Series: The Boys Are Back in Town
Published by Entangled Publishing on September 19th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Being a doctor is everything to me, but I'm not going to let bureaucrats tell me how to practice medicine. It's about saving lives no matter what, screw them and their paperwork.
When the one woman I could never forget, Ginger Crawford, shows up as my boss all bets are off. The heat between us is tough to ignore but I have to if I want a future at this hospital. It isn't easy. Every time we argue, I want her even more.
But I've got secrets she can never know, and she's always going to be way too good for me. So it's best if she hates me...at least that's what I keep telling myself.
Southern Nights & Secrets by Robin Covington was my first book by Miss Covington and she definitely won me over with her writing. Filled with steamy nights and heated days in the ER, this book seems right out of any good hospital TV show. And I do love me some Grey’s…
Beckett Sutherland is the resident maverick. He doesn’t care about rules and regulations. He’s there to save lives—nothing more, nothing less. But when suddenly his coveted position of ER leader is on the line, and the one person who can swing the vote in his favor, or not, is the one woman he hurt the most, Beck finds himself between a rock and a hard place.
Ginger Crawford just landed her dream job. The only problem? Beckett Sutherland—the one man who destroyed her nine years ago. Coming face-to-face with him after all this time stirs up all kinds of feeling for her. Feelings she should avoid, but doesn’t know how. Beck is like a tornado, swooping in and turns everything upside down. But they past hurts be forgiven? Or will it repeat itself and leave everyone heartbroken?
Southern Nights & Secrets, while part of a series, did indeed read just like a standalone, ramping up the intrigue for the other couple at the same time. It’s a sweet and heartbreaking story of forgiveness, taking chances, and realizing that sometimes taking the leap—while absolutely terrifying—might just be worth it.
With great writing—that has the ability to convey emotions—intriguing characters with depth and complexity, and a storyline that kept me hooked from the beginning, Robin Covington created a book I loved and will definitely acquire for my physical library.
“What the fuck were you thinking? What were you doing?” She gritted out as he trapped her hands in his own tight grip, pulling her tight against him when she struggled even harder at the confinement. They shuffled backwards, her back slamming against the closed door, their exertions rustling the blinds closest to the door and joining the sound of the ER bustling just beyond the panel of wood.
“Damn it Ginger, stop it!” He hissed out trapping her hands between their bodies as he leaned into her, his face, his mouth less than a breath away from her own. She stared up at him, her lips opening to rail at him, to strip him down for scaring the shit out of her with a stunt like that but he spoke first. “I’m okay.”
His voice was a low, deep, reassuring balm against her frazzled nerves but she needed more. Needed more than words.
She kissed him. Soft and light. A quick brush¾once, twice, a third time¾enough to feel his warmth and taste his flesh. To know he was alive.
Beckett pulled back first, his gaze penetrating as he analyzed her, figuring out just where this thing was going. Virginia licked her lower lip, tasting him there and biting back a groan but not the tiny whimper that escaped her mouth. At that sound, Beckett’s jaw tightened, the edge in his eyes honing to a fine point of focused desire and decision and she shivered a little under his scrutiny.
He transferred both of her wrists into the grip of one hand and lifted them over her head, effectively pinning them there against the smooth, cool wood. The movement brought their bodies in full contact¾from the hard length of his thigh inserted in between her own, to the granite-hard muscles of his chest pressed against her full, aching breasts.
She watched him like a hawk, even though she felt more like prey as he drank her in, taking his time to review every square inch of her before he returned to gaze into her eyes with a look so hot, she flinched from it, trying to shrink back from the passion it represented.
But he was having none of that, his hold on her wrists growing tighter as he leaned in, his lips teasing her own while he maintained eye contact.
“When you hate me again later, remember that you started this,” he growled.
And then he kissed her.