One Moment Please by Amy Daws – LIVE NOW –

Author: Amy Daws
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 9, 2020
Cover Designer: Amy Daws
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Andrew Biernat

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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.

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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.”


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. 
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