Boys Will Be Boys Series by J.D. Hawkins

Why, yes, I am a doctor. Want me to kiss it better? It’s always been an unacknowledged perk of the MD behind my name that it’s also a kitty magnet. I’ve got my pick of the litter. I only have one rule, and that’s to keep dating and work in different sandboxes. I learned that lesson the hard way once, and I wouldn’t have made it through med school if I needed to be told twice. But everything about Mia makes me dumb... moreWhy, yes, I am a doctor. Want me to kiss it better? It’s always been an unacknowledged perk of the MD behind my name that it’s also a kitty magnet. I’ve got my pick of the litter. I only have one rule, and that’s to keep dating and work in different sandboxes. I learned that lesson the hard way once, and I wouldn’t have made it through med school if I needed to be told twice. But everything about Mia makes me dumb. Everything about the hot, bookish gynecologist makes me think NSFW thoughts that just won’t quit. I try throwing myself into my work. Playing as much pickup soccer as I can handle. But it isn’t long before I’m breaking all my rules to get just one more taste of Mia. We’re headed for a reckoning. I’m about to earn a new degree: in love. less

She’s the perfect fiancée… except for the perfect stranger part. Being single wasn’t a problem until it was… to my new boss. So I picked the hottest girl out of the crowd, as though there was any chance she wasn’t already promised to some other hot shot. Turns out she was what the ladies call a unicorn. Single, willing to play along, and oh so dedicated to her role as my wife-to-be. In dinners with the boss and even more so in the executive suite. It’s the perfect limited time arrangement... moreShe’s the perfect fiancée… except for the perfect stranger part. Being single wasn’t a problem until it was… to my new boss. So I picked the hottest girl out of the crowd, as though there was any chance she wasn’t already promised to some other hot shot. Turns out she was what the ladies call a unicorn. Single, willing to play along, and oh so dedicated to her role as my wife-to-be. In dinners with the boss and even more so in the executive suite. It’s the perfect limited time arrangement. Except I can’t seem to get enough. I can’t stop picturing more, and more. So do I let her slip away forever? Or do I tell her I’m ready to stop faking the BS and make us the real deal? less