The Bad Doctor Series
Book 1: The Red Side of Dr. Greene
Meet Dr. Alexander Greene, the most sought-after gynecologist in Evanston, who turns the old adage “An apple a day keeps the doctor away” on its head. This tattooed, 30-year-old bachelor harbors a dark secret: he’s obsessed with his patients’ bodies, loathing their fantasies yet craving their physicality. Women flock to his clinic, inventing ailments for a chance to be examined by the irresistibly handsome physician. But Dr. Greene’s twisted mind raises a compelling question: Can a man who hates women but loves to indulge in their bodies ever find love?
Enter Emily Maxwell, a 20-year-old psychology major who believes she has ovarian cancer. Fate intervenes when an appointment mix-up lands her in Dr. Greene’s office. Cute, innocent, and a virgin, Emily is the polar opposite of the doctor’s usual patients. She hates doctors, but Dr. Greene’s allure is undeniable, placing her in a precarious situation that could upend her world.
The Red Side of Dr. Greene is a standalone novel with explicit sexual content and mature language, intended for readers 18 and above. With no cheating, cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after, this provocative tale explores the boundaries of desire and the transformative power of love
Book 2: The Dark Side of Dr. Greene
Emily Maxwell’s life takes a dramatic turn when Dr. Alexander Greene treats her menstrual issue and ultimately proposes, catapulting her into a fairytale dream. But engagement to the most desirable gynecologist comes at a dangerous price, one that Emily could never have imagined.
As their relationship deepens, so do the shadows that threaten to engulf them. Emily must confront the darker aspects of Dr. Greene’s life and decide if their love can withstand the trials that await them. Can she handle the perils that come with loving a man as complex and tormented as Dr. Greene?
The Dark Side of Dr. Greene is a gripping sequel to The Red Side of Dr. Greene, filled with graphic sexual and violent content, including mentions of guns and rape, and mature language not suitable for readers under 18. This intense journey promises no cheating, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after for those who dare to explore the darker shades of love.
Amazon“Nervous?” Nurse Friendly asks nonchalantly after deflating the cuff and removing her stethoscope earpieces.
“A little bit,” I reply.
“Your blood pressure is a bit high, but probably just from nerves. Relax, Dr. Greene is great. You’ll enjoy the experience,” she says with a mischievous grin.
Wait, Dr. Greene? My mind reels. “Uh, I think my mother scheduled me for an appointment with Dr. Jacobs.”
“We sent a message to the number that was given to us when the appointment was made,” she explains.
Still confused, I try to brush it off. Mom never checks her messages anyway. And let’s be honest, this is going to be awful no matter who the doctor is. “Oh, okay.”
“Follow me,” she says, sashaying briskly down the hall. I struggle to keep up with her from behind.
We pass by several closed doors – exam rooms and doctors’ private offices with their names and corresponding specialties engraved on metal plates. I hear a pitiful cry coming from one of them, making my body convulse in dread.
Reaching the very last door at the end of the long hall, she says “In here,” opening it for me. I notice it has no label…
I step into the room, taking in its not-so-bright lighting and gray walls. There’s a huge portrait of a woman’s naked upper torso in an erotic side-lying position. The detail is impressive and my eyes linger on it for a few seconds.
A wooden desk with a leather chair sits on that side of the room as well. I take a quick inventory of the desk: a mug of most probably cold coffee, a clipboard, a personal computer, a stethoscope, a couple of folders, and a Canon DSLR camera. They’re all neatly organized on the table. The camera seems out of place though. And certainly, nothing is very feminine, other than the painting, of course.
In the middle of the room is a dark green leather examination table which made my insides churn in anticipation. It’s slightly reclined, with metal foot holders on either side. The center of the table is covered with white paper, and there’s a plastic sleeve containing a gown on top.
So, I’ll be lying on that table with my legs spread for the doctor? Holy juicy macaroni…
On the other side of the room, there’s a machine with a monitor, presumably the ultrasound. Next to it is a cabinet with drawers and a large microscope on top. There’s also a metal tray with scary-looking tools, folded towels, and a metal lamp on a bending, twisted stem. A rolling stool is parked nearby.
