Born and raised in Virginia, LM Fox currently lives in a suburb of Richmond with her husband, three kids, and a chocolate lab. Her pastimes are traveling to new and favorite places, trying new foods, a swoony book with either a good cup of tea or coffee, margaritas on special occasions, and watching her kids participate in a variety of sports. She has spent the majority of her adult life working in emergency medicine, and her books are written in this setting. Her main characters are typically in the medical field, EMS, fire, and/or law enforcement. She enjoys writing angsty, contemporary romance starring headstrong, independent heroines you can’t help but love and the hot alpha men who fall hard for them.
I was that girl.
I had it all.
Confident and happy, I graduated college and began working my dream job.
I married my devoted, handsome boyfriend. We bought a house and traveled the world.
Focused on our careers, we’d think about kids later…
‘til the unthinkable happened.
Now I’m all alone and slowly discovering my fairy tale life was a nightmare shrouded in secrecy and lies.
How do you move on after such betrayal?
Can I trust in a second chance at a real happily ever after?
I was that guy.
I had it all and threw it all away.
A renowned surgeon, my career was my sole focus.
Yet I had a wife and beautiful children and let them slip away.
I’ve learned the hard way. I’m more devoted to my family than ever.
If only they didn’t live with a new man now.
My ex-wife and I are better as friends, and my kids are old enough to forgive me.
If I could only forgive myself.
I’m just hoping I can prove to Poppy that despite my past, I’m worth taking a chance.
Trigger Warning: She’s a widow, husband died of ALS
“Well, well. If it isn’t the Broadie Weston. Renowned general surgeon and frequent winner of Richmond Magazine’s Annual Top Docs in Surgery award. I wouldn’t have thought you’d know the way here to the cafeteria. Did someone escort you here?” Jarod snickers.
“Ha ha. I come to the cafeteria.”
“Oh yeah? When’s the last time?”
I actually have to stop and think. But it isn’t because I think I’m too good to come here. It’s just more convenient to run in and grab a coffee or fix something off of the buffet in the doctors’ lounge before heading back to work. Not to mention, I skip a lot of meals in this line of work. “It was about six months ago when I missed lunch because a case ran long.”
“I’m just shitting with you, man. How’ve you been?”
It’s odd, really. Jarod Snow and I have worked together in our surgical practice alongside five other surgeons for years, but we don’t tend to see much of each other unless we’re in a meeting due to our overlapping surgical schedules. “I’m good. Just busy. Finished a scheduled hernia repair. I thought I had an hour before my next case. But the OR called. They have an ER case that’s pressing. Wanted to grab something before I head back in.”
“I don’t know how you do it, Broadie.” Jacob shakes his head.
“What? Your schedule is just as insane.”
“No. It’s not. I turn cases down when it gets too much. I’ve trained people not to come at me for more. But they know you’ll do whatever it takes.”
This statement has me pausing for a moment. He’s probably right. But it’s just the way I’ve always operated. Literally. I never want to keep anyone waiting, and in this line of work, time can be crucial.
“Hi, Dr. Weston,” a young brunette in navy blue scrubs greets from the other side of the salad bar.
Jarod snickers, reaching for a packet of salad dressing.
“Good afternoon,” I answer with a smile as I grab what appears to be a chicken salad sandwich wrapped in cellophane. I have no earthly idea what her name is.
“Hell. I just got back from vacation with the family. I haven’t managed to get my mind back in work mode. I definitely wouldn’t be able to keep up with your pace.”
“Where’d you guys go?”
“Jamaica. It was amazing. But any island is that way for me. Sun, surf, and all the fresh seafood you can eat. I haven’t finished my first full day back, and I’m already trying to figure out how to get back there.” He chuckles.
We head to the refrigerator to grab water when I notice a striking blonde in a long white lab coat standing in line for the cashier. It’s as if I’m unable to turn away. Is she new to St. Luke’s? I’d undoubtedly remember meeting someone who looked like that.
She’s probably about five foot eight and has blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun. Her skin is fair and other than her glossy red lips, she doesn’t appear to be wearing a lot of makeup. She’s holding a plastic container and what seems to be a bottle of lemonade. Her face is expressionless as if she’s lost in thought.
“Who?” Jarod answers, startling me. I hadn’t realized I’d asked it aloud. He follows the trajectory of my gaze. “Poppy?” His voice carries a tone of disbelief about it.
“Poppy. The pharmacist.”
“When did she start working here?” I reach into the glass case for a bottle of water as a chuckle rumbles behind me.
“Are you for real? Probably not long after you. She’s worked here at least eight or nine years.”
