Have you ever met someone you thought had it all together to find out that underneath that facade that they were really very needy? That is just the kind of character Michelle is in my newest book The Rebel Who Stole Her Heart. She is a heart surgeon with a tough exterior but is falling apart inside. Michelle is undone by Ty, a motorcycle riding anesthesiologist raised by hippy parents. He thinks he is nothing like them but he never stays in one place long. With a big heart, he is well liked in the hospital but for Michelle he is the worst person who could have come into her life – Ty sees right through her.
This book was great fun to write.
Unbuttoned by the maverick!
Protected by her ice queen facade and wearing her designer suits as armor, heart surgeon Michelle Ross is always in control. Then maverick anesthesiologist Ty Smith sweeps into her operating theater and ruffles her well-groomed feathers!
He is her complete opposite, but even Michelle isn’t immune to his charms—especially when she starts to see the real Ty. She knows that he’ll soon be back on his sleek black motorcycle, out on the road again, but can she stop her heart from leaving with him…?
Here is a little excerpt that shows the interaction between Michelle and Ty.
She slipped under the wheel. “Goodnight, Ty,” and closed the door.
Looking out the rearview window, she saw him saunter over to where a motorcycle was parked. He had a loose hipped walk that beguiled his bulk. Letting him get into her head wasn’t a good idea.
She stuck her key into the ignition and turned it. A clicking noise was all that happened. She tried it again. The engine refused to start.
The zoom of a motorcycle being turned off made her look into the mirror. Ty was getting off the cycle and putting the kickstand down. She opened the car door. “The battery is dead.”
He stepped closer. “You had trouble with it before?”
“Yeah. It was a little slow to start for me when I headed here. I was going to have it seen about tomorrow.”
“Well, it looks like you’re going to need a ride home.”
She searched for her phone. “I’ll call a taxi.”
“I’ll give you a lift.”
“I don’t think so. I’ll just wait here on a taxi.”
“Be realistic, Michelle. How long do you think it will take a taxi to show up at this hour? And you’re sure as heck not going to sit in a dark parking lot and wait.”
“I can go inside.”
“Come on. Let me give you a ride home? I’ll drive slow. No fancy moves.”
Still unsure, she was exhausted and the thought of having to wait another hour or long to head home wasn’t appealing. She grabbed her purse as she climbed out of the car. “Okay, but no nonsense. I saw one too many motorcycle victims when I was doing my ER rotation.”
“I promise only one wheelie.”
“What!” She stepped back planning to refuse to get on.
“Kidding. Just kidding.”