Touched to the soul is the 2nd story in the Touched series about the four sexy hotel tycoon brothers. This is Dale and Zoe’s story.
Enjoy the snippet below – you’ll also find the answer to the question in the TRR’s Year Splash Eng Party in here 🙂
‘Zoe closed her eyes and wished the floor would swallow her up. She loved her romance-writing mother dearly, but at times like this she could cheerfully throttle her. She was forever trying to find husbands for her daughters. Zoe hoped now that Caitlin was married, her mother would back off, but obviously she had no such plans.
Smiling, her mother waved at them and moved away. The music changed again, and the next minute Dale stood in front of her, holding out his hand for a dance. Zoe glanced toward Hannah and Dana, but the other two Cavallo’s held out their hands toward her sister and their friend as well.
There was no way she could refuse this dance—her mother would never forgive her. OK, she’d do this and then nobody could accuse her of not behaving properly.
This was such a bad idea, but short of causing a scene, she couldn’t say no. She took a deep breath and, without looking at Dale, put her hand in his—her last rational act.
The next minute Dale had her on her feet and spun her around. Then he pulled her in and kept her close to his body as he danced around the floor with her. Her feet followed his as if she’d done this a million times before, as if they’d always been dancing together. His movements were flawless, graceful, intoxicating.
This close to him, his scent filled her nostrils, seeped through her skin into her bloodstream from where it filled every cell in her body. His powerful muscles flexed under her hands, his breath caressed her check, and his big, warm hand stroked her sensuously up and down her bare back, leaving every centimeter of her flesh craving for more. Their bodies were fused together. She closed her eyes and let the music and the man take over.
This would end in a few minutes; she would probably not see Dale again very soon, if ever, but for the moment she was tired of denying herself this sensation.’