Dr. Smythe is the youngest (and for my money, the prettiest) Medical Examiner in Nashville, Tennessee, only I didn’t know it last night when she was between my legs and just Soula.
This morning, we meet again as our careers cross paths and if I wasn’t concentrating on not spilling my guts from the nasty fumes of this D.O.A., it’d be awkward as hell.
Our eyes meet over the autopsy table…
…The autopsy table absolutely covered in melty, gooey human remains that are long past recognizable…
I open my mouth to speak. The name, Soula, is right there on my tongue.
Unfortunately, so is the stench–and taste of putrescine.
When I wake up on a scratchy, tweed couch with a pounding headache, Soula’s handing me something steamy in a Dolly Parton mug. She’s just as beautiful in her light green scrubs as she was naked in my bed last night, but her expression is clear–She wants nothing more to do with me.
But I want everything to do with her.
Soula and Waylon have an awkward one night stand then an even more awkward meeting in a professional capacity the next morning. Their introduction was unorthodox, but it fits for this couple. There’s a lot of angst for Soula because of her family and her social anxiety but Waylon has infinite patience for her, he’s adorable.
I’m struggling to talk about this book without hinting at spoilers but their story is steamy, funny and sweet. I didn’t connect with these characters much at first but once they started to open up, that changed. There was one revelation in particular I was waiting for and would have liked to see it a bit earlier in the story because I would’ve understood the characters better, but I still loved Soula and Waylon’s story.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
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