Love Me Back To Life by Elle G. Mraz

New release Love Me Back To Life is a beautiful story about finding love after tragedy. Not one to be missed.




Kendall Matthews is intelligent, quick on her feet, and compassionate – everything you’d want in an ICU nurse. When a fatal accident turns her world upside down, she struggles to pick up the pieces, uncertain that she’ll ever regain control or rediscover her sense of self.

Dr. Anson Allaway is a renowned neurosurgeon – and an unapologetic playboy. Kendall’s colleague at South Florida’s Gold Coast General, he would never consider dipping his pen in the company ink (despite rumors to the contrary).

But everything changes when Kendall brazenly looks to Anson for an escape from her grief – and he unexpectedly finds his way back from the burdens of his own past.


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Kendall has been in her own personal hell for a long time now. A tragic accident ripped her world apart and now having had time to grieve, she wants to get back to work and move on. The first step to doing this? Spend the night with renown playboy Dr Anson Allaway.

When she arrives at the club it doesn’t take long to get him to agree. They both expected a great night together and then everything to go back to normal at work. But they didn’t expect that night to change everything.

Anson has always admired Kendall from afar but now he’s had her he wants more. Kendall just wanted to escape for a night then move on but now Anson is hot on her trail she can’t help but want him. She’s scared of her past, her future and to move on – for so long she’s been going through the motions but not truly living. Will Anson be the man to love her back to life?

I absolutely adored this book! Such a beautiful storyline mixed in with brilliant characters and some HOT HOT HOT scenes! I want my own Dr Allaway 😉 …pretty please?




“Hey,” Kendall said, pulling at Dr. Allaway before letting go of his hand. He turned to face her. “Just to reassure you: I’m not looking for a way into your heart.”

Relieved to hear this, and somewhat embarrassed he was so easy to read, Dr. Allaway relaxed and confessed, “Matthews, or Kendall rather, it’s… it’s not that getting to know you outside of work would be bad. In fact, we’d probably get along great. It’s just that… I just don’t want you to be expecting that. The last thing I want to do is cause any further hurt for you. You know what I mean?”

“Doctor… uh, Anson? Double A? See?! I don’t even know what the hell to call you!”

Kendall said, laughing through her embarrassment, lightening the entire mood on the doorstep.

“Anson,” he clarified with a smile that reached his eyes. “I’ve heard about the Double A nickname.”

“Anson it is then,” she stated matter-of-factly. “The problem is my late husband. I know! He’s everywhere I go right now! And yes, I’m grieving. But tonight – if not just for tonight – I’ve left it all behind. I. Just. Want. To have. Some fucking. Sex.” She drew in a breath and apologetically cringed. “And, no offense, but I figured you’d be a safe bet and probably a wiser choice than someone random. At this point, I was willing to see what Bryan could do for me, but turns out he’s in a committed relationship.” Kendall rolled her eyes in jest, Bryan being a flamboyantly gay respiratory therapist.

Anson’s smile broadened again. “No offense taken. And just for the record, I’m not usually this predictable, but I hear what you’re saying. And honestly…” He paused, his expression softening. “I’m so sorry for your loss and I apologize for not saying that earlier.” A doleful look spread across his face as he reflected on his behavior. “I guess I am more of an ass than I’d like to admit. But with regard to tonight, rest assured, I do get tested regularly. Which begs the question: Are you on the pill?”

“I’ve got condoms. A nurse always comes prepared,” she said with a wink. “And you’re not an ass, just a player. No need to apologize.”

“I’m not a player,” Anson contested.

“You just fuck a lot?”

He laughed, impressed with her wit, raising his eyebrows suggestively as a wolfish grin returned to his face.

Surprised she would just address the elephant in the room like that, Anson respected

Kendall’s approach. Strangely, he imagined what Dan would look like: a respectable firefighter, surely a good guy who must have played a role in shaping his wife to be so secure and confident in her ways. And now, seeing this whole other side of Kendall, he oddly admired Dan as well.

Anson could tell they must have had one of those rare marriages exemplifying love. She was definitely not on a mission to replace him tonight.

No one would compare.

Reeling his thoughts back in once again, Anson snapped his fingers and pointed at

Kendall. “Okay, great. Now that we’ve gotten all that out in the open.” He turned back to the door to unlock it.

“So, do you have kids?” he asked. “Nevermind. Ignore that. I don’t know why the hell I just asked that. We’re clearly spending way too much time talking out here.”

“Nope, no kids. And I agree, less talk.”

Before he had a chance to fully turn the key in the keyhole, Kendall grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lower back, and pulled his head down toward hers, taking control once again. And Anson was right there with her. He pressed his hips close against hers, rapaciously sucking her waiting lips, the abandoned keys dangling from the lock.

