Strictly Professional
Stud Service 1

Professional Reviews

5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "As with other Sandy Sullivan titles I've read, Strictly Professional is a fantastic read. It's a sensual, romantic story with multiple misunderstandings that leave you just itching to help them resolve things and declare their love. Brandon and Savannah try not to get involved because they work together, but they can't help but give in to temptation. I love it when the author makes us feel it…that they really can't resist one another. The story is well written and Sandy added just the right amount of sizzle to their romantic encounters. You'd better keep a cold drink on hand to read this one! Strictly Professional should be on everyone's Must Read list and I've already recommended it to my friends and family. I love a great cowboy romance and this one fits the bill!" -- Shelly, Dark Diva Reviews

5 TEACUPS: "Sandy Sullivan did an awesome job with these two and Strictly Professional is the first in an already great series. I loved it from the beginning to the end for Sandy kept it fast paced with not one dull moment with these two. Great thing about Strictly Professional is you get to know a little more about her sisters and her parents. Can’t wait for more!" -- Lena, Happily Ever After Reviews

4 KISSES: "Strictly Professional is the first in the Stud Service series by Sandy Sullivan. The depth of Savannah’s character really made me want to know more about her. She has many layers that shine through in this novel. She is tough, caring, and a great person who has a lot of love to give the right person. Brandon is a cowboy with a heart of gold. He comes from money and has yet to meet a woman who isn’t impressed by it, but Savannah has her own money and doesn’t need his. She wants Brandon for himself and that is the most powerful draw of all for Brandon. The chemistry between these two really leaps off the pages and will make you want to know what is around the corner for these two lovers. I cannot wait to read more in the Stud Service by Ms. Sullivan if Strictly Professional is anything to go by I will adore that book as well." -- Tina, TwoLips Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

“Let’s get one thing straight here. You are the resident and I’m the attending.” His eyes narrowed. “I cleared a CT scan for the patient in room one, not room four. The patient in room one’s name is Anders, not Sanders.”

“Well you know what? Right now I don’t give a shit who you are or if you screwed up and cleared the wrong patient. There is a little girl lying there with a tube down her throat and several cracked ribs because her heart stopped for a reason. Her father is sitting in the conference room waiting to know what the hell is going on and I have to tell him something.” She brushed away a tear that escaped and cut a path down her cheek. “His wife is dead in the next room and his daughter may not make it.”

Brandon grabbed the upper part of her arm and pulled her toward the door.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“We aren’t discussing this in front of the patient or where anyone else might hear this conversation.” He continued to pull her down the hall until they reached the physicians’ lounge. She looked over her shoulder and flushed with embarrassment when at least ten sets of eyes focused on her. Brandon punched the code in the door while she struggled to pull her arm from his grasp, but he wasn’t letting go.

He pushed her inside, scanned the room quickly for anyone else’s presence, and then slammed the door shut behind them. “Now, I think you need to give this case over to someone else. You are obviously too close and cannot treat the patient objectively.”

A gasped fell from her lips. “You’re taking me off Molly’s case?”

“Yes.”

“N-no. You can’t!”

“You can’t treat her when you’re so involved.”

Savannah sank down onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her middle. She rocked back and forth for a moment before she raised her gaze to his. “Please. Don’t take me off. I need to see this through.”

Brandon sat next to her. “Doctor Gibson...”

“Savannah.”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Savannah.”

“All right—Savannah. You’ve had a rough day if our collision earlier was any indication. You were apparently upset then, too. I think you need to take a step back from Molly’s case and let someone else take care of her. You seem to be too involved.”

Coming to her feet, she started to pace. “Doctor Cooper.”

“Since we are passing out first names, you can call me Brandon.”

“Brandon, I’m sorry about our run in. Yes, I was upset because of something someone said about my ability to be a physician.” Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth and she chewed it for a moment before she continued. “I feel close to Molly. I sat with her. I held her hand, but I couldn’t tell her that her mother died. Now I feel responsible.”

 The warmth of his hands on her shoulders, made her tense before she relaxed. Firm and steady, the heat of his skin seeped through her lab coat and her scrubs to spread down her arms and back again.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“All right, then. Do what you need to, but if at any time I feel you’re getting too personally involved, I’m pulling you from the case.”

Savannah turned to face him and looked up into his eyes. His baby-blue gaze stared back. His long eyelashes curled out from his piercing stare that seemed to look right into her soul. Dark brown hair framed his face and a five o’clock shadow of whiskers had just begun to coat his jaw. She had the insane urge to run her fingers over the stubble on his cheek and see if she could coax the dimple she’d seen earlier to reappear. Her lips parted instinctively when she focused on his full lips.

