Courted

By Sarah Hadley Brook

Dr. Kevin Matthews is so wrapped up in his work, he hasn’t found time for love or even casual fun in far too long.

When gorgeous new nurse Mac Winters shows up at the hospital, the attraction between him and Kevin is immediate and intense. After several weeks of flirting and heated stares, they finally spend an evening getting to know each other.

Unfortunately, just when things turn hot and heavy, Mac announces he’s abstaining from sex because he’s tired of hookups and wants something real. Then he surprises Kevin by announcing he’s going to court the doctor. Can two modern men have an old-fashioned romance – and build something true and lasting together -- while taking sex out of the equation?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Aug 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781634866804

Sarah Hadley Brook

Sarah Hadley Brook reserves her evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures up in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go. She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “happily ever after” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life. For more information, visit sarahhadleybrookwrites.com.

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Chapter 1

Dr. Kevin Matthews was not having a good day. Patients were late, his scheduler was on maternity leave, and the guy filling in for her had already screwed up three appointments. Not to mention his coffee tasted like mud.

God, he’d be glad to get Patricia back.

He rubbed his temple as he reviewed the notes in a file of an upcoming patient, and wondered if he had enough time to run down to the hospital cafeteria and grab some coffee. It wasn’t the best either, but it would beat what he had in his mug by a mile.

A gentle rap on the open office door had him glancing up from his desk and staring into the deepest blue eyes he’d ever seen. No, scratch that. They weren’t just blue. They were sapphire. Sapphire under long dark lashes. His breath caught in his throat and his heart pounded in his ears.

The man’s eyes crinkled as a smile spread across his face, and that’s when Kevin realized the man knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on him. He shook his head and tore away his gaze, glancing at the paperwork in front of him. Yes? he asked, hoping he sounded aloof.

You’re Dr. Matthews? Radiology?

His velvety baritone struck a chord in Kevin and shot directly to his cock. He was rock hard in an instant. Shit. It had been way too long.

Yes, he answered, pretending to review the file, although it could have been written in Russian for all he knew.

I was sent down by Dr. Thornton to see if you could squeeze someone in today. I tried to call, but was put on hold and disconnected three times. There was hint of laughter in his voice.

My usual scheduler is out. And the temp is…less than competent. He sighed and forced himself to look up. God, the man had to be at least five or six inches taller than his own six-one. He couldn’t help but stare. Again. The stranger looked like a warrior, with a mass of wavy dark brown hair falling down just far enough to curl around his ears and around his neck. The man brushed a wisp of hair behind his ear and Kevin fought the shudder at the sight of his strong hands. He had a straight nose, cheeks that could have been chiseled from marble, and full rosy lips. The dark beard he wore close to his skin made Kevin want to feel the stubble against his own skin. But the small dimple in his chin was the cherry on the sundae for Kevin, and he wanted to lick it.

Hell, he wanted to lick every inch of this man and he let his gaze roam over him. Broad shoulders, dark hair poking out the top of his scrubs. Oh, God, he loved a hairy man.

The sound of the man clearing his throat pulled Kevin back to reality, and his face burned as their eyes met. His heart raced and he tried to pull himself together. What the hell had they been talking about?

The guy stepped into the office, his massive shoulders brushing the doorjamb as he moved closer to the desk. A hint of musk filled the small room, and Kevin’s nostrils flared. The man’s sapphire eyes twinkled and another smile played at his lips. See anything you like? he asked, his voice low and husky.

Kevin swallowed hard and tried to look away. He was used to being the one in charge. He was the one who put men off their game. Yet here he sat, every inch of his body vibrating with need. Never in his life had he had this reaction to anyone. Unsettled, he grabbed the edge of his desk with both hands. But in answer to the question, Kevin nodded. How could he not?

Another flash of a smile, then the man was all business again. So, any chance you can fit someone in?

Kevin nodded again, pretended to look at his calendar. Two P.M., he said, with no real idea if he had room or not. It didn’t matter—he would fit in the patient somehow. He just needed to