I stop dead in my tracks. “No.”
“Yes. Have you been working under a rock?” He shakes his head mockingly. “You’re ridiculous. You are so fixated on your work you’ve probably talked to her a dozen times and didn’t know it. Add to it, you usually have your head buried in your phone… or you’re talking shop to someone. You’ve probably been sitting right next to her in a meeting and didn’t pay any attention.”
Hell, am I that bad?
There’s no way I would’ve been in the same room with that woman and not noticed her. “I usually only get Frank or Marshall when I call the pharmacy. How could I have missed her all of these years? Maybe she only works the evening shift.”
“Yeah. Well, they consider you a pretty big deal around here. There’s probably a sign on the wall over the phone that says to send all of your calls directly to the big dogs.”
“Whatever. I’m not a bigger deal than anyone else.”
“Right.” He nearly chokes on his sip of water. “That’s why the administration is constantly putting on the heat to get you to take the Medical Director position.”
He’s not wrong. But I have worked hard to build a solid practice over the last ten years. I know the key to a successful career is compassion. Some of my partners could stand to go back to residency. A lot more is required of a surgeon than an expensive education and a God complex.
“Hi, Dr. Weston,” a giggly blonde dressed in white scrubs greets.
Unlike the previous nurse who said hello, this young woman’s nametag happens to be facing me. “Hi, Brittany.” Her giggles seem to intensify as I walk past her.
“If this is the way it’s going to be every time you come to the cafeteria, could you warn me before you go next time.”
“Shut up,” I chuckle. Looking ahead as we make our way to the checkout line, I notice a radiant smile overtake Poppy’s face in response to something the cashier has said. Jesus. She’s luminous. Unless she’s recently died her hair blonde, there’s not a doubt in my mind I’ve never seen her before. She outshines everyone else in the room.
It’s at this exact moment the beauty in question looks up at me, and our eyes connect. My breath catches in my throat as her deep blue irises seem to penetrate right through to my soul.
What the f#ck is happening to me?
I’m a married mother of three living on the East Coast of the U.S. I’ve worked in emergency medicine as a physician assistant the majority of my adult life, and my books are typically written in this setting. I write steamy, contemporary romance with characters who are in the medical/EMS, firefighting, and law enforcement sectors. I enjoy crafting stories about everyday heroes, particularly feisty, independent heroines and the bad boy alphas who fall hard for them. I started writing to escape my high stress work life.
I’m a plotter. I take scenarios from real life, often from my medical career, and weave in characters.
Watch my kids in their sports activities.
I actually celebrate with my covers. They’re like my gift wrap.
I don’t really have a set celebration routine. My family usually goes out to dinner and I enjoy a frosty margarita.
I’ve always wanted to try writing some over the top, billionaire book boyfriends. So I decided to combine my medical background with a billionaire surgeon. 🤗
I take a lot of inspiration from real life. But not enough anyone would recognize a character without asking if it’s them 😂
My children! This was written while they were home for summer break 😩
The outlandish over the top things this alpha billionaire would do to have a chance with the FMC
TL Swan’s books inspire me! I love all of her characters. 🖤
“Thank you for being honest with me.” I detect a slight flinch at my words, but I’m sure it’s because he knows where this is going. Placing my hand on his forearm, I continue, “I think you’re an amazing man. And I’m flattered you asked me out. But until you’re ready for more, it’s too big of a gamble for me.”
Broadie’s head drops. “I understand.”
Gathering my leftover snacks, I lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you a little better.” When he doesn’t look at me, I take it as my cue to leave.
I barely make it two steps before I’m spun around, his strong hand wrapping around the nape of my neck, pulling me into him as his mouth devours mine. The plastic container starts to wobble, but Broadie is quick to grab it from me and place it on the bar. My hands slide up to the back of his neck, pulling at the ends of his hair as he tilts my head, deepening the kiss.
Holy crap, in my entire life, no one has ever kissed me with as much passion. No one.
As his tongue slips between my lips, I feel his hand press to my lower back, pulling me closer.
It’s not until I hear a throat clear behind us that I remember we’re still in the middle of a very public place. As I pull back, my lips swollen from the delectable assault, all I can think is that I want more. Who wouldn’t want more of this? Yet, he just said he couldn’t make any promises. Could I handle him passing me in the cafeteria like this never happened?
He trails his thumb over my lower lip, his eyes as hungry for more as mine are. “Sorry. I needed to know.”
“If you tasted like more.”
Oh, every book this changes. I’d love to meet Poppy and tell her how proud I am of the woman she grew to be. Despite all of the broken pieces of her life.