Ex Libris

It is a great pleasure to welcome back to Ex Libris the lovely Brooke Moss, who stops by today to tell you all about her brand new release, ! So please give her a warm welcome and read on to get a first glimpse of this fun story. ;-)

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?

Yup, you read that correctly, my heroine is pregnant, and she falls in love with her obstetrician. Oh, and he’s also dating her friend and business partner. Oh, and her mother is secretly in love with her pastor. Lots of drama, lots of fun side characters, and lots of fun romance in this book.

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 .

"I write because if I don't...my head will explode, and ruin the drapes." ♥ Brooke writes complex, character-driven stories about kismet, reunited lovers, first love, and the kind of romance that we should all have the chance at finding. She prefers her stories laced with some humor just for fun, and enough drama to keep her readers flipping the pages, and begging for more. When Brooke isn't spinning tales, she spends her time drawing/cartooning, reading, watching movies then comparing them to books, wrangling five kids, mugging on one hubby she lovingly refers to as her "nerd", and attempting to conquer the Mount Everest of laundry that is the bane of her existence. Brooke is also an avid Autism Awareness advocate, and a passionate foster/adoptive mother, who loves to share her experiences with anyone who will listen.

Find Brooke elsewhere on the web at www.brookemoss.com.

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