Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Perfect Distraction

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Hello to my fellow contemporary romance readers! Yes, I’m one of you—I read contemporary romance (still do) long before I wrote them. I’m still a little in shock that I’m publishing my first novel, if I’m being honest!

I’m an oncology pharmacist by day, and while I love my job I find I desperately need an escape into a happy world of flirting and happiness every once in a while. The heroine of Perfect Distraction holds the same job as I do, so I didn’t journey far from my routine when I wrote this story.

But we do have one major difference: I’ve never fallen for a patient.

Here’s an excerpt to give you a little taste:

Anticipation spread through her as she checked the board and went to the room he was in. She knocked on the door before entering, as she did every time she went to see a patient, and walked in.

Andrew was alone.

Lauren closed the door behind her and walked forward two steps, then stopped.

The expression on Andrew’s face was unlike anything she’d ever seen. His eyes trailed down her body and back up, slowly.


Andrew shook his head as if to clear his vision. “You’re wearing scrubs.”

She fidgeted. “So?”

“I’ve never seen you in scrubs before.”

“I woke up late,” she said defensively, her eyebrows furrowing slightly when Andrew stood up. She loved how tall he was. “Someone kept me up late texting, and I didn’t have time to—”

“Let me stop you right there,” Andrew interrupted. “What I should have led with is how hot you look in scrubs.”

Lauren’s cheeks warmed. “Oh.” She backed up a step as he closed in on her. “Andrew, what are you doing?”

His hands came up to rest on her waist. He looked down at her. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m so glad it was you. I took a chance. I’ve missed you. How do you feel?”

“Great,” she whispered. She needed to stop this. Move away from him, away from his hands and his scent and his intense eyes. But it was hard to breathe now that his thumbs were sliding up and down along her hips. “Andrew...” she whispered. Her heart rate sped up and her breath joined the race. “I can’t...we can’t. I’m at work. If someone saw us like this...” Speaking the words aloud restored some of her willpower, and she gently slid his hands away from her body. The loss of the warmth of his fingers almost made her want to cry.

Andrew dropped his hands to his sides, then lifted one closed fist to his mouth. He shook his head slowly. “But... the scrubs...”

Lauren laughed a little. “What’s the deal? You have a fetish or something?”

Andrew swallowed. “I had it bad for Isabel Stephens.”

“From Grey’s Anatomy?”

“I binge-watched it a few summers ago. Couldn’t get over how hot she looked in those blue scrubs...with that drawstring that’s so easy to tug loose...and I don’t know how it’s possible, but you look ten times sexier than she ever did.” Andrew’s eyelids lowered slightly, and his free hand inched toward her waist.

“Andrew, you’re not taking my pants off!”

He jerked his hand away, and his eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry. You’d better go.” He moved back a step. “And don’t wear those around me again, unless we’re not here.”

A tingle shot down her spine, and the temperature in the room seemed to increase by ten degrees. Andrew’s gaze was hot on hers, and his nostrils flared slightly with his heavy breathing. Suddenly he was right in front of her again. He softly touched her face, sliding his fingers across her cheek.

“Just a quick kiss,” he said. “Then you can get back to work.”

“That’s not a good idea.” Still, she leaned closer.

“I know. But I can’t...”

Lauren’s protest died on her lips, because suddenly his were pressed against them, causing the most wonderful friction and sending her stomach into a free fall.

The door opened.

Lauren pushed Andrew back at the same time he lurched away from her.

Kiara froze with the door partially open.

It looked bad. Even if Kiara hadn’t seen the actual kiss—and that was a big IF—the scene now was just as bad. Lauren’s back was against the wall, her cheeks flushed and her hands shaking. Andrew stood awkwardly in the middle of the room looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I—” Andrew began.

“I’ll come back,” Kiara interrupted. With a purse of her lips and a disapproving glance at Lauren, she shut the door.


Lauren Taylor isn’t thinking about love, especially not with the impossibly attractive man she accidentally spilled coffee all over. He’s out of her league and she’s focused on finishing her oncology pharmacy residency. She’s sworn off men who are too handsome for their own good, anyway.
Andrew Bishop can’t stop thinking about the gorgeous redhead who crashed into him and then disappeared, even though he should have way more on his mind – like dealing with his Hodgkin Lymphoma diagnosis and finishing out his last year in law school. When Andrew and Lauren run into each other at the cancer center where she’s working and he’s being treated, they try to keep it professional. They can be friends, and nothing more.
But sometimes life has other plans…
Allison will be giving away a signed copy of PERFECT DISTRACTION to one lucky person leaving a comment or email entry. 

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  1. Oh my gosh. I love this excerpt. This sounds like s story I would definitely like.

  2. Wow! this sounds like a great read!

  3. Curious if the relationship impacts Lauren's residency.


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