He’s dirty, hot, and Scottish. Hear him speak and you’ll understand . . . So. Damn. Sexy. He wears a suit like a hooker wears lingerie. For the business of temptation. I’m not giving in. Even if his hands were in my panties the night we met . . . It won’t happen again. We’re too different—I’m a doctor. Professional. Sensible. While he seems to have stepped from my Tumblr feed. He doesn’t date. He only f*ks. As the twin of my best friend’s man, he’s too close to home. The idea is ridiculous. The fall out messy. But the attraction is real. It’s too complicated. Even for a secret rebound fling . . . ? ODS is a standalone, full-length romance novel, including a smexy-times, HEA, and no cliffhanger or cheating.