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𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡
𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡
ℎ𝑖𝑚.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡
𝑑𝑜
𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.
That’s what my ex said after our son was born, leaving me a
single dad.
These days, my world consists of two things: Noah and my
bar.
Until her—the woman I want —but can never have.
My ex’s sister wasn’t supposed to be stirred into the mix.
Even though I try to push her away, my son falls in love
with her.
As much as I want to keep my distance, I can’t break his
heart.
Lines become blurred, and fighting our attraction becomes
nearly impossible.
Even though we know it’s wrong, desire doesn’t always fade
away.
As soon as we cross that line, nothing will be the same and
everything will fall apart.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡
𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠.
Louise's Review
I am a huge Ferrell fan, when I found out she was writing a new series I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Stirred is the 1st book in the ‘Twisted Fox’ Series.
Cohen is a single Dad, for the past 5 years he has done it with the support of his sister and his friends; the only people he trusts. When Jamie comes face to face with her nephew and her sisters ex-boyfriend all those feelings from when she was younger bubble to the surface, a crush that began many years ago still strong. Cohen has to make a choice, how far will he let Jamie into their lives especially when he wants everything but guards their hearts tight.
I personally LOVED this story; Ferrell has started this series off with an amazing storyline and set up the minor characters perfectly. I cannot wait to read the next book in the series.
Star Ratings; Plot: 5/5 Characters: 5/5 Heat: 5/5 Writing Style: 5/5 Overall: 5/5
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EXCERPT
Copyright © 2020 by Charity Ferrell
All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Jamie Five Years Later
Nine hours down.
Three to go. Three hours until I can go home, finish that
box of Thin Mints I shouldn’t have bought, and binge-watch a show on
Netflix.
Netflix and cookies. Netflix and single. Netflix and story
of my life. “Tell me he finally agreed?” Lauren, our charge nurse,
asks—referring to the appendicitis patient who’s been refusing an appendectomy
all night.
I nod. “After his wife promised to buy him a new TV.” She
scoffs. “I’d love to say someone being bribed to have life-saving surgery is a
shocker, but after working in the ER for so long, I’m not easily
shooketh.”
“Tell me about it.” I glance around the emergency room.
“What’s next for me?” It’s been a slow night at Anchor Ridge Memorial Hospital,
and as much as that’s a good thing, it can get boring.
She points down the hall. “Exam room three. Five-year-old
with a fever.” Her tone turns bubbly as she wiggles her shoulders. “Dad is super
hot, by the way.”
I shake my head and tap my knuckles against the triage desk.
“I’ll let you know if I need anything.” “Ask him for his number,” she
half-whispers with a thumbs-up. I roll my eyes and dismissively wave my hand.
“Absolutely not.” “All work and no play makes Jamie a grumpy doctor.” “Yeah,
yeah, yeah.” I spin on my heel and walk to the room. The door is cracked, and I
knock, snatching a pair of latex gloves on my way in. “Hello, I’m Dr.—” I stop,
stumble back two steps, and cover my mouth with my hand. Holy crap. My body
tenses, and as soon as my gaze meets his, his jaw flexes.
I struggle for words as anger and disgust line his face. Words
I’d planned if this moment ever happened. Unfortunately, those words become a
scared bitch and run away. “Cohen,” is all I manage in a whisper. He stands
tall from his chair, his narrowed eyes pinned to me, and moves to the side of
the bed, blocking my view of the patient.
Lauren’s words hit me. “Five-year-old ...” My attention
slides from Sir Pissed Off, and I shift to the left. “Oh my God,” I whisper,
gaping at the little boy in the bed. A little boy whose eyes are sleepy and
nose is red and irritated. Those sleepy eyes, a walnut-brown with a slight
slant, match his father’s. The same with his thick ash-brown hair. But the
dimple in his chin and heart-shaped face match hers. “Is this ...?” My hand
shakes when I point at him. It’s a dumb question. Even if he says no, he’ll be
a liar. “What are you doing here?” he repeats, his tone harsh. If I wasn’t at a
loss for words, my smart-ass self would throw out something along the lines of,
What do you think, dumbass? I’m sporting a doctor’s jacket with my name
embroidered on it.
