Life isn’t a fairytale, and filthy rich, ruggedly handsome doctors don’t kiss their patients. And those kisses don’t cure 7-year comas. But I guess if the doctor is sexy as hell and a billionaire, the rules don’t apply. Dr. Kaden Prince is everything I could want, but I’m awake now. It’s time to stop dreaming. Dreaming that he won’t just kiss me and cure my coma—that he’ll cure my terminal virginity too. As Rose Dorner’s doctor, I’ve watched over her for years. Nothing I’ve tried has worked—she won’t wake up. The hospital says we have to pull the plug on her, but there’s no f*cking way they’re doing that to my patient—my Rose. They’ll pull her plug only over my dead body. Or better yet, over my dead career, because I risk everything and perform an emergency surgery. Either she wakes up now, or it’s all over. She doesn’t wake up. At least not until I kiss her. I figure it’s all over anyway, so why the hell not? Her eyelids flutter, and I see those big green eyes for the first time, looking up right at me. So she’s awake—she’s cured. Everything should be good and in order, but there’s one big problem. I think I’m falling for my patient. But I broke all the rules before, so why not do it again? **This is a full-length, standalone badboy romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and a Happily Ever After is guaranteed!**