KARA LEIGH MILLER--Do opposites really attract?

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Have a seat, settle back, and tell us, do opposites really attract one another. Now you have me curious.

Do Opposites Really Attract?

by

Kara Leigh Miller

 The old saying "opposites attract" is often thrown around when we see two people together who are clearly mismatched. It's an easy explanation for something we can't, or don't want to understand. But, is there any truth in it? Do opposites really attract?

My husband and I are opposites. He's the outdoor, "let's keep busy doing stuff" type of guy while I'm a "let's stay inside and write" kind of girl. He enjoys watching the History channel and I like FearNet. He likes chick flicks and I like blood and guts. He prefers to go out to dinner and play cards with friends. I prefer to go to a noisy bar, have a few drinks, and listen to a band. We're clearly opposites, but for us it works. We've been together for almost ten years now and I don't see an end in sight.

Writing opposites in fiction is a ton of fun. It creates a level of tension that keeps the pages turning and it offers opportunities for some humor.

In my book, Love at the Edge (The Aurora Island Resort Series #3), Vince and Krysta are opposites. Vince is a laid-back, easy going playboy who loves to have a different woman each night, often times sharing his women with other women and men. Krysta is a strict one-man woman. But they both have the hots for each other. Sparks fly and they both find themselves wondering who will be the one to change their ways so they can be together.

Take a look...

 

My shift at Edge started in an hour, and I had to get things ready before the doors opened. I turned up the radio and sang along to Miranda Lambert’s “Fastest Girl in Town.” Edge only played the newest, hottest dance music, and that was okay. I liked it well enough, but I still had a soft spot for a good, upbeat country song. I sang along, my hips twisting to the beat.

“Sonofabitch.” Vince’s voice was a low rumble behind me.

I smiled. Chances were, Vince would have one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose, and he’d be staring at the floor, his breathing shallow and controlled, his nostrils flaring slightly. That’s what Vince did when he was annoyed. Oddly enough, he’d done it earlier today during the staff meeting, right after I licked my lips. Now why would that annoy him? I slowly counted to five before turning around. Bingo! “Hi, Vince.”

“Why do you insist on listening to that crap?” he asked, releasing his nose and looking up at me.

“Someone’s a little grumpy today,” I said. Vince was always telling me I was ”too damn happy” all the time. What woman wouldn’t be happy working with a man that had raw sexuality radiating from his eyes? A man who could elicit an orgasm with nothing more than a tilt of his head as he raked his gaze over your body? A man whose rich, husky voice could reach inside you and caress your innermost desires? Okay, so my little crush on Vince had morphed into full-blown lust. I wouldn’t apologize for wanting him. Too bad for me, though, he’d never given me a second look.

“I’m not grumpy,” he said, taking a piece of hard candy from his pocket, peeling off the wrapper and popping it in his mouth.

That was another Vince-ism, as I’ve come to call them. When Vince was sexually frustrated, or was going through a dry spell, he’d suck on butterscotch candy. On more than one occasion I’d considered offering to help ease his frustration, but I feared he’d laugh at me, and I did have my self-respect. I wasn’t his type. Vince liked busty blondes with long legs and minimal brain cells. I was more like the girl next door. My breasts were an average B cup, my hair was red, not blond, and I had an abundance of brain cells. I did, however, have the long legs. In fact, my legs were fabulous—they were a dancer’s legs. Long, muscular yet lean, toned, and super flexible.

The fact that I knew what every one of Vince’s mannerisms meant did not make me pathetic. It made me observant. “The club doesn’t open for another hour,” I said. Vince didn’t normally arrive until moments before the doors swung open.

“Yeah, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Want to know what he told her?

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OOOh, I love free giveaways. Darn, and I'm not eligible. Maybe I'll catch you on another blog, Kara.

 

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