Wednesday Romance Reads To Devour 8/9

Rendezvous with My Resident:
An Age Gap, Office Romance (Forbidden Doctors)
Sofia T Summers
$0.99

I should keep my head down and keep walking when my hot boss at work stares at me…
 

But it’s impossible to ignore that chiseled jaw and piercing gaze.
Dr. Cameron Marshal will be the end of me and my residency career.
I’ve gone from grieving my husband to breaking the rules at work.

Dating this silver fox doctor is forbidden.
But his hands on my curves make me forget about my past.
And his fiery kisses make me feel alive.

Cameron is a big shot billionaire.
To me, losing my career means squashing my dreams for my daughter.
We don’t belong in the same bed.
Let alone the same world.
Even if this second chance at love feels like the only one I’ll ever get…

Get ready for an adventure of a lifetime as these completely off-limits, forbidden doctors take you on an unexpected romantic ride. Loads of drama, action, heart and heat. And the Sofie promise of the most satisfying hea ever.

The Prodigal
Kristy Marie
$3.99

Arrogant.
Indifferent.
Uncompromising.

Remington Potter was a sarcastic jerk with a body of an avenging angel. He screamed good times and bad decisions.
But that’s not what made us friends.
His saving me that one night did—even if he denied it.
Remington Potter was my antihero.
I owed him at least a friendship and a plastic chair.
But I made one mistake.
I didn’t knock.
I didn’t look away.
All I saw was him on the floor.
Tormented.
Enraged.
And broken.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
I discovered Remington Potter wasn’t the mysterious savior I thought he was.
He was vengeful.
And I was the final piece in his game.

Wrong Text, Right Love
Claudia Burgoa
FREE

Mistaken identity, drunk texts, and hysterical mishaps… just another day in my life.

Girls all over the world spill the tea to me about their most intimate questions.
They thank me for talking about sex with them.
For fixing their love lives.

I wonder if I’d still be a relationship influencer if they knew what a train wreck my own love life is?

If I was writing anyone else advice, it would say things like:
Never drunk-text your ex-boyfriend.
No, seriously, that’s a terrible idea.
But if you insist, maybe double-check the number first.

Oops.

But I guess I give good…text, because the stranger I messaged wrote back.
And I responded.
He doesn’t have to put up with my colorful personality—as my hot next-door neighbor describes me. Or my messy schedule.
This relationship is as seemingly perfect as my online persona.

Until we agree to meet up.
When he meets the real me, will he hate me forever?
Or will we be one day telling our grandkids about that wrong text, right love?