Untamed: A Daddy's Girl Steamy Medical Romance - NEW RELEASE

MetroGen Anesthesia Chief Dr. 'Roan' Marin does not like losing control. Nothing has tested his restraint like intern Clarissa Morgan, who happens to be his Navy SEAL best friend's little sister. Worse, this sweet good girl pediatrician revealed that Roan took her V-card, and she'd offered him her body for 'play-time.' He can use her, make her beg, tie her down... whatever he wants - overprotective brother be damned.

Clarissa's waited her whole life for a sexy older man like Roan giving off the 'angry mean daddy' energy she craves. It's driving her crazy how he insists they can't be together. The crankier he is about it, the hungrier it makes her, and she's not above playing dirty if that gets her back in his bed.

Especially if her brother never finds out...

The steamy adventure continues for Clarissa and Roan in their next chapter!

With everyone occupied with Christmas dinner, Clarissa led Roan down the hallway to a heavily paneled office. She sat down on the desk, ignoring the expensive leather chair. Pissed as Roan was, he couldn't keep his gaze from tracing its way up her legs to where the green hem ended slightly above her bare knee.

No nylons or tights.

Yet another reason he was going to hell.

"What do you need to talk about?"

Roan refocused on the problem at hand, deciding to end this farce, rather than get spun on his head every time he saw her. "The problem of you being Tank's little sister. Did you orchestrate this?"

"Tristan invited you. I wanted to avoid this completely."

Her statement told him a lot. "So, you knew the whole time and never said anything to me at the hospital. Fabulous. You're totally innocent, aren't you? Not even slightly manipulative."

"Don't blame me! You believe I set up getting attacked by a drug dealer in the nursery? Or made that woman to go into labor for emergency surgery?"

She did have good points. "Yet you still knew."

"Not at first. I was going to meet you in the coffee shop. Except Tristan was there, and I'm not into threesomes with my brother. I blocked you and thought I could move on."

"There was never going to be a threesome," he hissed. "He was my backup in case my one-night stand turned out to be crazy."

"Ta-da. I proved you right." She hopped off the desk, moving toward the door.

"Crazy like a fox. Is that why you wouldn't talk to me when I made it clear I wanted us to..." Roan trailed off.

They'd had two encounters over a six-month time period, and he'd never let it go. His attraction had never wavered, and it had driven him mad for her to block him out.

"Because I didn't want to hookup again? Grow up, buttercup." She reached for the door.

"Tank's my best friend. You should have told me." He braced himself against the door.

Her face was a storm cloud. "Why? He didn't even know what hospital I worked at! He's fifteen years older than me and wanders in and out of my life at his convenience. My personal life is MINE, not his."

"I see. Fine. Got it. We can forget this ever happened. Fine." He stepped away from the door, vowing to never go near her again. "You go ahead and find yet another one-night stand with some other sucker whose head you can screw with."

"I'd never had a one-night stand! You were the ONLY one," she whisper-shouted, hand on the door handle.

“Right. I bet you always say that after you—” Roan paused, her words echoing back and forth in his brain. He flashed back to their first encounter when she’d volunteered to play the part of virgin babysitter. Roan put his hand over hers, shocked to feel she was trembling. “Did you say ‘the only one’?”

She'd turned bright crimson, ears, face, even her bare legs. "No. Never mind."

His next thoughts went to a logical and almost impossible conclusion.

"Were you a virgin?"