This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Natalie will be awarding a digital copy of BREATHE FOR ME (a backlist indie hot romance) and a $20 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
For two weeks Nina Breslin had passed an enticing stranger when catching the Baker Street Tube to go to work. So utterly sexy, and enticingly foreign, she figures he’s eons out of her league—until the day he makes an outrageous proposal.
Dr. Eduardo Ruiz needs a break from the heart-breaking reality of his job. So when he finally introduces himself to the vivacious woman he’s been admiring, he quickly realizes they could help each other with their sticky situations…and have great fun in the process.
They agree to an outrageous plan. For one night only, she’ll masquerade as his girlfriend to appease his overzealous family members, and he’ll accompany her to meet with her ex-fiancé’s friends, pretending to be her attentive lover. Can they play by their own rules, or will they succumb to the pull of seduction?
Enjoy an excerpt:
She relaxed into the seat and smiled. “So what did you tell your aunt about me?”
Now his expression went sheepish. “That we met at the hospital. You’re a surgeon.”
Nina jerked up and choked on nothing but air.
“Don’t worry.” He glanced at her in mild concern. “She really doesn’t speak much English. You’ll be fine.”
“What sort of surgeon am I?” she wheezed, fanning her face with her fingers.
He had the grace to look slightly ashamed. “Brain surgeon.”
“At the age of twenty-four?” she shrieked. “Wow. I always wanted to be a child prodigy, but this is pushing it.”
He laughed. Hunching forward, his shoulders shook as he laughed hard.
Of course, that made her want to laugh too—all her earlier anger and hurt pride dissolved. “This is insane. I can’t possibly pretend to be a brain surgeon.”
“Of course you can,” he leaned back, still smiling. “She won’t ask you about it. To her, a brain surgeon is a nightmare. They want me to meet some woman who wants nothing but babies and who’ll drag me back to Spain. The last thing they want is me with a career woman. Especially not one in medicine.”
“You don’t want babies and a villa in Spain?”
He didn’t need to answer, his face said it all. What had put him off kids so vehemently?
“Nor do I,” she admitted. At least not in the foreseeable future. “But a holiday home in the sun could be good, though.” Then she went back to panicking about the scam ahead. “I don’t know the first thing about brain surgery.”
“Don’t worry.” He reached for his wallet to pay the driver. “I don’t really care what she thinks.”
“If that’s the case, why am I here?” she challenged. “Why are you here?”
About the Author:
She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand with her husband and four children.
Find out more at her website http://www.natalie-anderson.com and be sure to sign up for her newsletter.
She's also on Twitter and Facebook.