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  POSSESSIVE VETERINARIAN

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 105

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive Veterinarian

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day

  Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker

  Book 93: Italian Mountain Man

  Book 94: Aggressive Russian

  Book 95: Possessive Valentine

  Book 96: Possessive Hunter

  Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend

  Book 98: Russian Teacher

  Book 99: Australian Obsession

  Book 100: Russian Next Door

  Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend

  Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia

  Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad

  Book 104: Basketball Babymaker

  Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian

  POSSESSIVE VETERINARIAN

  My dad’s best friend is a possessive veterinarian.

  The first time he lays eyes on me when I move back to my hometown after college is the first time I think there might actually be a chance to give my heart, my soul, and my first time to the only man I’ve ever wanted.

  But will my dad try and come between me and my dad’s best friend, saying this is just puppy love and needs to stop immediately?

  Or will my dad’s best friend risk becoming an ostracized lone wolf, knowing he’s quickly becoming an older man and the only thing that matters now is making this younger woman his…forever?

  *Possessive Veterinarian is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Delaney

  I wake with a start, my torso springing forward as my previously slumbering body quickly folds into an L.

  My breath is quick. My pulse racing. My eyes alert.

  Him.

  I’ve been dreaming about him again.

  Donovan, my dad’s best friend who loves animals so much he became a veterinarian, and the reason I came back to my hometown after just graduating college. And now I find out that the man has moved on to greener pastures and works in New York. So the moral of the story is if you’re gonna stalk a ma
n make sure you’re thorough. I wasn’t and now I’m paying the price in every way.

  My chest heaves as I try and catch my breath.

  I hear a noise mixed in with my panting and write it off as one of the sounds of my one room shack that was listed as a “quaint studio with amazing sunset views on a budget.” Yeah, sunset views all right. That is if I get the creaky stepladder out of the closet and stand on my tiptoes on the fifth and final rung, turn my neck to the side, and peer out the absolute corner of the window. So I can risk life and limb for two minutes of the sunset each day? Uhhhhh no.

  But at least I didn’t have to risk my bank account running any drier than it already is. At six hundred and fifty dollars it was by far the cheapest place I could find, and the only one that allowed me to put gas in my car and stay legally insured. I’m all about cutting corners, but not when it comes to insurance. If anything happened to my car, or me, or worse someone else, due to my driving I’d be financially ruined forever without it.

  I hear the noise again wondering if that’s what ruined my dream of Donovan.

  I stand, moving over toward my tiny quote unquote sunset window and open it.

  There it is again. It’s too loud not to recognize and I fear I know exactly what it is. I look down to the alley and see there’s nothing more than a single dumpster there.

  I shake my head, feeling angry and protective at the same time as I rush to slide on some jeans and throw on a sweater as I quickly slide into some slippers.

  The hallway is cold and the elevator is out so I take the stairs. The light is dim and it’s more than creepy at just after three in the morning. This isn’t the best side of town and the landlord promised that the lock on the front of the building would be fixed last week.

  But it wasn’t. Now I’m the girl who’s too stupid to live just praying there’s not somebody shooting up in the stairwell or who knows what other kind of nefarious activity.

  Five floors later it’s my lucky day as I arrive at the ground floor still nervous, but okay. I push open the front door of the building, glad to see the poor ladies of the night have disappeared and quickly scamper around to the side of the building.

  The sound is louder now and I want to cry.

  I shove up the top of the dumpster, but I’m not strong enough. It comes slamming back down. Dammit!

  I try again, and again, and find that seven really is the luckiest of numbers as it finds the wall behind it and stills.

  Reaching up, I grab the edge of the dumpster as I stand on my tiptoes and lean in.

  My heart breaks at the sight of three Samoyed puppies inside, looking up at me crying for help with those big dark eyes and stunning white fur, although it has a tint of brown to it now after some jerk who should be locked up for life decided to put them in a dumpster in the middle of the night. I grit my teeth and my hands ball into fists, losing hold of the edge of the dumpster.

  “Don’t you guys worry. I’ll be right back. I promise.”

  I hate to leave them and ironically should probably put the dumpster lid back down, but that’s not happening at this point.

  I dart back into the stairwell, fly into my apartment, and grab that rickety ladder.

  I move as quickly as I can back down the stairs, which isn’t exactly easy as I round the corners with this big, heavy, five-stepper made out of super high grade metal, although it’s clearly been used and abused over the years. It’s on its last legs, holding on for dear life...and it’s not the only one. I hold on for dear life myself, the weight of it trying to throw me off balance and right onto my face. Why couldn’t the owner just have got one of those ultra-lightweight three steppers?

