When Capri Timmons trades her chaotic Miami life for suburbia, the reserved photographer doesn't realise her fantastic new house comes with a gorgeous doctor next door! Sexy Tiberius Evans is just the kind of man Capri has vowed to steer clear of at all costs. Except the more she resists, the more Tiberius wants her.� With Tiberius, women usually check their inhibitions at the door. But his luscious, one-step-at-a-time neighbour isn't like anyone the devout bachelor has ever known. And his protective instinct isn't the only thing aroused. A dose of seduction is just what the doctor ordered. But Capri is making Tiberius rethink his just-for-one-night past-and his unclaimed future. Tiberius is happy to act the perfect gentleman� if it lands him the woman he loves in the end!
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December 31, 2009
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Excerpt from The Doctor's Private Visit by AlTonya Washington
Capri Timmons lay back on the gray suede couch and threw her shapely legs across the arm. She toyed with a lock of her curly, baby-fine hair, sighed, and tossed about impatiently.Roderick Jackson glanced up but tried to keep his attention on the glossy proof sheet lying on his desk. When Capri uttered another heavy sigh, Rod rolled his eyes toward her and shook his head. Tightening his grip on the huge magnifying glass in his hand, he tried once more to concentrate.Capri began humming a monotonous tune that sounded like a cat gurgling in a bucket of water. Rod gave up all hope of reviewing the proof sheet. He glared across his office at the petite caramel-colored beauty lounging on his sofa. Something on your mind, Cappy? Uh-uh, Capri denied absently.The look in Rod's slanting coal-black eyes clearly stated he wasn't buying it. Since he knew the strikingly beautiful thirty-one-year-old well, he waited for her to speak up.In the meantime, he murmured, reaching for the portfolio lying on the opposite end of the sofa, make yourself useful. He tossed the leather-bound tote to Capri. Jerard's proofs, he explained when she studied him. We need to pick his best shots for the Miami Hoods cover.Capri's face glossed over with a bright expression. I know he's on pins and needles about this, she sighed, referring to her newest colleague who had just scored his first photo spread.Capri dove into the task and an easy silence settled between her and Roderick for the better part of thirty minutes. Scanning the gorgeous shots of some of Miami's most elaborate dwellings, however, Capri couldn't help but throw thought to her current issue.I don't think I'll be much help here, Rod. These places are incredible, all of them.Low chuckling rose from the other side of the bright, chic office. That's why I didn't bother taking them home. Kiva would have a fit drooling over the damn things. He paused to make a notation regarding one of Capri's shots. All I'd hear is how she'd give her left arm to have a place like that, he continued.Capri shared in the chuckling. I know how she feels. And that's in spite of the fact that you guys have your own palace already, she was referring to Rod and Kiva's home in Braxton Hills, one of Miami's most impressive neighborhoods.Oh yeah. Rod's attention was still quite focused on the work before him, I remember Ki saying something about your thoughts on Miami life.Mmm, did she tell you everything I said? Capri's gaze was focused on Jerard's shots as she spoke.Just about, he said as he slanted her a wicked glance. When you've got lots of drama-queen friends, sharing can't be helped, you know? A grin crossed his handsome face when Capri tossed a wad of paper at his forehead.Capri propped herself up on her elbows as she lay flat on her stomach. It's just starting to wear me out mentally, you know? Living and working here. I guess I'm just craving a little distance in between.Rod scratched his dark, short hair and nodded. Yeah, I can understand that, but I hope you don't start to think about leaving Miami permanently.Capri sat up in the middle of the sofa and tucked her legs beneath her. No, no, that's not it, she firmly assured Rod. But I could see myself selling the condo for somethingLess city, Rod finished for her.Crazy, huh?Rod shrugged. I expect nothin' less from a drama queen.After a moment, the two old friends burst into peals of laughter. Of course, Capri couldn't totally deny that she had a wonderful home. Working for Grant and Shields Photography studio had earned both her and Rod respect in their field, not to mention incomes that would raise more than a few eyebrows.Rod was one of the head directors of photography. Capri had interned for him when she was in college and he'd just been hired at the studio. The two became fast friends and a romance had never sparked between them because Rod always thought of Capri as a little sister. In turn, Capri loved him like the brother she'd missed out on having as the youngest of four girls.Let me see if I can get this straight. Rod sighed, when his laughter had somewhat subsided. You're tired of city-living in condos and now you want