 Are you the dark and brooding person who loves someone who is bright and happy? What about the classic morning person vs night person? Clean freak vs slob? There are certainly some great reasons why opposites attract. I love having someone who understands my weaknesses and can pick up the slack. I also love that someone can see a different perspective that I don't notice. Best of all, opposites can lead to some major sparks! A CAPTIVATING TOUCH is a romance with opposites. A free spirited healer and a by the book business man. Oh and the sparks are certainly there! Now available for purchase, be sure to pick up this amazing book which will have you turning the pages into the night. Which opposite are you? The reading the whole book in one sitting or savoring it through the week because you don't want it to end? Blurb: Discover beautiful South Africa in this sweet, heart-warming Cinderella story about a blogger, a billionaire, and one chance meeting. When it comes to men, if physiotherapist Caitlin Sutherland didn't have bad luck, she’d have no luck at all. To help cope, Caitlin blogs about the men she meets and the bad dates she’d gone on. While on duty during the annual Wines to Whales bicycle race, a gorgeous, sweaty cyclist walks in and sets her hormones dancing. But he is Don Cavallo; one of the four Cavallo brothers — hotel tycoons, famous as much for their business skills as for the number of beauties seen on their arms. Billionaire Don Cavallo has his own issues with the other sex. He has yet to find one who is interested in him, not his money or hotels. But when this sexy physio puts her hands on his back, she not only touches his body, but also his heart. They've both been burned before, but neither of them can stop themselves from playing with fire. EXCERPT: “Please take off your shirt and lie down on your stomach,” Caitlin said and turned away, looking for the massage oil. “Any pain in your legs?” she asked as she turned back to him. And nearly dropped the bottle of oil she was holding. On the same level as her eyes was the most perfect six-pack of steel muscles she had ever seen. And if she hadn’t been holding something in her hand, she would probably have done something stupid like putting out a hand and touching him to make sure his abs really felt as hard as they looked. “The pain kind of goes down into my right buttock,” he said, bringing her back to reality. What was she thinking? She stepped back quickly and turned her back on him again. “Okay, please lie down,” she mumbled while frantically looking for something else to do. A towel. She would need a towel. There was a sound behind her, and praying that the man was lying down, she once more turned around, this time slowly. He was stretched out on his stomach. His broad, muscled back was as impressive as the six-pack in front. Her hands tingled as if she were already touching him. Oh, my goodness. It is so hot in here all of a sudden. Caitlin exhaled slowly. She was a trained professional. Treating injuries was what she’d studied so hard for and what she wanted to do. He is just another patient. In pain. She was supposed to help him, not drool over him. “You have probably overstretched the ligaments, causing them to overstrain,” she said, trying to focus on what she was doing, not what she wanted to be doing. His head turned. “You think?” Sarcasm dripped from his words. “Yes, I think,” she snapped. “You guys should all learn to change your riding position.” “Will you just give me a massage? Please? Lower back.” He turned his head again. Caitlin gnashed her teeth in an effort to keep quiet. Any wayward thoughts she had about the man vanished. Could one person be so obnoxious and irritating? She normally made light conversation with her patients, but if he didn’t want that, fine. She poured some of the oil onto her palm. As she brought her hands down onto his lower back, she steeled herself. Any second now she was going to touch him. Annoyed, she shook her head. She was a trained physiotherapist for goodness’ sake, not a masseuse in a sleazy joint. And then her hands were on his back, kneading and massaging muscles hard as steel. Now Available |
