South Beach Chicas Catch Their Man

1 Sylvia Amenabar's life was anything but ordinary, thanks to three sex-crazed friends, her mother, who was a witch, and the undercover detective with whom she had yet to get under the covers. But Sylvia loved her less-than-fairy-tale life and wouldn't change anything about it -- except possibly the part about not being beneath the covers with Carlos, theBad Boy detective who had turned out to be a Prince.Come to think of it, on top of the covers or on the floor or even on the kitchen counter would do. In reality, anywhere would do, since all Sylvia could think about was having wild monkey sex with Carlos once he got out of the hospital. Of course, Carlos might interpret the having-sex part as meaning more than just having sex, which complicated things. Sylvia wasn't sure that she was ready for anything more...involved. Her friends -- all three having recently experienced the throes of committed relationships -- would say Sylvia had intimacy issues, and they would be totally right. She didn't trust men. In fact, as far as she was concerned men were dogs. She would allow, however, for a few rare exceptions. The problem was that she didn't know enough about Carlos to be able to decide if he was one of those exceptions, which was the reason why she wasn't ready for anything hinting at a Happily-Ever-After kind of ending. But she was ready for sex with him. More than ready for it. As her mother had warned her months earlier, Sylvia had met a man who had started an itch. Maybe sex with Carlos would satisfy that itch, although her mama, witch that she was for putting such a curse on her, would argue that with some men not even sex was enough. Not that her mama was any kind of expert on that,Sylvia thought as she walked out of the elevator in Miami's Jackson Memorial Hospital and toward Carlos's room. Thirty years earlier, her mama had picked the absolutely wrong man. One who had impregnated her and then skipped out on most of his fatherly duties. Sylvia should be grateful that her father had at least provided for her financially, but that hadn't made up for the missing dad on birthdays, holidays, and on those days when life wore you down and you needed someone to hold on to. Her mama had always been that someone and, of course, Sylvia's friends. They had been there for her nearly a month earlier when Carlos had been shot protecting her. Which added guilt with a capital G to the list of reasons why she wasn't necessarily ready for anything more serious with Carlos. Her first investigative report on drug dealing in the South Beach hot spots had nearly gotten Carlos killed as he threw his body in front of hers when the drug dealers had opened fire. They had been angry that her article in a glossy monthly magazine had called attention to their activities, almost immediately creating increased scrutiny on them and a drop in business. Carlos, she thought, pausing at his door and taking a deep breath.Prince or a Bad Boy Frog? she asked herself yet again, but told herself she didn't have to make that decision right at that moment. She still had a little time. She knocked and entered the room after his muffled "Come in." He had been reading a magazine but smiled and tossed it aside as he saw her. The smile inched upward and lit up his eyes with their amazing mix of dark blue flecked with bits of teal and green. His hair hadn't been trimmed in the month he'd been in the hospital and the dark sable locks were tousled around his face, highlighting his eyes. Rough evening stubble darkened his cheeks and the strong edge of his jaw, all of it combining to make him decidedly and dangerously sexy. "Querida," he said, the tones of his voice low. "I didn't think you'd make it tonight." Visiting hours would be over in less than fifteen minutes, but Sylvia's afternoon assignment for the magazine hadPineiro, Caridad is the author of 'South Beach Chicas Catch Their Man ', published 2007 under ISBN 9781416514893 and ISBN 1416514899.