Long hours at her laptop developing a new video game hasn’t been kind to Marisa Finley’s waistline. Burned out, exhausted, and more than a little insecure about her body, she checks into a luxury spa resort in Sedona, Arizona, hoping to jumpstart a healthier lifestyle.
Once her best friend twists her arm to get her to disrobe for the incredibly hot massage therapist, Marisa finds herself relaxing under his healing hands. And maybe enjoying herself just a little too much.
An aspiring pro mountain biker who supports himself working at the spa, Gage Acton has always kept it strictly professional with his clients. But when things get unexpectedly steamy during Marisa’s massage, he’s left as confused and embarrassed as she is. And maybe just a little disappointed to watch her luscious backside in full retreat.
It should have ended there…until an unplanned encounter on a hiking trail gives them a second chance to start off on the right foot.
Warning: The chemistry between this hero and heroine is hotter than the Arizona desert.
In honor of my sexy spa story, Just a Touch, releasing in one week, here’s a fun excerpt:
She followed Gage into a low-lit area where soft ambient sounds played. Even in the
dimness, the space gleamed with hardwoods and bamboo. A massage table covered with heavy fabric sat in the middle of the floor, and a mat rested a couple of feet away on the ground. Sweat beaded at her temples. This room was noticeably warmer than the waiting area. White pillar candles flickered, filling the air with a soft fragrance.
“What is that smell?”
“Chamomile. Karen suggested it for you. She said you were looking for calm.”
“Oh.” They’d discussed her? The thought set her on edge. So much for calm.
“If the scent bothers you, I can blow them out.”
“No, it’s lovely. Really.” Far more troubling was the thought of what Karen might have
said to Gage about her. She didn’t like the idea of him already thinking of her as a neurotic workaholic. She was a neurotic workaholic, but no reason for him to know that already.