Dr. Hot Stuff
(Ponderosa Resort Romantic Comedies #9)
by Tawna Fenske
Life’s taken strange turns for Lady Isabella Blankenship. Bouncing from royal blueblood to the twisty branches of the Bracelyn family tree was wild enough, never mind the surprise kidney transplant. All she wants is quiet bonding with her new fam at Ponderosa Resort, and maybe a chance to ogle her hottie doc. But letting anyone close means exposing one monster secret, and no way does Izzy feel ready.
Dr. Bradley Parker makes no secret he’s scouting for a wife, or that Izzy kicks his heart into high gear. All symptoms suggest she’s fiery with the same fever, so why is Iz dodging him?
The puzzle turns perplexing when weird things start happening at the resort. Maybe it’s coincidence about the lethal looking guy trailing Iz like a creepy puppy, but Bradley’s not taking chances. He’s sticking close, even if it means enduring Izzy’s bizarre culinary tastes and a pig named Kevin.
The more Iz avoids Bradley, the harder she falls for the fine, funny physician. Will Izzy’s two lives collide in a monstrous mass of heartache, or can the good doc find the cure for all that ails her?
My Rating:
Favorite Quotes:
She bit a kid at daycare…. Tell me that’s a normal stage of development and I’m not raising a serial killer.
If we were out together drawing undue attention, she’d stare at someone with this evil look and say, ‘I must find a new host body. Yours looks suitable.’ It never failed to send them running.
That’s going in the wedding vows—‘ to love, honor, and get the hell out of my way.’
Let’s go old disgracefully together.
My Review:
I am sad to see the end of these smirk-worthy series as each entertaining installment has been a delightful escape into clever and irreverent humor that began with the cheesy titles and cover models and doesn’t stop until the back cover. Dr. Hot Stuff maintained the trend in style while featuring a sexy medical nerd and a European royal. The variegated Bracelyn family tree just kept expanding and spreading their uniquely appealing genes and bawdy humor among the masses. It has been so quite educational as in this installment alone I have learned twenty new colorful euphemisms for genitalia and birth control. And to think my mother always chided severely whenever she caught me reading fiction, claiming it was a complete waste of time.
When Tawna Fenske finished her English lit degree at 22, she celebrated by filling a giant trash bag full of romance novels and dragging it everywhere until she’d read them all. Now she’s a RITA-nominated, USA Today bestselling author who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love stories with a quirky twist. Publishers Weekly has praised Tawna’s offbeat romances with multiple starred reviews and noted, “There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations. Heartache and humor go hand in hand.”
Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon, with her husband, stepkids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking, snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty pairs of eyeglasses per year. To find out more about Tawna and her books, visit www.tawnafenske.com.