GENRE: FAIRY TALE / ROMANCE
BLURB:
Viktor Prinz
When an IED hit my unit, it set off a chain of events that transformed me. Gone is the easygoing and charming man whom everyone flocked to. I’m no longer the whole man I used to be, and I’ve accepted this darker side.
Isabel Marchant
In my twelve years as a physical therapist, I’ve never been tempted to cross the line with a patient. That is, not until Viktor Prinz answers the door in his nearly-naked state. Seeing past the grief, I find the first man to make me want more.
Can Viktor find the strength to accept the cards he’s been dealt? Or will he run this beauty who stands up to him out of his life, never to return again?
EXCERPT:
He’s absolutely beautiful. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos, one design woven into the next. The T-shirt he put on earlier now covers the upper half of his body, but from his nearly naked welcome, I know his tattoos continue all the way up. A few disappear over his traps and onto his back. Stories in picture form cover him, on display for all to see. Some are in bright vivid colors, and others pop in black and white.
I observe his face and notice his full, soft, kissable lips twitch under my stare.
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to stare?”
My gaze flies to his. Dark brown eyes almost pitch-black stare into my own. Curiosity and amusement flit across them, and I clear my throat. “Sorry, I thought you were asleep.” I lie, because the truth is not only embarrassing but completely unethical.
Viktor is my patient, I remind myself.
After kneeling at his side, I slide the foam roller under his knees. Looking around me, I spot my massage oil and lean forward to grab it.
“Well hello,” his voice, now husky, teases.
Instantly I realize my error, as the new position presses my belly to his. I can feel his muscles ripple through our shirts. Desire shoots through my body and lands between my thighs. I gasp and push back with the bottle of oil in my hand.
This man has me completely off-kilter. I’m behaving like a student rather than the professional I am.
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