It’s just a docuseries about your career as an OB/GYN, they said.
It won’t interrupt your life during or after filming, they said.
It is a great opportunity for the hospital and your practice, they said.
Well, they—the television executives who seem intent on ruining my career and personal life with a fair number of creative liberties—lied.
Now I’m stuck dealing with the consequences of believing them.
Instead of being known as Dr. Will Cummings, Head of Obstetrics and Gynecology at St. Luke’s Hospital, I’m now being called Dr. Obscene.
What devotion I’d hoped to earn in respect, I’ve instead received in patients flashing me seductive smiles and flirtatious winks during their exams.
How’s a guy supposed to convince the most perfect woman he’s ever met that he’s not as much of an idiot in real life as he appears to be on camera?
With all of the show’s side effects taking root like parasites, it’s going to take a lot to persuade Melody Marco to be anything more than my new nurse.
But I can’t get her out of my head.
I want her.
Good thing I’ve never been one to back away from a challenge…
Get ready, Melody.
The doctor is in.
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3.75 out of 5 ‘Delightfully Adorable’ Stars
So my brain feels pretty off with my expectations from the blurbs recently. I’m definitely a little more than upset that I’m more naive than I thought I was. But whatevs, that’s my problem. Onto the review….
Dr. OBscene was a super cute rom-com that had me laughing out loud and swooning whenever Will and his big stupidly sexy self entered the page. I thought his character was super sweet and endearing. Buuuuuuut, I guess I thought he was going to be a womanizing douche-nozzle and that wasn’t what he was; like at all. Even though he mentioned throughout the book about his playboy ways and carefree sex life, there wasn’t really much evidence to support it other than him saying so. And being a great guy is a wonderful quality but I felt like I was lead to believe that he was a player when in reality he was this super sweet, caring hunk of doctor.
Melody and Will were so perfect together with their very hysterically funny banter to the antics they both went through made this story oh-so-enjoyable. I seriously read this book with a goofy grin pretty much 98% of the time. I mean, soooo funny. I loved the secondary characters, especially both Will and Melody’s parents. I will seriously strive to be as crazy funny as both of their parents were. Crazy with a capital C!!!
Would I read another book by Max Monroe again? Definitely. Even though I felt like Will wasn’t even remotely alpha, he was still a great guy and perfect in this story. Wondering if any of the other secondary characters are going to get their own story. And if so…..who?
“Oh, come on. If I were really trying to torture you, I wouldn’t have protected you from the fact that Savannah has been in there trying to convince Georgie that, and I quote, it’d be the most natural thing in the world for you to be her obstetrician.”
Internally, I cringed. Externally, I cringed. In fact, it felt like Kline had just jabbed me in the back of the throat with his finger, and my gag reflex was doing nothing more than reacting accordingly—hacking cough, choking sensation, slight nausea.
I loved my career as a physician in obstetrics, but I’d sign up to flip burgers at the nearest fast-food joint if it meant avoiding doing vaginal exams on my sister. The mere thought was worse than that disgusting horror flick called The Human Centipede.
Seriously, if you’ve never seen that movie, don’t fucking see that movie.
That flick is more traumatic than the blue waffle and that “Two Girls One Cup” site combined.