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‘Fun, witty and sexy …A heartfelt, sensual and compelling read.’
—Goodreads Review on NYC ANGELS: HEIRESS’S BABY SCANDAL
‘A sweet and beautiful romance that will steal your heart.’
—HarlequinJunkie.com on NYC ANGELS: HEIRESS’S BABY SCANDAL
JANICE LYNN has a Masters in Nursing from Vanderbilt University, and works as a nurse practitioner in a family practice. She lives in the southern United States with her husband, their four children, their Jack Russell—appropriately named Trouble—and a lot of unnamed dust bunnies that have moved in since she started her writing career.
To find out more about Janice and her writing visit www.janicelynn.com
Flirting with the Doc of Her Dreams
Janice Lynn
Some time back I reconnected with a friend who met a man online, fell in love with him before she’d ever met him in person, and is now happily married to him with two kids. Since then I’ve been thinking about how technology has changed the way people find each other in this crazy, busy world we live in, and how individual love stories begin in so many ways. My friend met her man online, felt a spark, and quickly began texting that led to sexting, and their in-person relationship developed from there. The sexting someone you’d never met intrigued me, because of the trust that would have to be involved before I’d ever risk doing that.
Much like myself, Nurse Beth Taylor can’t imagine ever sexting or sending risqué photographs of herself. Actually, she can’t even imagine anyone in her life who would send her a sext. So when she gets a late-night photo of some washboard abs she’s convinced it’s her best friend pulling a prank on her. How is she to know when she texts back that she’s actually texting her fantasy guy?
If Dr Eli Randolph’s ex-girlfriend was as perfect for him as everyone kept telling him, why wasn’t he able to take that last step with her? He had to be the problem. Only when he sends an accidental text never meant to be sent—and to the wrong woman at that—he finds himself quickly caught up in an excitement he hasn’t felt in for ever. Texting isn’t enough. Eli wants the real thing. Only how does he recover a relationship that started with a text meant for another woman?
I hope you enjoy Eli and Beth’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Drop me an email at [email protected] to share your thoughts about their romance, about how our cyber world has changed romance, or just to say hello.
Happy reading!
Janice
To Michael. Thanks for making me believe in happily ever after when I’d forgotten how. I love you.
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ROLLING OVER IN bed and grabbing her cellular phone off the nightstand, sleepy-eyed nurse Beth Taylor squinted at the lit screen.
Who’d be texting her at …? She registered the time at just before midnight and winced. She’d just pulled two twelve-hour ICU shifts that had each been more along the line of sixteen hours. Exhausted, she’d hit the sack minutes after getting home.
The last thing she’d been expecting had been to be awakened by a text message. The phone number wasn’t one she recognized. If this was some sales advertisement she was going to scream.
Fighting a yawn, and her vision blurred with sleep, she touched the screen, opening the message.
Hello. If that was for sale, sign her up.
All traces of sleep vanishing, she stared at the text. More aptly at the photo burning her screen.
Burning her eyes into flaming orbs.
Wow.
