Beauty and the Vet (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 27,812
5 Ratings (4.4)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
For the past three years, Dr. Alan Booth has been watching his office manager Hannah Owens, wishing he was able to find a way to tell her how he feels about her. Fear of rejection and risking their friendship has kept him quiet. That is, until he overhears one very naughty phone call.
Hannah has been in love with her boss for years. The quiet doctor who takes care of his mother and is so good with the animals in his care has had her melting since day one, but issues with her curvy body keep her blind to Alan’s gentle advances. Tired of her sister’s constant moping, Candice Owens hatches a crazed plan to get the two love birds together if it kills them. When their plans are overheard by the good doctor himself it’s a race to see who comes out on top, the Beauty or the Vet.
Beauty and the Vet (MF)
5 Ratings (4.4)

Beauty and the Vet (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 27,812
5 Ratings (4.4)
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Beauty and the Vet is a sexy, short, fun read. It's fast-paced and fun, enjoyable to any reader who enjoys reading about women falling in love with their dream man. Alan and Hannah are adorable together, and you can't help but root for their happiness throughout. I highly recommend this book.




An hour before closing, Alan was trying to think of another good reason to head back out to the front office to check on Sam again when he heard Hannah laugh and tell someone  to behave. The phone hadn’t rung, so it wasn’t an incoming call. Is she is calling her Friday night plans from the office? Consumed with jealousy and irrational anger toward whoever was making Hannah laugh while she was with him, he hit the button on their lines to tap into the call. Then he felt immediately guilty. But if I don’t find out what’s going on, how can I act to keep her? This is for the best.

Normally, this was a function he loved because it meant that Hannah could take notes and make appointments while he was still on the line with a sometimes hysterical pet owner. Now he had another reason to love it. It gave him a window into what some other bastard had over his Hannah’s heart.


* * * *


“Behave!” Hannah tried to breathe and keep quiet, but Candice had her laughing so hard she didn’t think she could keep from waking up the puppy sleeping next to her leg. “Okay! Yes, I had fun this morning, and I did try on the underwear.”

Candice gave a throaty purr. “So did you have fun in the underwear after I left, you know, with your ‘make-believe-Alan’?”

Another wave of laughter shook Hannah so that she had to put her head down on her desk. “No, you moron! I didn’t have time to fire up the M.B.A., or I would have been late for work with the real Alan. Besides, I thought you hated what I named my toy, C.” Hannah shook her head at her sister’s huff.

“No, I don’t hate what you named it, you goof! I hate that you have to use it when the real and very yummy alternative is in the same office with you day after day and you don’t get you some! Seriously, I can’t understand how the two of you haven’t gotten together by now.”

Hannah sighed, not thrilled with going down this line of questioning, again. “Look, I’ve explained to both you and Momma this isn’t going to work. He likes me, like you know, a friend or…” Hannah glanced down at Sam, who was running in his sleep. “Like a dog. But he doesn’t like me as in love me forever and have fantastic sex with me on a twice-a-day basis.” Candice growled, but Hannah decided to ignore the sound of sheer frustration.

“Okay. So Friday, the plan is to put me in that ridiculous costume and a mask. Crash the mayor’s little party. Walk up to the love of my life, pretend I’m someone else, get him to take me home, fuck his brains out, and then when he wakes up in the morning, explain that it was me the whole time, and I’m in love with him, then wait for him to tell me I need to look for a new job on Monday. That about sums up this scheme of yours, right?”

Candice growled again. “No! That is not the damn plan! God, if I were there I would pull your hair again. The plan is to show up to the mayor’s ball dressed like Belle for your own hunky beast. You get him to dance with you, you flirt with him to show him how confident and sexy and amazing you are, and go home with him. Then you fuck his brains out, and in the morning wait for him to declare everlasting love. So you can move in together and I can get your apartment. That is the plan! It’s a great plan, and if you were a little less of a chicken, you would see just how awesome my plan is!”

A noise from deeper in the clinic had Hannah pausing on what she would say next. She had forgotten that Alan didn’t have a patient at the moment. Not that he would be paying attention to me, anyway. Stop! You are going to go through with this, and you have to be positive. “Hey, C, I don’t think I should be talking about this right now. I’ll call you tonight. Love ya, babe!”

