zaterdag 11 april 2020

Release blitz: One moment please by Amy Daws







 Can I give this book 8 stars.... if it were possible I surely would!!!!

What a delicious book, it made me forget about everything going on in my life right now. It was romantic but also sad en heartwrecking, it made my heart work overtime. Josh, Dr. Dick and Linsey…. what a match made in heaven, even if they don't realise it themselves, especially Josh needs extra time to believe this, to believe in love again, not to be afraid of loving again. I completely felt this book down to my core.

This was my first Amy Daws book and I definetely will be reading more of it!!!!

Great worldbuilding en meeting the characters and learning most of them, what makes them tick, a lot of romance and heat between Josh and Linsey….. yeah definetely a lot of hot steaming sex….




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FULL BLURB
That awkward moment when an ER doctor has to inform you that you’re pregnant…with his baby.

Three things Lynsey Jones knows about the hot doctor: he’s grouchy, an arrogant jerk, and strangely obsessed with pie.

Three things Dr. Josh Richardson knows: he doesn’t talk about his past, he doesn’t do relationships, and the crazy girl in the hospital cafeteria who ate a fistful of French silk pie…is annoyingly irresistible.

After a chance meetup at a bar and a heated cab ride together, things come to a head and now instead of hating each other, they’re horizontal in a bed.

Three months later, the weird cafeteria stalker who crept out of Josh’s house like a thief in the night, winds up as his patient in the ER after her Tinder date from hell.

The doctor is prepared to keep it cool and professional. That is until her bloodwork reveals she’s pregnant.

What really throws him for a loop…is the surprise baby…is his.





EXCERPTS

Chapter 1 - Lynsey
“Hello there.” My stupid voice cracks like a thirteen-year-old boy. I clear my throat and try again. “I mean, hi.” 
A grunt vibrates from the doc’s chest as he brings his sandwich to his mouth and takes an aggressive bite before finally lifting his attention to me. 
His gaze connects with mine, and his smoldering deep greenish-brown eyes overwhelm me. Framed by long, dark lashes, they seem at odds with his creamy skin and sandy brown hair. His square jawline is peppered with light brown whiskers, and his lips are full but not big. Just…perfect—even if they’re stuck in a surly scowl. 
Breathe normally. Just take in a slow breath and let it out at half speed.
Frankly, his whole presence overpowers me. It’s like sitting front row at an action movie and not being able to take in the entire cinematic glory because it all hits you too fast. 
The hot doctor stares at me as he chews his food, and it’s…really weird. I avert my gaze to my pie and yank up the fork only to drag the prongs through the whipped topping. I need something to focus on besides watching him chew. 
“How’s your day going?” I try again, my nerves skittering sideways.
His eyes have moved from me to my pie. 
He takes another bite and grunts again. 
Is he mute? Or is he just so polite that he refuses to talk with food in his mouth?
I lick the whipped cream off my fork and prop my elbows on the table with a bit more determination this time. “My name is Lynsey…what’s yours?”
I plaster on a super-fake smile as he tilts his head and takes another bite, eyeing me as though I’ve just murdered his entire village. My gaze casually drops to his hands. 
No ring. 
What the hell is going on with this guy? He’s single. He’s a doctor. He’s hot. What’s he got to be so sour about? 
“You’re a doctor here, right?” I try to fill the silence. My eyes flick to the name badge hanging on a clip from the breast pocket of his scrub top. It reads “Dr. Richardson” with a whole battery of letters after his name. I don’t have a clue what any of them mean, but they’re probably important. 
He continues to stare at me the same as always, though it’s more uncomfortable now because he’s so damn close. 
Definitely not foreplay. 

