Friday, June 08, 2007
Available Now from Aspen Mountain Press
As a veterinarian, Tambra works long hours and has little time to "search" for a man. When she unexpectedly meets a man covered with tattoos and wearing a kilt, holding a small bunny while attending a Wiccan retreat she discovers things aren't always what they seem.
Tambra froze in her tracks as she stared at the gorgeous male five paces ahead of her. She’d be late for the morning circle, but this would be worth the lecture later. He wasn’t watching where he was going, but instead looked down at the small bundle of rags he held in his hands.
Mr. Gorgeous was tanned and muscular. Since he was dressed in nothing but a kilt, she could easily see the tattoos that covered most of his legs, arms and chest, but didn’t detract from his looks at all. What woman wouldn’t want a bad boy like him? By the time she realized he was on a collision course with her, she tried to sidestep, but wasn’t fast enough.
“Oomph,” she gasped as her breath escaped in a whoosh and a tingle of electricity raced through her body starting at the point of contact and ending at her curled toes.
“Sorry.” His voice was low and husky as he lifted his gaze from his bundle to her.
“It’s okay.” She stared, caught up in the emerald green of his eyes. There probably wasn’t one thing about him that would disappoint. Maybe he was stupid, or mean, or something. He couldn’t look this fine and have a good personality.
“I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He licked his lips as he held her gaze.
Was he caught up in the same sexual charge she felt? Did he know she wanted nothing more than to throw him down on the ground and ride him fast and hard?
“It’s okay.” She sounded so breathy and desperate. Yet judging by the way his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, he liked it.
“Do you know Tambra Wood?”
Tambra blinked. The hunk was looking for her.