  Regardless I’m out the front door a minute or two later and back at the dumpster.

  I get the stepladder in place and climb to the top, pursing my lips as I look down at those precious little creatures.

  Then it hits me that I have no way to carry them back up to my apartment.

  “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

  I’m back up and down a few minutes later with an oversized blanket that I’m going to have to improvise into some sort of carrying apparatus, like a stork delivering triplets.

  I carefully go to the top of the step, hold my breath, and start to lower myself in…praying to god I don’t step on a syringe.

  The only problem is these little guys keep moving right to where I want to step. God, they’re so perfect, so lovable, and so everything I don’t have space for and can’t afford right now.

  A tear slides down my eye as I grit my teeth. I manage to wiggle my foot in-between two of them and lower myself into the trash.

  Thankfully the layer that covers the bottom isn’t that thick, but it sure does smell like the throwaway from the Chinese take-out place around the corner.

  Oh well. There’s no time to worry about myself right now. I’ve got to rescue these gorgeous little fur balls of joy.

  I manage to get them situated in the blanket and kind of wrapped around my neck. I’m suddenly feeling pretty good about myself, despite the fact that they’re heavy as hell and getting them out of here safely and back down that ladder is gonna be tough.

  “Got ya, bitch!” someone yells and I hear footsteps and the sound of my ladder being swiped, just before laughter that I swear is mixed in with the whistle of someone missing their two front teeth.

  And then the lid comes flopping down.

  I cradle the blanket with one hand and raise the other so it doesn’t hit me in the head, but it’s too late.

  Everything goes black.

  CHAPTER 2

  Delaney

  “Good morning. Can you please tell me where you get your shots done for the animals that are brought in for adoption?”

  It’s exactly nine on the dot and I’m miraculously back in my apartment. I blacked out for just a few minutes and when I came to I spent the next forty-five minutes trying to get that damn dumpster lid to stay open. Just when my muscles were so fatigued, and filled with enough lactic acid to render me immobile, two prostitutes came and saved me just before the five a.m. trash truck arrived.

  Saved from a dumpster by two hookers just before sunrise. Remind me to sell that story to someone in Hollywood.

  But did those ladies ever have a big heart, and they even helped bring the puppies up to my apartment. In hindsight it seemed kind of foolish to let them inside the building and all the way up to my door, but if they weren’t nice they would have just left me in the dumpster, right? I didn’t invite them in for coffee and biscuits, and technically they didn’t step foot inside my place, only making it as far as standing in front in the hallway. That said, I did run back down with my last two pints of Ben & Jerry’s and a couple of spoons to show my appreciation for all they did. I told them they could keep the spoons, and gave them each a Puerto Vallarta magnet from my fridge too. Not that I’ve ever been to Puerto Vallarta, but hey, they were two for ninety-nine cents at Dollar General and they were colorful, happy, and served as motivation for me to make something out of my life.

  “We inoculate all our animals in-house.”

  “Oh. Well, I found some puppies that someone abandoned last night and I was wondering if you recommended anyone who could maybe give them the shots they need.”

  “Well, if you’d like to put them up for adoption you’re welcome to bring them by here. There’s no charge.”

  I swallow hard. “How long do you keep them?”

  “Right now we’re at full capacity so maybe ten days…two weeks tops.”

  “Two weeks!” I pause. “Sorry about that.”

  “It’s okay. I feel terrible about it too, but you know…budget cuts.”

  “But they’re three Samoyeds. I’m no expert but they look like purebreds.”

  “Three of them is actually harder to sell than one, but we should be able to split them up and I’d be surprised if we have to put more than one of them down.”

  I immediately start crying. My eyes move to the floor where all three o
f them are rolling around on the linoleum as one giant fluffy ball.

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  “Would you like to make an appointment to drop them off?”

  “No thank you,” I say in-between sobs. I end the call before I embarrass myself anymore or have anymore of these thoughts.

  “Fuck!” I yell at the top of my voice.

  The worst phrase in the English language is no good deed goes unpunished. I absolutely hate it, but right now the universe is trying to tell me there might just be some truth to it.

  The ball of fur disbands and one of the puppies takes off sliding across the slick surface beneath our feet. The other two follow and in-between tears I start laughing, rubbing the back of my hand across my eyes.

  The lead puppy makes a sharp turn and then comes barreling back across the room only to slide again and land right on my foot. “Oh. Hey there!” I say, just as his two brothers come sliding in right behind him.

  They pile up like a skit from The Three Stooges. I used to love watching that show with my nanaw in the afternoons before she passed.