a house?Capri trailed her fingers through her curly bob and winced. I hadn't really thought of a house per se, just something a bit off the beaten track. Her dark gaze shimmered then. A home of my own would bewonderful.Rod leaned back in his chair and stroked the light beard that shadowed his face. I just might be able to help.Capri's eyes widened like a child's in a toy store. You could?Now, don't get all excited, but I know a doctor who rents out homes surrounding his estate.Impressed, Capri's arched brows rose slightly. How do you know somebody like that?Rod shrugged. We grew up together.Uh-huh, Capri grunted suspiciously, knowing there was a lot more to the simple statement. What? Does he own the entire neighborhood or something?No, Cappy, Rod assured her, chuckling softly, but, his grandmother just about had the whole thing under her thumb. She died and left the main house and four homes surrounding it to her grandson. Think you might be interested if I could set it up?Capri rested back on her heels and mulled over the offer. She thought about the pros and cons of living in a large fast-paced city, as compared to having her own private oasis miles away. She recalled Rod saying this doctor friend of his rented. While not having ownership of the property she'd reside in gave her pause, she believed she could set that aside for the moment. A change of pace, scenery and a bit more breathing room for a year or so could possibly do wonders for her current outlook.All right folks, if that's all, we'll see each other for next week's meeting on Wednesday at two o'clock sharp. Dr. Oscar Addison stood before his obstetrics staff and watched his doctors and nurses vacate the conference room amidst the familiar rumble of laughter and chatter.Nurses Avra Vickers and Sandy Weisbeck cornered Dr. Tiberius Evans before he left through the room's side entrance.We're still waiting for confirmation on that invite to our housewarming, Tibe.Right. Tiberius sighed, his mouth curving in an apologetic smile as he remembered the date and the fact that he'd been hoping it would pass without the nurses recalling the invitation.Avra rolled her eyes toward Sandy. I can see a 'sorry ladies but I'm afraid' coming on.Sandy added, What's going on now, Tibe? Don't you realize we haven't hung out together indamn, way too long?Tiberius rested a hand across his white coat. I've just got a lot going on around here, that's all.Well! Sandy pretended to be exasperated as she clapped a hand to her cheek. Av, I do believe I'm offended. Is the good doctor saying that we don't have a lot going on around here, too?Mmm-hmm, I do believe that's what he's trying to say, Sand. Avra's lashes fluttered.Don't do this to me, y'all.Then just come.In every way. Wicked intent flooded Sandy's brown eyes with more sparkle.Tiberius could only chuckle at their determination.Seriously, Tibe, you know that we'll show you a fantastic time.Sandy mimicked her roommate's pleading expression. Remember our last housewarming?Nodding, Tiberius rubbed his fingers through his silky curls and envisioned the long-ago romp with the two uninhibited RNs.Will you settle for me saying I'll see what I can do?Avra clapped her hands while Sandy clenched a triumphant fist. They decided to leave before he turned them down flat.Oh, to be young again, Oscar Addison sang from his position at the head of the long table across the room.Grinning, Tiberius slapped his palm against the side of his portfolio and turned back toward his older colleague. It's not all it's cracked up to be, Doc.Is that cynicism I hear in your voice, young man?Tiberius laughed out loud. More than a little bit.Oscar smoothed the back of his hand across the beard shadowing his dark face. Aren't you a little young to be so jaded?I don't think you can ever be too young to latch on to good sense, Doc.Curious now, Oscar Addison perched on one corner of the pine table with its rows of stout brass-toned lamps. No, you're never too young for good sense, but I'd have to disagree as it relates to using all your considerable charms on a very willing opposite sex.Well I'd say you've got quite a bit of charm left yourself.Tiberius noted, grinning at the doctor he'd known since his early days of residency at Kelly Memorial.Dr. Oscar Addison had a charismatic demeanor which was as effective on his patients as it was on his staff. In spite of the love and admiration he drew from people like water from a well, he handled it all with a humbleness that Tiberius thoroughly respected.You're damn right, and I use it every chance I get. Oscar began to scratch at the gray just starting to sprinkle his beard. Used it more when I had youth to back it up.Tiberius opted for a spot on the other end of the table. I don't think age plays such a huge factor. Look at Dr. T—he's still kickin' and he's way older than you.Oscar nodded, his expression brightening at the thought of his beloved mentor Alan Thomas. There's exceptions to every rule. Speaking of Dr. T, there's something I wanted to run past you.Tiberius set his portfolio on the table and waited. Somethin' wrong?Have you