Im not a big believer in romance. Im certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married.But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie.Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. Its all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at meWell, maybe I shouldve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper.And I admit, part of me is falling head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? Keep up the charade. Kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show.When my ex finally gets the message a month after our wedding, he says that he wants me to leave Jack. Start over. I should be happy.Right?

Playing doctor in paradise… Raegan Reynolds never realized just how hot the spotlight could burn until it nearly destroyed her surgical career. She knows who she is now, and she won’t let any man make her forget again. All she wants is to enjoy her vacation in the Dominican Republic before she lands the role of Denver’s Graton Gift Hospital’s newest chief surgeon. Thirty seconds. That’s all it takes for one perfect specimen of a man to take control of her passion. Under his rock-steady hands, her knees go too weak to do what she ought to do—walk away. Women don’t make Dr. Noah Alexander’s hands go clammy—until this one. One look at her freckled nose, crooked grin and intelligent eyes, and his pulse races. But she refuses to reveal her real name. Peeling away her layers won’t be easy, but he’s determined to make it happen. Just when he’s broken through her walls, however, Raegan’s reminded that giving into passion means sacrificing her career. Noah’s going to prove her wrong. He’s done playing games. For the first time where love is concerned, he’s playing for keeps.

Aspiring actor Tyler Larson works in his aunt’s diner to help her while waiting for his big break. He has a bit of a crush on a doctor who comes in who he’s nicknamed “Dr. Hottie.” When Dr. Hottie comes in with another doctor, Tyler recognizes Jack Ridgley as a guy he’d had a hot as hell one night stand with. Jack claims not to remember Tyler, but later he reveals he hasn’t forgotten Tyler either. Since Jack has a long distance lover, he and Tyler embark on a friendship only, but both men have trouble keeping their thoughts and hands to themselves. As Tyler’s acting career begins to take off, the guys get closer, and Jack begins to find Tyler too tempting to resist.

I’m not a big believer in romance. I’m certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married. But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie. Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It’s all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me… Well, maybe I should’ve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper. And I admit, part of me is falling head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? Keep up the charade. Kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show. When my ex finally gets the message a month after our “wedding”, he says that he wants me to leave Jack. Start over. I should be happy. Right?

From Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestseller Vivian Wood comes a sexy new STANDALONE romance novel. I'm not a big believer in romance. I'm certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and go to friggin Reno later that night to get married. But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Even if it was all a lie. Okay, so our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. It's all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if he's so ridiculously handsome that simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at me... Maybe I should've nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper. And I admit, part of me is head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? We have to keep up the charade. We have to kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show. When my ex finally gets the message a month after our "wedding", I'm left with two options. Go back to the man who the whole town says is right for me... or gather all my courage and strike off in a new direction. A direction that includes a new future that Jack and I make, together.

Racing heart? Check. Damp palms? Check. All signs indicate I’ve got it bad for Lady Isabella Blankenship. It could be contagious, since Iz shows all the same symptoms. But what’s got her pulling back anytime things blaze between us? I know a modern-day duchess might have baggage from finding out she’s the illegitimate child of a dead American philanderer with more kids than morals. But Izzy’s on edge, and there’s more to it than run-of-the-mill culture shock. Turns out I’m not the only guy drawn to her. She’s shadowed 24/7 by protective siblings, an amorous pig named Kevin, and a deadly-looking stranger skulking around Ponderosa Resort. It’s more drama than I’ve seen since my days as an Army doc, so I’m happy to lend Iz a shoulder or any body part she needs. But what are my odds of diagnosing what ails Izzy before my royal crush makes a run for it?

Claire Kennedy has a talent for sex ... on paper. But while she enjoys writing steamy scenes for her creative writing class, in reality her love life is an arid wasteland. The boy she's crushed on all year has ditched her after a one-night stand, and her gorgeous tutor (aka Dr Hottie) is strictly off-limits. So Claire pours her energy into writing an erotic story that fulfills all her fantasies - featuring a bookish student, a hot professor and plenty of sizzling sex when her fictional alter ego turns a hilarious misunderstanding to her advantage. Soon Claire discovers that spicing things up in the bedroom is easy. All it takes is a little imagination... Scenes of a Sexual Nature is a prequel novella to Clodagh Murphy's Some Girls Do.