Ofelia Martinez Presents, Remission

Remission (Heartland Metro Hospital #1) by Ofelia Martinez
Publication date: June 30th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis

He nearly destroyed her career. So why can’t she stay away from him?

As Dr. Carolina Ramirez’s career is taking off, she gets incredible news. Dr. Hector Medina, the doctor she idolized as a teenager and whose research she used to design her cutting-edge clinical trial, is joining her team. As her boss.

But they say you should never meet your heroes, and Carolina is about to get far more than she bargained for. She knows a liaison with her boss is a bad idea. But in addition to the intellectual spark they share, there’s an undeniable physical connection between them she can’t seem to ignore.

Then it all goes wrong and instead of explaining himself, he skips town, nearly destroying her—and her career—in his wake.

Seven years later, he’s back and opening up old wounds she’d thought long healed. She’s recovered her career, her reputation, and her confidence despite his devastating betrayal. She should hate him. Instead, she finds herself drawn to him once again.

Why can’t she get him out of her head? And why does her body still react to him after so many years apart?

This steamy, slow-burn, medical romance has a wonderful happily ever after and is perfect for fans of Mariana Zapata, Alexis Daria, and TL Swan.

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About the Author

Ofelia Martinez is a Mexican-American romance author. Originally from the Texas border, Ofelia now resides in Missouri with her partner and their dog, Pixel.

She loves good books, tequila, and chocolate. Though she identifies most with Makoto Kino, she proudly shares a birthday with Usagi Tsukino. When not writing, you can find Ofelia making visual art.

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Excerpt

I didn’t see him move so much as I sensed him approaching, drawn to him like the pull of a magnet that had always been there between us, binding us together. That hadn’t changed, and alarms started blaring in my brain.

“That was very kind of you, Dr. Ramirez,” he said.

Crossing my arms, I finally turned to him as he walked over to me, his steps a loud echo in the empty auditorium. I liked this position of power, sitting on top of the stage like a queen waiting for her peasants to come up to her from below. I smiled and clung to that image to give me the strength I would need to deal with the person I hated the most in this universe.

“Dr. Medina,” I said. “How . . . nice to see you.”

“Please call me Hector, Carolina,” he said, his voice trying to soothe me like a child. The nerve.

“That’s ‘Dr. Ramirez’ to you, Dr. Medina. Let’s keep this professional.”

He finally stood in front of me, and I reveled in this view from the higher vantage point. He looked up to meet my face from several feet below. Letting out a breath, he handed me the book. I arched an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t kidding,” he said. “I would very much like a dedication.”

“You are kidding.” I scoffed.

“No, Carolina. I’m serious. I’m very proud of you.”

Proud? That gave me pause. Why would the man who nearly ruined my career be proud of me?

Disbelieving, I snatched the book from his hand. I opened the cover to the third page, which had the most blank space for a dedication. I smiled devilishly. I couldn’t resist:

To the Devil himself—

You couldn’t pull me down to hell with you.

Hate always,

Dr. Ramirez

Jumping off the edge of the stage, I landed squarely in front of him and handed him the book. Standing on his level, I hated the height difference. I was tall, but he still had a good three inches on me. He encroached on my space too much with his height. I damned him for looking more handsome than ever.