Jumping up after hanging up with her sister, Hannah noticed that she had been on the phone so long it was time to start her closing routine. Deciding she needed a cup of coffee before she messed with receipts and the budget, she stepped into Alan’s office. And stopped dead. He was flushed from his hairline down to where his neck disappeared into his shirt, and he was breathing heavy like he had been running. Immediately concerned, she dashed over to where he was and placed her hand on his forehead.

“Alan, are you okay? You look like you’re running a fever. Do you think you need to be sick?” Alan groaned as Hannah ran her hand along the side of his face. “I told you not to eat that leftover Thai for lunch. What is my rule about Asian food and fish? Eat it the day you get it, and then chuck it.” Alan’s hand trapped hers against his face and she froze, the heat of his skin branding her. “Alan?”




“Which way to your room, Beauty?”

The roughness in Alan’s voice made her shiver, and Hannah once again pulled him along until they reached the suite she had rented for the night. She was hoping that she would be able to make use of not only the huge four-poster bed, but the en-suite Jacuzzi as well.

Alan followed her into the room. Then grabbing her, he turned and pressed her back against the door, slamming it closed with the weight of her body. Once again she was lost to the feel of his mouth on hers, branding her. She knew that if she had only tonight, she would never be able to feel this way again. No one would own her body like Alan would after tonight. Then Alan began to unzip the back of her gown, fumbling with the buttons and hooks and all thoughts of helping him was lost as he pressed hot openmouthed kisses to the skin that he was exposing. When the gown dropped to the floor, Hannah lifted her chin and stared at Alan, who looked awestruck.

“Oh God, you are so beautiful.”


* * * *


Alan couldn’t believe the feast that was Hannah. Her lush, curvy body was encased in something out of one of his wildest fantasies. The corset displayed gorgeous full breasts with pale pink nipples. Her mound was covered by a small swatch of lace that exposed more than it concealed. Garters kept sheer stockings up her long, fantastic legs and her shoes gave her just enough height to get her eye level with him. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he had a moment of knowing that if he didn’t take her tonight, didn’t brand her body with his right now, he would go mad. Alan pressed Hannah back into the door, letting her feel the ridge of his shaft. His voice didn’t sound at all like his as he told her exactly what he wanted to do to her.

“I’m going to take you, up against this door. It’s going to be fast and hard and just enough to take the edge off. Then I’m going to strip you out of this sexy as hell corset. I’m going to put you in that big tub in the corner. And you’ll let me turn on the jets and fuck you while the water bubbles across your sweet clit, because you know how good it will feel.” His hand, which had been moving down the front of his woman, feeling her, tweaking her nipples, found Hannah’s panties. The lace was soaked with her juices, and she moaned when he slid them to the side and began to tug gently on her clit. “Then I’m going to carry you to bed and I’m going to fill you until you can’t tell our bodies apart.”

Hannah groaned at the images that flashed through her head at Alan’s words. She had never been a big fan of dirty talk in the bedroom. It had always seemed so silly. But now with Alan’s rough voice detailing what he was going to do to her, she found she was unable to keep from bucking her hips against his hand, seeking him. Needing to feel him take her like he promised. Hannah moaned in protest as Alan pulled away from her long enough to rip out of his costume and kicked off the boots that came with it. Hannah finally feasted her eyes on her fantasy man’s body. It’s not a fantasy anymore. Babe, this is all real.

His shoulders were broad and felt perfect under her hands. His waist and hips were narrow. Alan was built like a runner, his long legs muscular from his daily jogs. Hannah’s eyes were drawn to the part of Alan that was going to be filling her, and her pussy clenched in expectation. His cock was long and straight, the head red, and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and swallow him whole. Before she could act on that impulse, Alan was pressing her back into the door, lifting her leg, and sliding his cock exactly where she wanted it, deep inside her wet slit.

“Fuck, baby. You are so tight.” Hannah could feel his strength as he used his legs to lift her a little more and pin her to the door. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.” Hannah had a moment where she thought that she was going to be too heavy for this, but as soon as she obeyed and her legs were wrapped tightly around Alan’s waist, he started driving into her in short stabbing thrusts that scraped over all the right places inside her. The explosive feeling had her flinging her head back and crying out.

Alan could feel the sharp ends of her heels digging into his ass and it made him thrust harder. He loved the weight of her pressed against him.

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