Niagara Falls, the ‘Honeymoon Capital’ of the world and home to the first Castillo Hotel on Canadian soil, sets the stage for Madame Evangeline’s next matchmaking adventure, one that threatens to break her winning streak. Tamara and Derek are too busy for romance, too driven professionally to establish a lasting connection on their own. When they hop on their motorcycles and go for a ride, attraction roars as fast and powerful as the Falls, but too many miles and obligations stand between them. His and hers—separate lives and different worlds. Can they establish middle ground long enough to make a deal… ‘I’ll show you mine…if you, Show Me Yours…’
“You are nothing like the men I’ve had the misfortune of meeting over the past few years.”
He cleared his throat noisily and pulled away from her. “I think we best head inside before we give that guard a show to remember.”
“I’m sorry. There’s just something about you....” She stepped forward and planted a warm and inviting kiss on his mouth, tugging at his bottom lip before she broke free and walked toward the hotel entrance.
She didn’t need to turn around to gauge his reaction. A low growl preceded a hissing as he expelled a breath through what sounded like clenched teeth. Only after that did she hear his boots snap against the asphalt.
Inside, she paused to wait for him. He now stood so close behind her she felt his warmth on her neck.
“How about room service?”
Her breath hitched and she pressed back against him. “Yes.”
Her consent prompted Derek into action.
“Hang tight.” He walked over to the desk to talk to the clerk. The man nodded several times, and at one point glanced past Derek at her and scribbled something down on a pad of paper. Derek pointed to their bikes before pressing a folded bill in his palm. Judging by the guy’s reaction, she’d guess a hundred dollar bill.
Her date walked with an air of confidence, not arrogance. More often than not, a man as attractive as he was tended to be pretty full of himself. Tamara found his self-assured nature very appealing, even sexy.
“I hope you don’t mind, I ordered room service for both of us?” He took her hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm. “Any allergies?”
She shook her head and smiled, not trusting herself to speak. A flood of emotions coursed through her body with the sudden realization of what came next. She was on the arm of the most beautiful specimen of a man, on the way to his room, under the pretence of room service, to enjoy a bird’s eye view of the Falls and fireworks due to start soon.
The elevator doors closed behind them, and he looked at her. “Is everything okay?”
She tittered nervously. “Let’s just say, it’s not the norm for me to go to the hotel room of a man I’ve only known for a couple of hours.”
He squeezed her hand. “I promise I’m not a serial killer, and I don’t have whips and chains in the bedside tables.”
She winked playfully. “Good to know.”