They both inhaled sharply as he repositioned her up against the solid wood door, driving his tongue deep into her mouth, then softly gliding it along the edge of her top lip. With his hands firmly grasping the inside of her back pockets, squeezing and grabbing her, Anson rocked his pelvis into hers, effectively pinning her to the wood.

At first, his drive was purely primal in nature – his goal, like always, to check out mentally and fulfill that selfish gratification often accompanying meaningless sex. But the more deeply he kissed her, inhaling the pheromones radiating from her pores mixing with the sultry air, the more his focus shifted to Kendall.

And Kendall noticed.

The intensity of their exchange was far more exhilarating than she’d anticipated. Considering she’d been kissing only one man for the last decade, she’d expected an awkward vibe to override this new sexually charged contact.

But with Anson? It felt familiar, safe, and right, so very right – yet wildly exotic and intoxicating all in the same breath. The alluring dichotomy seduced her, exceeding even the expectations of her active imagination.

Anson tugged gently at her hair before letting his hand glide along her neck and over her covered breast, where he paused to fondle her. Carefully, he lifted the hem of her loosely designed chiffon top, still feeding off her fiery kisses, and slid his hand on to her bare skin, up her back, and to her bra clasp. Her skin submissively hummed under his commanding touch. From her panting mouth, he moved to taste her earlobe and the salty skin of her sleek neckline.

With one snap of his fingers, he undid the clasp, freeing her. His left hand danced lightly along the side of her ribcage to her breast, eliciting an airy giggle from Kendall. He returned to her mouth, relishing in her response, and sealed his grin against hers. His fingertips salaciously outlined the supple bottom curve of her breast, teasing her in hope of that same delightful response, then seductively caressing and squeezing her entire breast.

Powerless against his skilled hand, Kendall moaned into his mouth, arching her back, pressing her breast into his palm, and hardening him with excitement. He massaged her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while sucking at her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. Their tongues met again, the cool saliva coating her swollen lips – lips that burned lasciviously from the rough friction of his stubbly facial hair.

Just as he began to lift her blouse, exposing her breasts to the humid South Florida night, Kendall pushed his chest away, taking Anson aback. He searched her eyes for assurance, respectfully bringing both hands to rest on her hips. A cooling sensation rushed down both of them as he created a gap between his bulging jeans and her pelvis.

“Everything okay?” Concerned, he instinctively stroked her hip bones with his thumbs in a soothing manner.

Noticing the wistful look in his eyes, Kendall smiled reassuringly, enunciating her somewhat erratic breathing with the softest giggle.

“More than okay,” she exhaled. “I just thought we might want to pause for a second, so we can remember how to unlock a door and enter a house. Otherwise, I see us unzipping and finding a place amongst your sea grapes.”

Anson laughed. “Nah, no need to roll around in the dirt. I’ll just hold you up against the door. Then, if you can handle more, I’ll take you inside for round two.”

“Aren’t you the confident one? Last I checked, I had some pretty outstanding skills myself. And I’m guaranteeing you’ll be plain worn out when I’m through with you. Don’t get too attached. I’ll be gone before you know what hit you.” With that, Kendall turned, twisted the forgotten key in the lock and pushed down on the handle of the door.

As he held open the door, she looked back at him suggestively and playfully bit her bottom lip. Without warning, Kendall lecherously cupped his confined erection, then skipped over the threshold into his home.

Her playful teasing in this arena was so unexpected, so alluring, so fucking cute. Anson was far from the besotted type. Yet here he was, rapt. Kendall was someone he knew for her keen nursing intelligence and professional skills within the hospital walls. And now she was captivating him with a whole new area of expertise, one with which he was far more interested in becoming familiar. He shook his head in amusement and followed her inside.


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About the Author


Elle G. Mraz has several not-so-secret love affairs: peanut butter M&Ms, sweet champagne, and writing run-on sentences. She merged all three one day in 2014, continuing off and on until completing her first romance novel, Love Me Back to Life.

Elle met her Canadian husband in Guatemala and got hitched in Las Vegas. Together they laugh, dream big, and ponder life’s great mysteries (“When did our junk drawer become a junk room?”) while raising their two children, a couple odd rescue cats, and two even-odder rescue greyhounds. While she’s done her fair share of traveling and has lived abroad, Elle was raised along the briny Atlantic coast of South Florida, which she’ll always call home.

Writing spicy dramas for others to enjoy is a welcome distraction from Elle’s on-the-job drama as a full-time registered nurse. When she’s not working, spending time with her kids, or paying a bit of attention to her main man, she tries to squeeze in some writing and reading time – preferably on the beach with a mimosa.

A portion of her book’s proceeds will go directly to the Gold Coast Down Syndrome Organization. To learn more about this wonderful nonprofit that supports families who have children with Down syndrome in Palm Beach County, Florida, please visit:


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