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.