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  Dr. Travis, I Love You

  ~A Secret Baby Medical Romance~

  © 2018

  By Cassandra Dee and Katie Ford

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

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  ALSO BY THE AUTHORS

  Standalones

  His Captive

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Beg Me: Sold To My Dad’s Boss

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Loving the Babysitter

  Reverse Harem

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  Six Ways to Sin

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Virgin for Sale

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  Anonymous Encounters

  MFMM Ménage Romance

  All the Best Men

  MMF Bisexual Romance

  Double Dare

  Double Exposure

  Their Secret

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  The Virgin Series

  Delivering the Virgin

  The Princes Series

  Double Princes

  Triple Princes

  Box Sets

  Taking the CEO Home

  Love Unbound

  DEDICATION

  To all the girls who fell in love with romance long ago.

  This one’s for you!

  BONUS MATERIAL

  Hi! Thanks so much for reading Dr. Travis, I Love You. As a special surprise, we’ve included a 30k, never before published bonus novella in this book called My Friend’s Dirty Uncle by the very talented Sarah May. Taboo? You betcha!

  Happy reading!

  Love,

  Cassie and Katie

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  Dr. Travis, I Love You: A Second Chance Romance

  The doctor is in …

  Dear Janie,

  It’s the end of my double shift and for the past sixteen hours, you’ve been on my mind.

  So I’ve decided to write you this letter in case work consumes my life and I never find the time to talk to you and tell you how I really feel.

  Last night was amazing.

  You know, I never expected you’d come knocking on my door. I just assumed that a pretty girl like you would be off the market.

  But you weren’t.

  And when you showed up at my door, soaking wet and sexy as hell, how was I supposed to resist that sort of temptation?

  I couldn’t. And neither could you.

  But there’s just one thing.

  We forgot to use protection. I hope it doesn’t make a difference, but seeing that you’re a ripe, curvy female, you can never be sure. So what now?

  Give me a ring and we’ll see.

  –Travis

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Dr. Travis, I Love You

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  My Friend’s Dirty Uncle

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Twin Stepbrothers Exposed

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  EPILOGUE

  The Dirty Virgin

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  A Baby for the Billionaire

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  EPILOGUE

  Ruthless

  P
ROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  Obsessed

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  A SNEAK PEEK

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  MORE BY CASSANDRA DEE

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  Chapter 1

  Janie

  “What are you doing this weekend?”

  I looked up to find Mandy staring at me with that intense expression of hers.

  “I’m not sure, yet. Guess I’ll just stay in and watch a movie by myself,” was my noncommittal answer, stirring the contents of my coffee before taking a sip. With a quick glance at my watch, I groaned in realization. Our lunch break would be over in five minutes. Today was just one of those days – an eternity of cashing checks and making deposits. Sometimes I questioned my decision to become a bank teller. Was this really what was in store for the rest of my life?

  “Oh, come on. Why don’t you go out with me and the girls? It’ll be a lot of fun. You can’t keep shutting yourself up in that apartment all the time. You’ll never meet someone,” she chided. “You can be my wing girl and we’ll both go home lucky. What do you say?” With a sly grin, Mandy leaned in and winked. “Unless, of course, you’re scared.”

  “I’m not scared,” was my protest. “I’m just… not looking.”

  Mandy rolled her eyes. “That’s the oldest excuse in the book, Janie. No one wants to be lonely. Come on, you won’t regret it.”

  I bit my bottom lip, contemplating the options. The last time I went out with Mandy, she ditched me at the bar and I had to take a cab home by myself. The driver tried to hit on me the entire ride. I don’t want to relive that experience. But, on the other hand, it would be a nice change of pace to find someone.

  “I don’t know….”

  “Why don’t you think about it?” urges my friend. “It’ll be fun.”

  “Okay,” is my half-hearted answer. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

  With that, our break was over. Now it was back to work for the both of us.

  For the rest of the day, I was on autopilot, barely thinking as I went through the motions with a plastered smile on my face. By the time my shift was over, exhaustion wracked my frame. My brain had turned into a pile of mush.

  “You ready to go?” Mandy asked, dangling her keys in front of my face.

  I nodded silently and together, we walked to her car. It was a beat-up Toyota Corolla that liked to break down at least once a month, but it was better than taking public transport to work every day. I tried the subway for a week, but the masses of teeming people made me claustrophobic, nervous and trembling with beads of sweat breaking out on my brow. It was better to catch a ride with Mandy.

  “Hurry up!” I shouted through the window, jumping from one foot to the other, trying to keep myself warm. It was unusually cold and the thin blouse I had on wasn’t doing much to protect me from the harsh winds.

  “Hold on, the lock’s stuck again,” my friend mumbled.

  I groaned. The last time this happened, I couldn’t get into her car for a good fifteen minutes.

  “I’ll just ride in the back –”

  “– Don’t!”

  I froze in place, hand outstretched. “What?”

  “The back door’s having trouble too.”

