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Dr. Tracey Nichols doesn’t have time for the fun in her life. Work at a Hospice, as well as the local hospital, absorb her waking hours but her interest in the anatomy of the handsome playboy mechanic manages to capture her dreams.
Denzil Wright loves to flirt.
He’s not ready to be any woman’s Mr. Right until he has the chance to spend time with one dedicated, workaholic doctor.
Can love create common ground between the intellectual, labcoat-trussed doctor and the free-wheeling, blue-collar worker?
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Excerpt from Eight Ball:
He stroked the stick with the sensitive touch of a dedicated lover.
Tracey hesitated a minute longer, admiring Denzil’s skill and, even more, appreciating his tight buns as he bent over and slid the smoothly bored wood between long fingers.
The heat flushing her skin had nothing to do
with the temperature rising off the pavement outside.
The ball glided effortlessly across green felt and nudged the striped ball into a nearby pocket.
“Only two more, my dear.”
His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, even though she knew he wasn’t directing his comment to her.
The redhead standing on the other side of the table looked up and spotted her.
A mischievous grin tipped up Ari’s mouth.
“And the eight ball.”
“You have four left, Zephyr.”
“True, quit yapping and miss your shot.”
His rough chuckle filled the game alcove.
“Tracey!” the redhead called out just as he leaned into his shot.
The yellow and white ball bounced off the edge of the pocket leaving it further from its goal than when he’d started.
“Ariel O’Dare!”
“What?”
His opponent gave him a look of such innocence, Tracey could almost believe her friend had not deliberately chosen that moment to announce her presence.
Ariel ignored his spluttering protest and strolled over with a cat-like grace Tracey envied.
“What are you doing here?”
As if her friend didn’t know.
“I just stopped in for a bite to eat.”
Like she ever went to bars alone.
She couldn’t believe Ari had talked her into this ridiculous charade.
Okay, so it was her own fault for unwisely admitting to the mad crush she had on her best friend’s cousin.
Should have kept her mouth shut.
But the drinks at Ari’s bachelorette party had loosened her tongue.
What a fool.
A gorgeous guy like him would never be interested in her.
And yet, here she was with her hair down, wearing snug jeans, and a deeply veed top.
And he was staring at her.
She hunched her shoulders self-consciously.
And then straightened when she realized that would only make her look frumpier.
He gave her an incredulous once over.
“Dr. Nichols?”
Ariel rolled her eyes.
“Quit teasing, Denzil.”
His grin was sheepish, but he held out a hand.
“Hi.”
Tracey accepted his firm two-handed shake, unsure whether to be pleased or annoyed by the surprise in his eyes.
Surely she didn’t look that different.
How she wished for her enveloping white lab coat.
She should have gone home to do that research. But somehow Davey had wheedled her plans out of her and insisted she come tonight.
Have a bit of fun for him.
Denzil still hadn’t let go of her hand.
She resisted the temptation to tug it away, instead letting herself savor the warmth and strength of his hold.
“I almost didn’t recognize you.”
He actually ducked his head as if embarrassed.
“Without a stethoscope, I mean.”
“It’s in my car. I can go get it.
But then I’ll feel rather like Hester Prynne without her A, unrecognized without it.”
Brief Biography: K.A.Taylor
is a history buff with a fascination for the little details who reads endlessly, researches fanatically, and writes obsessively.
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