Dr. Stone

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There's nothing more dangerous than a man who makes you think you're special. I learned that the hard way.


Jace Stone was supposed to be one night—something wild and necessary. But I should've known better. He's a billionaire heart surgeon. A man women chase. The kind who never commits, never calls, and never stays.

And yet . . . he stayed. He broke all his rules. Let me into his world. Held my son in his arms like he belonged there.

And when I walked away? It wasn't because I stopped loving him. It was because someone made sure I couldn't afford to.

Now I'm trying to forget the way he looked at me like I was his future. Trying to survive the fallout of a choice he still doesn't understand.

But Jace Stone isn't the kind of man who lets go quietly. And this time, he's not playing games . . .

Contains mature themes.

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