Running to Her

DANE
As a cardio-thoracic surgeon, my life is not my own. I spend my days . . . my nights, my weeks . . . haunting the wards, standing between the enemy—Death—and the patients whose lives are in my hands. To scare away my own demons, I run long distance, just me and the open road.
That leaves me with no time for romance; I would never ask a woman to put her life on hold for me while I answer emergency call after call, while I battle under the harsh lights of my operating theatre. I’ve given up hope on love . . . that is, until I meet a lush, luscious brunette who dresses like a pack of Skittles and kisses like an enchantress. . . .

CALLIE
Colors make me happy, so I surround myself with them, drape them around me to bring myself and others joy. I love art and live for it, so why not?
I like being active; I dance and do yoga, and these days, running is my thing. Then one cool Saturday morning I cross paths with—well, collide with—this strong, sandy-haired stranger with yum-yum eyes, who leaves me hungering for food . . . and for other ways to fulfil my appetite.
The problem is, it’s clear that Dane and my boss, Songé, had something going once. And seeing him and me together does not make her happy . . .

This is a stand-alone, steamy, alpha male, curvy woman, insta love story.