BXTCHES Gotta Warn: I am so about to shock the shit out of all you BXTCHES and even I can’t believe that I’m about to
utter type the following, but. . .this book can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. While I loved Dr. OB (book #1) and I highly recommend that you read it, the only thing really tying these two book together is the reality show that the two (and eventually three) doctors become a part of and even that is just a whisper in this story. Other than that, the main ones from the first installment do make some appearances, but it’s not enough to take away from Scott, Harlow and any other facet that makes this book so fucking great. So, let’s get started, shall we?
Dr. ER will be told through the POV of both Harlow and Scott.
If you skipped straight over the introduction to Will (book #1), no worries, Max Monroe does a good job with a quick hello during the prologue. This is where we also meet Scott Shepard or what he soon becomes known as. . .Dr. ERotic. Now, I’m all about being somewhat of a polite BXTCH, so in case the whole OB/GYN scene wasn’t for you or maybe you’re just now discovering the genius that is Max Monroe and you decided that this is where you want to start, we are gonna have to play a quick game of catch-up. Will Cummings, Scott Shepard and Nick Raines (coming to us in much greater detail on August 29) have all agreed to allow cameras to follow them around and star in a docuseries. It didn’t go too well for Will, but he did get the girl in the end, so all is good. Now it’s Dr. Shepard’s turn, but I think we should kick things off with Harlow, our feisty leading lady.
Frances Harlow Paige is busy living the single life in NYC. She’s got herself a tried and true bestie in Amanda, her parents are happily divorced and she works as a columnist at Gossip magazine, a job she isn’t too thrilled about, but does pay the bills. Except for the fact that it’s been ages since a dick has put a smile on her face, life ain’t too terribly shabby. The needing a dick to put a smile on her face is where we first meet up with Harlow.
Long story short, Harlow needed to get laid, like yesterday, so in her desperation, she agrees to go out on a date with Barron Alexander Conrad III-if someone with a pretentious name like that even knows how to work a cock, I’m gonna need to see it. . .live. Anywho, a vagina that hasn’t been well used lately, will suffer through just about anything, because Harlow’s goal is definitely one that ends with shouty affirmations to our Lord and Savior, but instead all she gets instead is a gash on the forehead and the shouty words to our Lord and Savior takes on a different tone.
I hope you can see where this story is going, well at least see where part of it is going. After Barron the third passes out, too much blood and all that jazz, Harlow finds herself in the St. Luke’s emergency room. Any guess who the head of the ER department and the doctor on duty is?
So far being the star of a reality tv show has its perks, the job is going wonderfully and the women are lining up. . .when he gets the privilege of sewing up one Harlow Paige, his interest had certainly been piqued, too bad hers wasn’t.
Columnist for a gossip magazine. . .hot doctor who happens to also be the star of a reality tv show. . .this shit can basically write itself, but considering that it’s what Harlow does, then we’ll just leave it our leading lady.
Scott doesn’t do relationships, a previous bad experience has put Harlow off from making any sort of commitment. . .Harlow gets the inside scoop on one fuckhot doctor and Scott discovers that Dr.ERotic loves a good challenge and the feisty columnist is turning him on like no one previous. . .I mean c’mon this is the shit that great rom-coms are made of.
But don’t worry BXTCHES, Max Monroe does throw some drama our way, I mean you can’t fuck your way through a chunk of the population and not have some of that broken heart not come back and bite you right in the dick. And, Harlow brings her own set of luggage to the party. So, it’s not all fun and games and stitches and dicks, there’s gonna be a part of this book that may have your heart dropping a bit.
Besides the ability to tell fantastic stories, Max Monroe is brilliant when it comes to writing supporting characters. The magic was brought to us first in the Billionaire Bad Boys Series and it continues to be the case for this one. Usually when I dive into a series, I can’t wait to catch up with the ones that I have already fallen for, but we didn’t get that a lot here, it was brief and I wasn’t even disappointed. And to be honest, I wouldn’t be mad if we were able to get some backstory on the parental units that come from any of these series, that is how well they are written. They are witty, they are hilarious, they are inappropriate, they are loving. . .basically, they are everything one should strive to be when the time comes to shit out some offspring. Every character written to tell this story, played the part and played it well. . .they all helped in making the page turn, while keeping the story captivating.
The sex was good, which if you have already plowed through Kline and Georgia OR Thatch and Cassie OR Wes and Winnie OR Will and Melody, then you know how well the dancing goes down between the sheets in a Max Monroe book, but as crazy as it may sound, my favorite part of the panty melting action in Dr. ER happened to be the dirty talk, I’m a sucker for some words that make the toes curl and those words got used in all the right places. I’m telling you BXTCHES the dirty word dictionary went to work overtime because they hit right when the time was right.
Lots of couples have been brought to life by the two who call themselves Max Monroe and while I don’t know who occupies the top spot (it really just depends on who I’m reading at that moment), I do believe that Scott and Harlow are close to it. In my experience, sometimes it’s hard to top the lead off couple in a series, but Max Monroe managed to pull the impossible. . .so now I guess we have to wait and see how hard we fall for Nick.
I think I’m nine books into the fabulousness that is Max Monroe and I have yet to be disappointed. Every page turned, every story told, every character created. . .was worth the time spent. And while I still may not know who Max or Monroe actually are (though I always think I’m starting to figure it out), as long as they keep giving me the humor mixed with great stories and characters that I fall in love with, not to mention the escape they are so kind to bless me with. . .so in a nutshell, I don’t give a fuck what you call yourself as long as you continue to call yourselves storytellers.