  “What? How?” I leaned down, looking at her through the window. “How the hell do you keep breaking the doors on your car? What are you doing in the backseat, anyway?” I paused, realization rushing to my brain. “Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

  Mandy giggled. “Just give me a minute. I need to wiggle it loose.”

  “Alright, just hurry up. I’m going to lose a toe soon.”

  “Don’t be so dramatic,” she scoffed. “It’s not that cold.”

  To my relief, Mandy managed to open the passenger door in record time. Quickly, I jumped inside only to sit on something. “Eww, what was that?” I asked, afraid of the answer. “I swear –”

  “Calm down, it’s just a cinnamon roll. I was going to eat it for break, but I forgot it.” Without hesitation, she slid her hand under my butt, grabbing the smooshed dessert.

  “Hey! Watch it.”

  She smirked. “Janie, really, you have to stop being such a prude. It’s not a bad thing if someone touches your butt.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I just don’t want you touching my butt. I wouldn’t mind if someone else did, preferably someone male and sexy ….” My voice trailed off, mind wandering to the one man I had been thinking about all day.

  Travis.

  Or Dr. Travis Knight, to be precise.

  He was my neighbor, living just across the hall. For months, we’d say our pleasantries, but our interactions never ventured much further than that. I was too shy to make a move and he seemed too busy for a girl like me. It’s a shame, really, because he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life by far.

  “Does that mean you have someone in mind?” Mandy asked with a grin, turning on her car.

  It rumbled loudly as the engine shook to life, sending vibrations running through my body. But when Mandy stopped turning the key, it sputtered and died.

  “Dammit,” she hissed under her breath.

  I leaned into my seat and closed my eyes, thankful that I wouldn’t have to answer her question.

  On the third try, the car finally roared to life and stayed running, allowing Mandy to pull out of the lot and head home. “So, are you going to answer me or not?”

  Crap, my friend hadn’t forgotten.

  “Um…”

  “I know that look, Janie,” she giggled. “You’re thinking about someone! Who is he? What’s his name? What does he look like? What does he do? Tell me everything!” Mandy assaulted me with her questions, eyes bright with curiosity. “Fess up.”

  I bit my lip. “It’s no one.”

  “Don’t do this to me, Janie. I’ll stop this car and hold you hostage until you tell me.”

  My eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me,” my buddy smirked.

  I groaned. “This is so unfair.”

  Mandy grinned again. “Spill it.”

  “Fine.” Nervously, I rubbed my palms against my knees, trying to wipe away the sweat that had accumulated there. My fingers shook. Why was I feeling this way? It was just a harmless crush – it wasn’t like he was going to notice me.

  “You must really like him if it’s taking you this long,” Mandy commented, drumming her thumb against the steering wheel. “Are you guys dating yet?”

  “No.”

  “Oh? A one-night stand then?”

  “No.”

  “Then what is he? Or who is he?”

  I bit my lip.

  “Just my neighbor,” came my mumble. “It’s no big deal.”

  But Mandy was already running with it.

  “Ooo, easy access. I like the way you think, girl.” She chuckled. “So what have you guys been up to? Is that why you’
ve been spending so much time ‘alone’ in your apartment?” she asked with a wink.

  “No. It’s not like that. Please don’t get the wrong idea.” My cheeks reddened at the thought. I’d be lying if I said I never fantasized about Dr. Travis in my apartment but that’s all they are – fantasies. He would never go for someone like me, chubby with windblown curls and thick-framed glasses. That was pie in the sky, and I knew it. Most likely, Dr. Travis probably already had a girlfriend or something and I was just wasting my time pining for him.

  But Mandy interrupted my thoughts then.

  “So, what’s it like then?” she asked curiously.

  “We’re just neighbors. We say hi from across the hall. That’s it.”

  “That’s it?” Mandy looked at me, disappointment painted on her features. “Here I was, thinking that you finally got some and you’re telling me that you only say hi to this guy? Come on, Janie, you can do better than that. Have you made a move yet?”

  “No.” My cheeks flushed.

  “Why not?”

  “I couldn’t…” Just the thought of approaching my neighbor made me incredibly nervous. “You know how shy I get.”

  “Aww, babe.” She reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. “You have nothing to be shy about. You’re beautiful and whoever this guy is, he’d be lucky to have you and you know it.”

  I nodded gratefully.

  “Yeah… but…”

  “No buts, I want you to talk to him.”

  “I don’t know,” was my mumble. A blush had traveled all over my face, turning me as red as a tomato. It felt like my skin was on fire. “What if he doesn’t like me?” the words tumbled out.

  “Well, you’ll never know if you don’t try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

  In that instant, a million scenarios swirled around in my head – none of them good. “I just think –”

  “No. Don’t think. That’s your problem. You always overthink everything. You need to think with your heart for once.”

  “Mandy, I’m not like you,” was my stiff reply, slightly offended. But my friend wasn’t bothered at all.

  “That’s why I’m telling you to follow your heart.” She laughed. “If you were like me, you’d be thinking with your body.”