Hi Stella, and thanks for having me on your blog again! I can’t wait to share the details about my latest release, romantic comedy , with all of your gorgeous readers. It’s all about a single caterer, Lexie, who finds herself pregnant with no relationship prospects on the horizon. Things get even stickier when she meets her obstetrician, Fletcher, who also happens to be a hottie. *insert awkward pause here*
Wait, say what?
So I’ve been asked more than a few times: where in the world did I get the idea for such a peculiar book? And the answer is: Facebook.
A girlfriend of mine posted on her wall about how awkward it was to get through an appointment with her normal obstetrician’s partner—who also happened to be very good looking. She talked about how awkward it was, and how she wondered if she’d shaved her legs, etc, and the idea just blossomed in my mind. Shortly thereafter, Lexie and Fletcher were born.
I sure do hope my readers like this story! It was blast to write, and I found myself LOL-ing the whole time. My characters feel as much a part of my family as my own siblings are. I’ve included an excerpt for your blog readers. I hope they like it:
My brain had shut off. I was sitting there, naked from the waist down, covered in a glorified quicker picker upper, staring at the best-looking man I’d ever seen.
“She’s fine.” Candace snickered. The lovely doctor’s eyes brightened.
“Candace? What’s up? Is this your sister?”
“Cousin. She just found out she’s pregnant.” Candace nudged me. “Say hello, Lex.”
“Hello, Lex. Er, Dr. Haybee.” I blinked a few times and focused on the tee shirt underneath his worn denim button down. Holy hell, it was a vintage Aerosmith tee shirt! If there were water in the examination room, he would probably walk on it.
“Call me Fletcher.” His accent made my toes, clad only in blue and white striped socks with dancing hippos on the heels (what was I thinking?) curl deliciously. “Any cousin of Candace and Brian’s is a friend of mine.”
I ignored Candace’s knowing grin, as I tried to put on my game face. Well, as much of a game face as I could have without any pants on. “You... you don’t look like a doctor.”
“Thank you. I take that as a compliment.” He grinned and the corners of his eyes crinkled. I swear to God a ray of sunshine busted through the roof, illuminating him.
“He’s the best OB in town.” Candace announced proudly. “Remember when I had preeclampsia with Ellie’s pregnancy and had bed rest?”
I peeled my eyes away from Fletcher. “Uh huh.”
“Fletcher did all of the appointments in my last trimester at our house.” She beamed. “How many doctors do house calls these days?”
Glancing back at Fletcher, who was nodding humbly, I replied, “Not many.”
He laughed, and the deep, rumbling sound made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. “That’s just one of the perks of being friends with your obstetrician.”
I was staring at him. I couldn’t help it. How did I miss this guy through all three of Candace’s pregnancies? Why hadn’t she dragged me to this office sooner?
Say when I wasn’t pregnant and my face wasn’t the same shade of grey as a gas station bathroom?
Fletcher put down my file and approached me. “Well, Lexie, it’s nice to meet you.” “It’s nice to meet you, too.” We shook hands, and I bit the insides of my cheeks. “My nurse tested the urine sample you left in the restroom, and as you know, you’re pregnant. Congratulations.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “Otherwise, your white cell count looked good, and there wasn’t too much protein in your urine, so that’s great. Was this a planned pregnancy?”
I swallowed and ignored Candace’s eyes probing the side of my face. “No.”
His expression softened. “Do you want to discuss options? Are you planning to parent the child?”
“Yes. Of course.” I tucked my hair behind my ears. “I always hoped to have children. Just didn’t plan on doing it alone.”
Fletcher appeared surprised. “Oh, you’ll be a single mom?” “Yes. Unless you’d like to marry me.” I mumbled that last part. “Excuse me?” He asked. “Nothing!” I squeaked. I fought the urge to slap myself on the forehead, and looked away from his bright eyes.
There was something really wrong with me if I was this attracted to my obstetrician. I mean, within a matter of minutes, he was going to be looking at my crotch, for pete’s sake. And not in a Fifty Shades of Grey way, either. Argh.
Again, thanks for having me here today. I hope everyone enjoys .
Book #1 in the This & That series
At thirty years old, caterer Lexie Baump has a lot on her plate. With a business to run, she doesn’t have time for any added distractions. But one momentary indiscretion adds a little hiccup to Lexie’s plans. She’s pregnant. With no relationship prospects.
But if Lexie thought fighting morning sickness while running a catering business was hard, enter Dr. Fletcher Haybee. Their connection is instant, and their love of vintage rock tee shirts and Elvis music is enough to bond them for life. There are just two minor problems.
One: he’s dating her oversexed best friend. Two: he’s also her obstetrician.
With events to cater, awkward OB appointments to endure, and her ever-growing baby bump making it impossible to close her jeans, Lexie has to find a way to curb her undeniable attraction toward Fletcher and focus on her new role as a working mother. But it certainly isn’t easy when its clear Fletcher himself feels the same magnetic pull toward Lexie.
Can Lexie leave the gorgeous Fletcher for her best friend to chew up and spit out, or will she cave to her feelings and find love in the stirrups? Life is about to get messy, and we're not just talking about crumbs in the car seat...
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