Chapter 2 - Lynsey
“This is my friend, Josh,” Max says, drawing my attention to the enormous man standing in my peripheral. 
When I turn toward him, my face contorts into some weird, painful sneer, partly because I’ve still not recovered from my brush with death, but mostly because I’m looking into the stormy eyes of Dr. Dick.
Cue the ominous tones from Jaws.
Max releases my hand, and before I can pull it back, it’s being gripped by the angry doctor apparently named Josh? That name is too human to belong to the likes of him. It would be better suited to a lifeguard who enjoys surfing in his free time. Not some arrogant asshat who walks around being angry with people for eating pie. 
His large hand dwarfs mine. His warm palm and long fingers send an anxious shiver rolling through my body all the way to my toes. When my gaze returns to his face, he’s eyeing me from head to toe.
Maybe he doesn’t recognize me.
But the moment he opens his mouth, I realize I’m dead wrong.
“Have a lot of experience tasting a skunk’s ass I take it?” Josh’s deep voice rolls like thunder. 
Dean and Max chuckle at the jerk’s attempt at a joke while I narrow my gaze up at him. “You taste one ass, you’ve tasted them all,” I snap. 
Wait. What the fuck did I just say?
I blink rapidly, and stammer, “I mean, I didn’t say, not that I taste ass—” 
“I understand,” Josh interrupts coolly, his face showing zero amusement. “You’re an expert ass-taster.” 
“I’m not an expert ass-taster!” I sputter as my face heats with embarrassment. “That’s not even a thing.” 
“Seems like, if it were a thing, you’d be exceptional at it.” Mirth dances in the hot doc’s eyes as he looms over me in all his intimidating, ridiculous-perfectly-proportioned glory. 
Is he…flirting with me? I wonder briefly as I stare back at him and begrudgingly admit that he’s even more handsome out of scrubs. 
Life is a cruel, cruel bitch today. 
“Why the hell do you think I’d be exceptional at tasting ass?” I stand to gain some leverage. Sadly, even with my heels on, I’m still only eye level with his chest.
Stupid, giant, asshole doctor with really long, pretty fingers. 
“Excuse me,” Max interjects as the jerk and I stare murderously at one another. “But do you two know each other?” 
I grit my teeth. “You could say that.” 
The doctor laughs. “After today, I know enough.” 
“Good grief.” I lick my lips at how self-righteous he’s being after walking in here only sixty seconds ago. “Are you going to tell me I’m not allowed to sit in a public bar now too?” 
He quirks a challenging brow. “It depends if you’re going to be a good girl or a bad girl.” 

Chapter 10 - Lynsey
“This party doesn’t seem like your scene.” 
He cocks his head. “How would you know what my scene is?” 
“You’re right, I don’t know. Yet another reason I shouldn’t move in with you.” 
He rolls his eyes and takes another drink, his Adam’s apple sliding up his thick neck as he swallows. “You’re right, this isn’t my scene.” 
“I knew it.” 
“I prefer smaller groups.” 
I nod. “I could have guessed that.” 
“This is why you should move in with me.” He steps closer, his eyes dancing with mirth. “You know me better than you’re willing to admit.” 
“So you say.” I press my hand to his stomach to stop him from invading my space anymore. 
His spicy aftershave is intoxicating as my fingers flatten on the ridges of his abs. My body instantly wants to snake my arms inside his jacket and enjoy the heat of him against me, press our bodies together so he completely envelops me. 
Fuck these fucking pregnancy hormones. 
And fuck the memories of that night we had sex months ago that still course through my mind like it was only yesterday. 
He peeks at my hand. “Once upon a time, you liked what I said.” 
“When was that?” I lift my eyes to him. “When you were telling me I was crazy? Or accusing me of feigning amnesia?” 
He cocks his head and the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk. “More like when you were spread out naked on my bed.” 
My cheeks flush, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quiet the need that swells in my core. 
He watches me curiously. “Are you feeling hot, Jones?” 
“Hot?” Am I hot? When did my hand move to his pec?
His eyes rove over my face. “Your cheeks are red.” 
I swallow and turn away to fan myself, hating how much I love the way he says my last name. “There are a lot of people in here.” 
He leans in, his whiskered cheek sliding against mine as his breath caresses my ear, “Which is why I won’t tell you what other parts of your body I love to see flushed red.” 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance. 
For more of Amy's work, visit: http://www.amydawsauthor.com

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