But I don’t. Because I can’t. It’s a challenge, wrapping my
head around them being here, let alone dragging out my sarcasm. “I’m your
doctor,” I finally say before signaling to the boy. “I’m his doctor.” Sound
cool. Confident. You’re the fucking professional here, Jamie. “We want a
different doctor,” he hisses, his voice low enough so only I can hear. “I’m the
only doctor on shift tonight.” I’m speaking to Cohen, but the boy holds my
interest. He’s watching this exchange, his eyes pinging back and forth between
his father and me with curiosity on his tired face.
“We’ll go to another hospital then.” “Why, Dad?” the boy
whines, sniffling. “I don’t feel good, and what if I puke in the car?” “I want
another doctor.” His broad shoulders draw back. He raises a brow when I hold up
a finger, turn, and scurry out of the room. I rush over to Lauren. “Can you
watch the boy in three for a minute? I need to talk to his father privately.”
She peeks up at me from her computer and tilts her head to
the side. “Yeah ... sure.” Cohen is pacing the room when we walk in. “A word,”
I say, jerking my head toward the doorway. Cohen’s attention darts to the boy,
and he delivers a gentle smile. “I’ll be right back, buddy.” He gives him a
quick peck on the head and swings his arm toward the door, his eyes cold.
“After you, Your Highness.”
Lauren throws me a curious glance when he walks past her,
and I shrug as if this isn’t about to be awkward city up in here.
As we leave, I hear Lauren asking the boy what his favorite
cartoon is. Cohen keeps his distance while I lead us into a private room, the
one reserved for breaking bad news to families.
I speak as soon as I shut the door., “Cohen—”
Too bad he doesn’t let me get more than his name out. Rude. His
deep-set eyes level on me. “This is a conflict of interest, Jamie. The nurse
can help us. We don’t need you.”
“We don’t need you.” The memories of the last time he said
those words to me smack into me like a headache. It was the last time I saw
him. The last time he looked at me with the same resentment. Either he doesn’t
realize how hard his insult hit me or he doesn’t care. I snort, anger biting at
me. “What do you think I’m going to do, huh? Kidnap him?” “Considering who
you’re related to, who knows?” “Wow.” I clench my fists to hold myself back
from smacking him in the face since his words are like a slap in mine. “You
have some nerve.”
It’d make for some bad headlines if a doctor slapped a
patient’s father. There’s no apology on his face when he holds up his hands.
“Just saying it how I see it.” “Then allow me to say it how I see it.” I thrust
my finger toward the door. “You have a sick son in there, and it’s my job to
treat him. Don’t like it? I don’t give a shit.” I shove past him, stalk out of
the room, and don’t check to see if he’s following me.
“Everything okay?” Lauren asks, her eyes glancing over my
shoulder, and I realize Cohen is behind me, still keeping his distance.
“Peachy,” I chirp before approaching the bed and smiling
down at the boy. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Noah,” he croaks. Even though I was sure it was him, my
head spins at his confirmation. I tenderly squeeze his arm, and my tone turns
cheerful. “Hi, Noah. I’m Dr. Gentry. Can I ask some questions about how you’re
feeling?”
He nods. Cohen stalks to the other side of the bed, his eyes
on me, and Lauren migrates to the corner, her nosy ass interested in this
shitshow.
“He has a fever,” Cohen tells me, his tone softer. “For how
long?” He scratches his scruffy cheek. “Over twenty-four hours.” “Appetite?” He
shakes his head. “Not even sugar. I can hardly get him to drink, and he has no
energy, which is very rare for him.”
“Cough?” “Yes.” His jerk attitude settles while we turn our
attention to Noah. I ask question after question as I take his temperature and
go through all the motions.
“Symptoms tell me it’s the flu,” I say, removing my gloves
and tossing them into the trash. “We’ll do a test, and I also want to run some
blood work to make sure we’re not missing anything.”
Cohen nods. “Thank you.” I smile at Noah. “We’ll get you
back to feeling good in no time.” I give Lauren, who’s gathering supplies for
the test, a head nod and leave the room.
I‘ll definitely be pairing wine with those Thin Mints
tonight. Lauren comes scurrying into the doctors’ lounge ten minutes later.
“Whoa, what was that about? Dude was super nice to me but acted as if you’d
pissed in his Cheerios.”
Here goes.
A chill sweeps up my neck. “That’s my sister’s ex ... and
her son ... the ones she left.” “Oh, Jerry Springer.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Charity resides in Indianapolis, Indiana. She grew up riding
her bicycle to the town's public library, and reading anything she could get
her hands on. When she's not writing, you can find her reading, spending time
with her family, or caving into her online shopping addiction.
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