heard about Alan's retirement? Oscar pulled the black-rimmed spectacles from his face and eased them inside the front pocket of the denim shirt beneath his coat.I was hoping it was a joke. Tiberius shrugged. But at seventy-one, I guess the man's got a right.I think so, but before Dr. Alan Thomas leaves, we want to send him off in style and give him a retirement gala he won't forget.Tiberius nodded slowly. Excellent idea.Glad you think so, Oscar said as he pushed off the table. We want you in charge of the memories portion of the event.Thewhat?Memories, Tiberius. Walking down memory lane? Oscar added for clarification. You can choose your own committee, handle it with your own style, but we want to see something that commemorates the man's career. Perhaps a memory book presented to him at the end of the night, filled with little notes of well-wishes signed by the staff, past colleagues and what have you. Maybe you could combine that with some sort of roast.Good ideas, Doc. But do you really want me overseeing this?That's why it has to be you. Oscar chuckled through the words. You'll get the job done in a professional manner just to be rid of it and you won't waste time bickering over petty nonsense.Tiberius's handsome face was a study in shock as he listened to Oscar Addison discussing ideas for meetings, choosing the committee and everything else involved in planning the surprise.I'd hope you'll have chosen your team by the first meeting. But the thing's scheduled several months out, so there's time. Grabbing his paperwork, Oscar clapped Tiberius's shoulder. Perk up, I'm sure any of the nurses would be pleased to work on the project with you.Tiberius responded with a knowing smirk. Thanks, Doc.Roderick smiled and nodded while holding his office door open for Capri. Cappy, this is Avery Erickson. Ave, this is Capri Timmons.Avery's dark eyes lit up as they appraised Capri's face and petite, curvaceous form. Damn, man, you mean to tell me you get to work with this lady every day? he questioned in playful disbelief.Rod chuckled. I do.Avery shook his head and turned to Capri. Taking her by the hand, he stared right into her doe eyes. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Timmons, and let me just say that you are incredibly beautiful.Capri smiled and cut her gaze to Rod who was enjoying seeing her experience a rare case of embarrassment. Thank you, but please call me Capri.Avery dipped his head. And please call me Avery.Rod rolled his eyes at his friend and sighed. Man, please stop this act. You know you work around hundreds of beautiful women all the time.Avery never took his eyes from Capri. Never any this beautiful, he replied.The last thing Capri wanted to do was laugh in the face of the man who'd been chosen to do a series of spreads for the studio preparing a new men's fragrance. Instead, she smiled and coolly extracted her hand from Avery's grasp. Walking closer to Rod's desk, she sat down and gave him a look that demanded he start the meeting immediately.Well, Avery, Rod called, rubbing his hands together, I'm glad you find Capri so appealing, since she's the photographer in charge of the shoot.You're kidding, Avery blurted, taking a seat and propping his face in his palm.Capri smoothed her hands over her cream-colored coat dress and recrossed her legs. Is that a problem?No, ma'am. Avery frowned. Not at all. I'm just surprised to see such a young lovely woman in charge of the shoot.Rod cast a quick glance in Capri's direction and could tell that she wasn't satisfied with that answer. Rushing to keep the waters calm, he cleared his throat. We chose Capri because of her expertise with the nude layouts she frequently produces for several well-known women's magazines. Haize Fragrances, the company that created the cologne, loves her work, too, so, of course she was the obvious choice.Will you have a problem working with me, Avery? Capri asked again, not wanting to waste any more time than necessary with the man.I won't, Capri. You're the boss, Avery assured her.Well, will you have a problem working in the bare minimum?None.Capri nodded and reached for the portfolio on Rod's desk. All right, well, since the cologne created by Haize Fragrances is called Bare Minimum, I think the shots should reflect that very idea. I want to set up shoots in different locations void of lots of props and extras. For instance, in a light, airy room, furnished with only a chair or a lamp. Or say by the beach with maybe a palm tree far in the background, she explained, shifting in her seat. See, I want the shots showing the least of everything, no matter what the setting, with a few shots of you in nice suits for good measure.Avery and Rod nodded in unison. Capri smiled and opened her portfolio. If you gentlemen will gather around, I can show you the visuals for the location my crew and I have decided on.Droopey? Droopey! Come on! Tiberius glanced at his watch as he held one of the doors open on his truck.In a few seconds, a gorgeous female collie raced out to the driveway. At her master's request, she hopped into the back of his silver Navigator.