even if they’re stuck in a surly scowl.
Breathe normally. Just take in a slow breath and let it out at half speed.
Frankly, his whole presence overpowers me. It’s like sitting front row at an action movie and not being able to take in the entire cinematic glory because it all hits you too fast.
The hot doctor stares at me as he chews his food, and it’s…really weird. I avert my gaze to my pie and yank up the fork only to drag the prongs through the whipped topping. I need something to focus on besides watching him chew.
“How’s your day going?” I try again, my nerves skittering sideways.
His eyes have moved from me to my pie.
He takes another bite and grunts again.
Is he mute? Or is he just so polite that he refuses to talk with food in his mouth?
I lick the whipped cream off my fork and prop my elbows on the table with a bit more determination this time. “My name is Lynsey…what’s yours?”
I plaster on a super-fake smile as he tilts his head and takes another bite, eyeing me as though I’ve just murdered his entire village. My gaze casually drops to his hands.
What the hell is going on with this guy? He’s single. He’s a doctor. He’s hot. What’s he got to be so sour about?
“You’re a doctor here, right?” I try to fill the silence. My eyes flick to the name badge hanging on a clip from the breast pocket of his scrub top. It reads “Dr. Richardson” with a whole battery of letters after his name. I don’t have a clue what any of them mean, but they’re probably important.
He continues to stare at me the same as always, though it’s more uncomfortable now because he’s so damn close.
Definitely not foreplay.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance.
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