Linda O’Connor started writing a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home décor store. It turns out she loves writing romantic comedies and has a few more stories to tell. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories :D ). She hangs out at www.lindaoconnor.net.
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Dr.
Brianna Scott looked forward to sleeping away her staycation, until a lucky
windfall meant an upgrade to palm trees, an ocean view . . . and the sexy Dr.
Matt Gaelen. She’ll play and have fun, but can a holiday fling really turn into
a soul mate for life? Doubtful.
Matt
has no radar for sniffing out gold-diggers and protecting his heart. Until now.
Brianna is more turned off than turned on by his wealth. What are his chances
of getting her to overlook it? Dubious at best.
Improbable
and uncertain, iffy and unlikely – the typical path to love.
Perfectly
Skeptical
. . . love when you least expect it.
Excerpt:
She stopped in her tracks and squealed,
almost bumping into a man standing on her porch. He put out his hand to steady
her.
“Oh my god, you scared me,” she said,
taking a deep breath.
Laughing blue eyes looked back at her.
“Sorry about that. I was just about to knock, but you beat me to it.” His eyes
swept the length of her. “I was sent to see how you’re doing.”
Brianna stiffened. “I’m fine. Why?” She
hadn’t advertised she was going away. Her parents and Maisy were the only ones
who knew where she was.
“You haven’t been out and about.”
Who’s keeping tabs? And who would send
this dark-haired, all muscle, all-male hunk with the relaxed island smile and
disarming blue eyes? Not her parents, that’s for sure. Maisy? It was entirely
possible. Maisy’s reach was surprisingly long.
Don’t
live a little. Live a lot. Maisy, you’re a cheeky devil, sending a male escort. He
looked at her with a patient smile, waiting for her to catch up. Something
about a tropical paradise and his sexy bod made her consider. Brianna narrowed
her eyes at him. “Are you married?”
“Nope.”
“Do you have nail fungus?”
He blinked and his smile faltered. “No.
Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m feeling great.” She stepped closer
to him. His eyes darkened. He didn’t step away. What the hell – she could play
this game. Be cool. Fake nonchalance. Cultivate some of that swagger that came
so easily to Maisy. Her heart pounded, but he didn’t need to know.
She went on her toes and brushed her
lips against his. When he responded and took control, Brianna felt a tingle
from her head to her toes. She pressed closer and felt the hard muscle of his
chest through the thin shirt he wore. He caressed the bare skin of her back and
skimmed her waist. She opened her mouth to take him deeper and their tongues
danced. This wasn’t the kiss of a boy. This was the kiss of experience. Maybe
Maisy had it right – if you were going to play, you might as well play with
top-of-the-line equipment.
He ran his hands down her arms and then
gripped them gently and pushed her away, breaking off the kiss. Brianna raised
startled eyes to his and made a noise in protest.
“I’m sorry.” He stepped back, putting
more distance between them, and cleared his throat. “I think you have the wrong
idea. I’m Matt Gaelen. Dr. Matt
Gaelen.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Jerome and Maria were worried because
you hadn’t shown up at the restaurant, so they asked me to come and check on
you.”
“Jerome and Maria. Owners of the
villas?”
“Yes.”
Uh-oh.
“You weren’t sent by Maisy?”
“No, I don’t know a Maisy.” He grinned.
“Though I wish I did.”
She felt a flush rise on her cheeks. So
much for living it up. “I’m very sorry,” she said stiffly. “That was a
misunderstanding.” She grimaced. “It won’t happen again.” She’d stay well and
truly hidden under a rock of mortification.
He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m happy
to see you’re fine. Better than fine.” He smiled. “I’ll let them know.” He
turned and jogged down the steps. And then he stopped and looked back. “But it
does seem a shame that it won’t happen again.”
Brianna blew out a breath and watched
him go. That wasn’t embarrassing. She
cringed. This was precisely why she wanted solitude and privacy. She shook her
head at herself and picked up her towel. The light was fading, but she still
had time for a quick dip to cool off.
Let
that be a lesson learned – well two, really: don’t jump to conclusions, and Dr.
Matt Gaelen is an excellent kisser.
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