Under the Scrubs by Katerina Baker
Publication date: May 21st, 2019
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
My life is ordinary, steady, predictable. And I'm okay with that. Working long shifts at the hospital is all the excitement I need.
But when a simple rescue-attempt goes wrong, I find myself in the arms of an arrogant, yet sexy FBI agent.
Kai Evans is what I'd call way out of my league. Yet, we end up dating. Sort of. That's if you count fast-bike escapes and kissing while bullets fly around us as a date.
While Kai tries to keep me safe and alive, Tyler Moore--an ex FBI agent with a smart mouth--slithers into my life. Turns out, Kai and Taylor have a history. The kind that can't be erased with a simple handshake.
Now it's all about settling the score between them, and Taylor has the perfect weapon to use against Kai...
Me.
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We're halfway there when we hear male voices. Apart from a single willow tree with a narrow trunk and immaculate strawberry fields, there's nothing between the fence and the exit of the house that we came out of. Nowhere to hide.
"Play along," he murmurs.
I don't have a second to blink as he swings me around, pinning me against the tree trunk. I gasp, then all air vanishes from my lungs as his wide chest crushes into me. I stop breathing. My heart follows suit. This man pressing into me doesn't feel like my ride home; his large palms cradling my face and his ripped body covering me act like he has the right of his possession.
He kisses me. His warm mouth covers mine, his rough stubble awakening the nerve endings on my face I wasn't aware existed. For a split moment, I forget where I am. Or whom I'm kissing. My hands end up plastered against his chest. Our tongues twist together, and I feel his broken incisor. It's like the first ride on a roller coaster--exhilarating, exciting, scary, certain to make you spend all your money on riding it over and over again until your head spins and there's no more air in your lungs from screaming.
My mind's on that rollercoaster.
My response? I count to ten, willing my mind to come to its senses. Come on, Mind. Get yourself in order. This kiss is a distraction technique. Wait. Distraction? For whom? Mind, focus, damn it.
I only realize my eyes have been closed after Taylor releases me. I flit them open, panic rushing through my veins. Was this whole-body entanglement really warranted, or could we have gotten away with a tiny lips-only smooch? What have we done?
I push against his chest. He holds onto me, warning flashing in his expression. Remember where we are.
"Why are you here, Taylor?" one of them asks. His eyes sweep my bare feet, tears in my stockings, then move up higher again. Can my messed-up appearance be attributed to a rough, passionate lovemaking against the willow tree instead of a failed escape from the Oliver residence?
Wait! No, no.
I shouldn't be imagining sex with Taylor. He's Francesca's boyfriend, I'm with Kai. Oh man, this is so messed up.
Taylor shrugs, and a lazy smirk lights up his face. "Strawberry fields impress chicks."
Here my mind does a mental flip. They're not going to buy it. What kind of a 'chick' would go for a line like that? I'm either completely ignorant, or these men are referring to different chicks from those I've had the pleasure knowing in my life. Or maybe they look at Taylor and assume he'd be able to convince a woman to do it anywhere. You be the judge. All I can say is that from this point on, they seem to have been given permission to openly examine my legs and the rest of my body. I glare at Taylor. He's going to pay for this later.
"Play along," he murmurs.
I don't have a second to blink as he swings me around, pinning me against the tree trunk. I gasp, then all air vanishes from my lungs as his wide chest crushes into me. I stop breathing. My heart follows suit. This man pressing into me doesn't feel like my ride home; his large palms cradling my face and his ripped body covering me act like he has the right of his possession.
He kisses me. His warm mouth covers mine, his rough stubble awakening the nerve endings on my face I wasn't aware existed. For a split moment, I forget where I am. Or whom I'm kissing. My hands end up plastered against his chest. Our tongues twist together, and I feel his broken incisor. It's like the first ride on a roller coaster--exhilarating, exciting, scary, certain to make you spend all your money on riding it over and over again until your head spins and there's no more air in your lungs from screaming.
My mind's on that rollercoaster.
My response? I count to ten, willing my mind to come to its senses. Come on, Mind. Get yourself in order. This kiss is a distraction technique. Wait. Distraction? For whom? Mind, focus, damn it.
I only realize my eyes have been closed after Taylor releases me. I flit them open, panic rushing through my veins. Was this whole-body entanglement really warranted, or could we have gotten away with a tiny lips-only smooch? What have we done?
I push against his chest. He holds onto me, warning flashing in his expression. Remember where we are.
"Why are you here, Taylor?" one of them asks. His eyes sweep my bare feet, tears in my stockings, then move up higher again. Can my messed-up appearance be attributed to a rough, passionate lovemaking against the willow tree instead of a failed escape from the Oliver residence?
Wait! No, no.
I shouldn't be imagining sex with Taylor. He's Francesca's boyfriend, I'm with Kai. Oh man, this is so messed up.
Taylor shrugs, and a lazy smirk lights up his face. "Strawberry fields impress chicks."
Here my mind does a mental flip. They're not going to buy it. What kind of a 'chick' would go for a line like that? I'm either completely ignorant, or these men are referring to different chicks from those I've had the pleasure knowing in my life. Or maybe they look at Taylor and assume he'd be able to convince a woman to do it anywhere. You be the judge. All I can say is that from this point on, they seem to have been given permission to openly examine my legs and the rest of my body. I glare at Taylor. He's going to pay for this later.
About the Author:
Katerina Baker is a lucky gal who still attempts to have it all: full-time project management job that she enjoys, crazy family of four (with the ongoing threat of getting a pet to upset the family equilibrium) and writing.
Although on some days she is much more successful at managing her life than on the others, she still claims that she doesn't want it any other way.
Katerina is represented by Sharon Belcastro from Belcastro Agency, and has a contract with Lachesis Publishing, who will be publishing her Romantic Suspense novel Under the Scrubs.
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