On the opposite wall, there’s a long set of cabinets with a counter and sink below them. The counter is lined with glass jars containing cotton swabs and educational pamphlets, along with more medical instruments.
“Okay, Miss—” the nurse glances at my file, “…Maxwell. I’ll be leaving you here. You can undress and put this gown on,” she gestures towards the table, “open to the front.”
“Wait, so I have to remove everything?” I gulp, knowing I have to.
“Yes, of course. Is this your first time?” she asks, glancing at my file again, this time with a perfectly raised judgmental eyebrow.
I nod, pissed at her inquisitiveness which seems designed to embarrass me.
“Okay, good luck.”
Is it just me, or she’s not exactly fond of me?
“Just hop on that table when you’re done, and Dr. Greene will be here in a few moments,” she mutters something under her breath before disappearing through the door. I should buy her a nametag for her light blue scrubs… Nurse F.
The door closes, and that feeling washes over me again. Nausea, panic, my stomach doing flips. My body knows it’s about to be invaded. I take a deep breath and exhale loudly, trying to calm myself.
I walk slowly towards the table and open the plastic sleeve to reveal a mint green paper gown with flowery designs. Dr. Greene definitely has a thing for green. I force a crazed smile.
I unfold the gown, realizing it’s the same kind you see in hospital scenes in movies, except mine is open in the front. I reluctantly strip off everything, unsure of what I’m more afraid of – being naked in front of someone or the possibility of having some cancer.
Probably both equally… and it’s killing me.
I reluctantly peel off my white cashmere shirt, pluck my bra off, and fold the two items before setting them aside. I hug myself as the coldness of the AC kisses my skin.
I slowly pull the paper robe on before pulling down my leggings along with my laced panties. I look at my mound and somehow feel satisfied with its baldness. Last night, I shaved everything down there up to the last bit around the crinkled brown opening of my butt. I should look neat and presentable to the doctor at least. I look closer and wince upon seeing the ugly stubbles; there is actually like 2 mm of hair growing. Seriously?
No one has ever seen mine down there, except of course Mom when I was younger, and Lance when walking in on me in our adjoining bathroom like five years ago. That bastard had seen me naked, and I still remembered the stupid smirk on his face before he acted like it was the most disgusting sight his eyes had ever laid on.
Shivering a little, I hop back up onto the exam table with my legs dangling on the side. I move the flimsy gown so that it won’t gape open the way it is trying to. I feel half naked, which I actually am, and my nipples hurt from their sudden stiffness rubbing against the coarse, rigid paper.
I heard a rustling noise outside the door. It must be the doctor already. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, purse my lips, clear my mind, and slowly exhale all the air from my lungs.
Alright, I’m ready…
And there’s a knock. Before I could squeeze out the words “Come in,” the doorknob turned, and my heartbeat instantly raced. My hands are sweating bullets.
Relax, Emily…
I crane my neck trying to peer around the door as it opens slowly, only for my eyes to grow wider when the doctor finally enters the room.
Wait a minute…
She is actually a he! Oh my God…My mind starts buffering. No one informed me about this plot twist!
A young, male doctor? Broad shoulders, chiseled chest, abs of steel, arms that could crush watermelons – I can tell this guy is seriously fit under that white coat.
“D-Dr. Greene?” I falter, unconsciously rearranging the flimsy gown so my little brunette bush doesn’t accidentally make an appearance through the front gap for his eyes to feast.
“Hello, Emily. How is it going?”
God, his accent is achingly familiar and disarming. He’s flipping through my records, then lifts his gaze to meet mine. I gulp as the blood from my face rushes down to my…uterus.
“You…you’ll be the one examining my vagina?” Okay, that’s a stupid question from my stupid mouth. Get a grip, Emily!
“Apparently, yes. It’s kind of my job,” he chuckles, casting a smirk my way. Wait a minute… Could it be…? No way! Imagine the odds! It couldn’t possibly be him. They must just look alike and it was dark that night…
