My surgeon is ridiculously hot.
Which would be great if I weren’t about to take my shirt off in front of him.

At thirty, I’m done letting other people decide what happens to my body. My boyfriend thinks my breasts are a masterpiece. My back strongly disagrees. And after years of pain, I’m finally getting the reduction I’ve wanted.

All I need is a good surgeon.

Enter Dr. Antoine Laurent. Thirty-five, French, brilliant, and so unfairly attractive that I briefly forget every sensible thought I’ve ever had.

The worst part? He’s actually wonderful. He listens, makes me laugh, and understands my work as an artist better than the man I’ve been dating for years.

Unfortunately, Antoine has a reputation to protect, and I’m his patient. There are rules for a reason, even when the chemistry makes following them increasingly difficult.

I came to his clinic hoping to feel comfortable in my own skin.
I never expected to meet the man who might make me fall in love with it again.