He cleared his throat and stepped back. “I’ve got patients to see and you’ve got a father to talk to.”

She nodded sharply and mentally kicked herself.

He’s a cowboy, damn it! The last kind of guy I want. It doesn’t matter whether he’s drop-dead gorgeous or not.

Squaring her shoulders, she grasped the doorknob and pulled.

Marie stood on the other side with a worried expression as her gaze shifted back and forth between her and Brandon. “You okay, Doctor Gibson?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Doctor Cooper and I had a bit of a disagreement on Molly’s treatment, but it’s okay now.” She shot Brandon a glance. “Right?”

Frown lines appeared between his eyebrows for a moment. “Yes. I’ll be in exam one if you need me.”

“Sure.”

Striding purposefully down the hallway without a backward glance, Savannah couldn’t help notice his ass in his scrubs and wondering what they looked like in tight Wranglers.

ADULT EXCERPT

Her lips found his shoulder and she nibbled at his skin before she soothed the sting. She slipped her hand down his chest until her warm hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down. He grabbed her hand to stop her movement and she looked at him with a worried expression, like she’d done something wrong. “Babe, if you keep that up, this will be over way before I’m ready for it to be.”

She smiled, took his hand in hers, and led him under the stream of water. A moment later, he groaned when her slick, soapy hands slid across his chest. “You’re a witch.”

“Mmm...are you complaining?”

“Not in the least, baby. I love your hands on me.”

 She forced him under the stream of water to rinse the stop away. “Good. How about my mouth?”

He didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but it did. It felt like it wanted to bust wide open when she dropped to her knees and took him between her lips. “Holy fuck, Savannah.” He wrapped his hands in her hair and slid his dick in and out of her mouth for several minutes before he forced her to stop.

Pulling her back up in front of him, he crushed her to his chest and devoured her, sliding his tongue deep inside the warm cavern to dance with hers. He moved along her cheek to her ear, whispering how fantastic she was and how much he wanted to be inside her. She moaned and pushed her breasts against him. He trailed kisses down her chest until he could take her nipple in his mouth and suck. Her fingers wound into his hair and held his head to her chest. One hand slid down her belly and she lifted one leg onto the ledge of the shower to open for him. He slipped one fingeracross her clit and she whimpered. Her swollen little nub beaconed for his touch, but he wanted to feel her grip him with her tight little pussy like she had at the hospital. Two fingers found their way into her channel and she rocked her hips.

“Brandon. Please.”

“Soon, baby. Soon.”

“I need you. God, please.”

He forced his fingers to slowly slip in and out of her hot body while she whimpered and quivered. “You are so hot—so wet. You feel incredible. I want you under me when I slide into that sizzling body of yours.” He almost took her right there against the shower stall when she shivered and shook as he removed his fingers from deep inside her.

Grabbing the handle of the shower, he shut the water off and pulled the curtain back before he plucked a towel from the rack and ran it over her breasts. His tongue followed the path of the soft cotton across her straining nipples, down her belly, between her legs for a single moment, then back up. When he finished, she gave him a saucy smile and flicked her tongue across his chest until she could nip at his flat disks. Not able to wait any longer, he picked her up in his arms and headed for the bed.

He followed her down onto the mattress, his lips fastened to hers and her arms around his neck. His hand found her breast again, rasping his palm across her nipple until she moaned in his mouth and arched her back. He kissed his way down her neck, flicking her nipple with his tongue for a moment before continuing down her stomach. Her breaths came in ragged gasps and he flashed a smile before settling between her thighs.

Her head whipped back and forth on the sheets while her hand found her breast. She rolled her nipple with her fingers and whimpered when he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Oh, God,” she whispered and lifted her hips.

One finger, then two slipped inside her pussy and he could feel her muscles grip him tight when he slid his tongue across her swollen little nub. It didn’t take long for him to feel her vagina start to quiver when her climax got close. He lifted his head and kissed his way back up her stomach while she wiggled beneath him, begging him with her eyes. He stopped above her, his mouth hovering over hers.

“I want you to keep your eyes open when I slide inside you. I want you to know who is taking you over the edge when you come around my cock.”

A tear slid into her hair and she arched her back when he pressed the head of his penis against her pussy. They both moaned softly when he slipped inside.

“Brandon, please. I want you to fuck me. Now—right now. Hard. God, please, hard. I don’t want soft. Not from you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest and he fastened his lips on hers before he pulled her legs up and over his arms. He rocked his hips and buried his cock to the hilt, deep inside her.

“Yeesss,” she purred. She lifted her butt off the bed and met him thrust for thrust.