They call me the walking dildo.
Something my mother would be proud of? Hell no!
Watching my best friend and my old friend-with-benefits blissfully walk down the aisle has just reiterated the fact that I’m thirty and perpetually single.
I thought I’d found the woman I wanted to spend my life with, you have to open your eyes to realize that it’s never gonna happen.
Funny how meeting the right person can finally make you see sense.
My name is Noah Taylor: kickass trauma surgeon, closet idealist, wishful thinker, and all round cocky asshole, and this is the year my life will change for the better.
*Disclaimer: This book features hot sex, filthy language, misuse of on-call rooms and the overdue redemption of the fake orgasm*
He looks away first, staring out the window behind me as he bites the side of his lip, mulling over something. "You don't know me."
"I just need a chance. Let me get to know you. Let me show you the real me."
"Friends, Noah. That's all I can do right now." A slow, almost knowing smile ghosts across his lips.
"Friends,” he says, as if he’s testing the word. "I can do that ... to start with anyway." He steps closer until our bodies are almost touching and it’s impossible to ignore the heat now radiating between us. "I'm going to show you the real me. I'm not just a cocky asshole with a black book the size of Chicago."
"I—" My protest is stopped by his index finger pressing against my lips. It takes everything in me not to just reach out my tongue to taste it.
"I'm going to make you fall in love with me. And I’m not gonna stop until you do."
An avid music fan, you will always find her with headphones on while writing, and the speakers blaring the rest of the time. She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and when she’s not writing – she’s reading.
BJ resides with her family in what she considers the best country in the world—New Zealand. She describes her writing as a little swoon, a lot of heat, a bit of drama and a whole lot of love.