Bad Boys Don’t Make Good Boyfriends
Melanie A. Smith
(Life Lessons, #2)
Publication date: May 19th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
From best-selling author Melanie A. Smith comes the second book in a new series of steamy contemporary medical romance standalone novels about life lessons that break all the rules.
Even when you know better, sometimes it’s simply too tempting…
Hospital work isn’t for the faint of heart. Becca Dillon knows that firsthand, having worked as a medical assistant in the cardiac unit at Rutherford Hospital for longer than she cares to think about. What she does care to think about is having fun, gossip, and … guys. Her favorite of the three. And why stick to one, when you can sample them all?
That’s exactly her plan when a workplace crush on a mysterious bad-boy orderly unexpectedly takes a very steamy turn. But Vincent DeMarco turns out to be nothing like she expected, and before she knows it, she’s falling hard and fast. She wants him in ways she’s never wanted anyone before, but there’s something he’s keeping from her. Something that’s holding him back. And Becca is going to find out what.
Even though she knows that bad boys don’t make good boyfriends, he seems like he might be so much more. Will her quest unlock the truth behind who he really is? Or will it end their relationship for good? Either way, ready or not, Becca’s world is about to change.
“You okay?” she asks. I look up to find her staring at me with a furrowed brow, hands on hips.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you typed the letter ‘u’ about six hundred times,” she replies, pointing at the screen.
“I totally meant to do that,” I reply with mock indignation. “It’s a passive-aggressive rebuttal to MacDougall’s incessant chart notes lecture.”
Sasha smirks as she settles into the workstation next to me.
“Yeah, okay. Who is he?”
I heave a sigh, not even wanting to pretend I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“Vincent DeMarco,” I admit.
“Who?” she asks, brows scrunched together.
“The hot orderly,” I explain.
“Ah. He has a name.”
I give her a look. “Of course he has a name. But apparently what he doesn’t have is a girlfriend.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” she asks, looking confused.
“No. I’d just put him in the ‘has a girlfriend’ box in my head,” I reply.
“So are you going to go for it then?” she asks. That would sound casual to someone who didn’t know her, but I can hear the undertone of excitement. I shoot her a dirty look.
“Why bother? Been there, done that.” Her mouth drops open, and I hold up a hand. “Before you can take that the wrong way, I haven’t done him. But I’ve been with enough guys like him to know it’s just not worth it.”
“I don’t understand. You were super into the guy before you thought he had a girlfriend,” she objects.
“Yeah, that was before I remembered that guys that hot are all talk. It’s all, ‘Ooh, baby, I’m gonna do things to you you’ve never even dreamed of before’ and ‘Damn, girl, I could hit that all night.’ Then five minutes later, a little rubbing, and they’ve come in their pants before you even got to see them naked, much less get off yourself. Nah, not worth it.”
Sasha looks nervously down both directions of the hall we’re on, checking to see if anyone heard my little diatribe.
“That was … wow.”
I shrug. “Just the truth. He’ll remain good eye candy. I’ll find someone else to have fun with. No biggie.”
“If you say so, I just …” Sasha chews on her lower lip nervously.
“What?” I prompt.
She sighs heavily. “I just wish you could have what I have. I know you’re not really looking for a relationship or anything, but neither was I. And it’s … I mean, I feel like an idiot gushing, but I want that for you too.”
I lay a hand over hers. “You want me to be happy,” I say, reaffirming the message I know she’s trying to send. She nods. “I appreciate that. I am happy. Do you remember that time in the sterilization room you lectured me about being happily single? Well, that’s where I’m at. I like my life the way it is.”
Sasha sucks her lips into her mouth in a way that I know means she has something to say she thinks I won’t like. I give her my best “just say it” look and patiently wait for her to spit it out.
“I thought I did too. That’s all. I don’t mean to belittle what you said. I just … I didn’t know I could be this happy.”
I shake my head and give her a dim smile, trying not to be annoyed. “I’m glad you’re happy, Sash. You know I am. Maybe I’ll have that someday. Maybe I won’t. But I’m cool. I can get my oxytocin rush with some random guy, or a vibrator, or whatever, in the meantime. It’s cool. Really.”
“Do you really believe that? Because when you say something is ‘cool’ twice, it’s probably not. Just sayin’.” She rises and grabs a stack of patient files. “I’ll be back.”
I stare after her, trying not to be annoyed. I kind of have to admit to myself that she might have a point. Maybe I do want that on some level. But I really don’t want all the other bullshit that comes with it. Because you have to kiss a lot of fucking frogs to find a man worth keeping around.
Melanie A. Smith is the best-selling author of The Safeguarded Heart Series and other contemporary romance fiction. Originally from upstate New York, she spent most of her childhood in the San Francisco Bay Area before moving to Los Angeles for college. After that, she spent almost fifteen years in the Seattle Area, and now lives in the Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas with her family.
A voracious reader and lifelong writer, Melanie’s writing began at a young age with short stories and poetry. Having completed a bachelor of science in electrical engineering at the University of California, Los Angeles, and a master’s in business administration at the University of Washington, her writing abilities were mainly utilized for technical documents as a lead engineer for the Boeing Company, where she worked for ten years.
After shifting careers to domestic engineering and property management in 2015, she eventually found a balance where she was able to return to writing fiction.
Melanie is also a Mensan and enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, and driving with the windows down and the stereo cranked up loud.
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