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Doctor’s Orders

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Nicole Elliot

Ellie Wild

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B073QW7NCS
Book Information:

My missile will hit Hailey’s target. Again and again. Cocky, arrogant, playboy.
But that was before. Before the war. Before my father died and my life changed.
Now people’s lives are in my hands. As a medic in the Army, I was the one they counted on.
But Hailey Clarke doesn’t count on me. Not after I left her four years ago.
She treats me like the enemy, can’t say I blame her.
My new mission? Get under Hailey’s skirt, and maybe into her heart.
I’ll ask her to be my study partner for Med school. Get back into her good graces.
We’ll be up all night long.
I don’t know if we’ll get an A, but I’ll definitely give her an O.
Hailey is hiding something though, which might make us both fail.
While I was away saving lives, she was raising our son.
I might be becoming a doctor, but can I heal our broken hearts?

Doctor’s Orders is a hot Second Chance Doctor Romance. It has a HEA and NO Cliffhanger. There are a few bonus books (including an EXCLUSIVE book, Doctor’s Fake Proposal) for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

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Nicole Elliot Books

Ellie Wild Books

Prologue

“What did you get for number three?” I asked, peering over his shoulder.

“Mono, the kissing disease.”

“Me too.” I flashed him a smile.

“Weird name for an illness,” he responded, his eyes meeting mine. God, he was gorgeous. Why did he have to look so good? I was supposed to be focusing on the material.

“Ha, yeah I guess.” I moved my hair out of my face.

He moved closer to me, “I mean the only way to get it is through saliva.”

He licked his lips.

This should be gross, I told myself, we’re discussing diseases. But instead all I could think about were his lips on mine.

“So tomorrow is the final. I think we should go celebrate afterwards.” He winked at me.

“Oh? Where do you want to go?”

“Out, anywhere. As long as it’s with you,” he paused. “And you wear those jeans you had on last week for chem.”

“What?” I asked, shocked. I knew exactly what jeans he was talking about. So maybe I had worn them to get his attention. Maybe.

“Because tomorrow, after we pass this class, I am getting my hands into those jeans Hailey Clarke,” he said just above a whisper. My pussy ached in response.

The anticipation of having Wyatt’s hands on my body was going to kill me.

I was sure of it.

Chapter One: Wyatt

I fucking hated November third.

The harsh thought bounced off the walls of my head and seemed to echo across the empty cemetery. The angry thought remained private though.

My mom and I were visiting his grave.

We stood in front of his headstone, staring down at the slab of rock that was supposed to represent his life. Instead, it only represented his absence.

A small American flag whipped back and forth in the wind, creating a steady rhythm to which we could mark our grief.

November third arrived too soon every year.

It would always be the worst day of the year.

Five years had passed since my father died and it still felt like yesterday. This year, my mom didn’t cry. We visited the grave and said our obligatory prayers. I took a short walk so my mom could speak to him alone. I did this with her every year, but I never understood why. Part of me knew it was just a way to make her feel better, that it helped her feel close to him. A bigger part of me thought it was a giant waste of time. What was the point of talking to a rock?

He wasn’t there.

Still, it was a nice change to visit the cemetery and not have to support my sobbing mom back to the car. She didn’t shed a single tear. She was just quiet through the whole thing.

Something had clicked inside of her a few months ago. I could tell the difference immediately. She still felt his loss in her soul, but it no longer crippled her daily life. She finally found a sense of peace.

I was happy for her, I really was. I just would have been happier if we could stop our yearly visits all together. For me, it never got easier to look at his name on that headstone.

Anderson Wyatt Murphy

It was bold and large. Because he was one of the newer residents in the Bradberry cemetery, his headstone stood out among the rest. While others were beginning to fade, his name could be read from fifty yards away.

Every time I laid eyes on it, I was forced to remember him in ways I didn’t want to. I could still see the coffin they unloaded off that plane. There was an American flag laid across it. My mom still had that flag, folded tightly in a memory box in her bedroom.

He died in combat, thousands of miles away from home. Mom and I didn’t get to say goodbye. He was just gone. It almost killed us both, but while my mom retreated into herself for years after, I did the opposite.

At the time of my father’s death, I was pre-med. I had almost finished my Bachelor’s degree and I was getting ready to take the MCAT. Medical school was right around the corner, but all of that changed when my dad died. My entire life plan was thrown out the window and I knew there was only one thing I could do.

Enlist.

I joined the Army as a medic and spent four years serving my country. It was the best and worst four years of my life.

I flew around the world.

I helped people.

I saved lives.

But I was also reminded every day that no one was around to save my dad. If I had been a medic back then, would I have been able to keep him alive? If I had been there, if I had gotten to him fast enough, would he still be here?

Four years in the Army didn’t do anything to squash those thoughts.


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