Falling for Jordan

No names. No numbers. Just one wild night together and they'd go their separate ways. At least, that was her plan...

But not everything works out the way we want them to. Sometimes it involves a duet sung off-key... and a baby.

Some one-night stands are just that: one-night stands... unless you're Doctor Addison Rowe and it's an unexpected pregnancy - and a story she'll stick to about being a single mother... by choice.

Besides, after last year's scandal involving her colleague, Dr. Harlow James, and Dax Drexel, the much-younger man she ended up with, Addison's got a professional reputation to protect.

But when building contractor Jordan O'Halloran returns to New York after a year spent building schools in Southeast Asia, Addison will need to decide whether maintaining her reputation and being her mother's "perfect" daughter is more important than finding true love.

But first, she'll have to navigate through a maze of her Filipino-American family's expectations-and her own-and an ex-girlfriend who hasn't yet let go of her first love.

**This book is a lighthearted standalone story that follows after Everything She Ever Wanted (An Older Woman Younger Man Romance) featuring Dr. Harlow James and Dax Drexel. I hope you'll enjoy Addison and Jordan's story.

EXCERPT:

"No more teasing, big boy."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, a devilish grin brightening his handsome face. Copper hair, green-hazel eyes with a body made for sin, he's the epitome of the perfect man I never knew I've been dreaming of all my life. A man whose touch and attention easily makes me forget who I am, the doctor who works more hours a week than is good for her (especially her social life), and at thirty-three, is speeding way past her expiration date.

Is she still beautiful? Is she still sexy? Have her boobs started sagging?

But even if those boobs may already be heading south, no one has ever made me feel as beautiful and as sexy as he does right now, with a look, a smile, a touch. And for tonight, he's all I want. Right here, right now.

No names.

No numbers.

No one's calling anyone in the morning or next week... or next month.
Just tonight and we go our separate ways when it's over.

With the sun's rays slipping between the vertical blinds of his tenth-story apartment, it's our third time and heaven knows I need sleep. I'm on call in a few hours.

But I want more.

Just one more.

I need this. I want this.

And no one needs to know.

Tomorrow, I go back to my life and its regularly-scheduled programming-following up on patients, reading their charts, checking their electrolyte numbers... and being a good girl.

Until I'm not.

But just for tonight.