The question posed for today is, Have you written any characters with disabilities? Well, as a matter of fact, yes I have. In my 5th Reyes Family Romance, Analysis of Love, the heroine is Catalina Reyes, a sexy woman in her prime who's not interested in finding a mate--just in hooking up with attractive men.
Blurb: Catalina is the one Reyes sister who has always resisted her Hispanic roots. She refused to learn Spanish...she refuses to fall in love. She is always in control--no man can resist her sexy appearance that promises to fulfill their every dream. What happens when she is assigned to interview a blind man who can’t see her reliable attributes?
Excerpt from her first meeting with Dr. Evan Thompson in his office:
He continued, “And if I didn’t know better, I’d swear that you were flirting with me. You’re not, are you, Ms. Reyes?”
She audibly drew in her breath. “Why, Doctor Evan, whatever made you think that?”
Even though he couldn’t see her, she crossed her legs provocatively, and began to bounce her one foot.
He smiled at her while shaking his head, then spoke gently. “I just want to make it clear to you up-front, that sort of thing is not allowed. While you are my client, I am your therapist. There are rules of conduct that we both have to abide by. It’s one of the first things drilled into us in medical school. I have been in private practice for over five years now, and never once have I broken my own rules. You are paying me to listen to you, and to help you to understand yourself. I would be doing you a disservice if I were to lose sight of the fact that you are paying me for insight and guidance.”
Without thinking, Catalina now asked in a pouty-sounding voice, “So, you don’t find me attractive at all? Is that because you can’t see me?”
He appeared to actually look at her, because his eyes were gazing in her direction, as he answered thoughtfully, “No. Just because I can’t see you, doesn’t mean that I am immune to your charms. Everyone has an aura... a presence, if you will, that exists around them. Sighted people don’t usually notice, because they are so visually-oriented. I have to rely on other ways of seeing, using my other senses. I could tell when you walked in the door, by the sound of your footsteps, that you are not that much shorter than I am, but you are quite a bit lighter. Your perfume has a light aroma that combines well with your own personal scent, both of which indicate that you are a young, vital, and sexy woman. Your skin was soft and warm when you touched my hand, and I jumped because it was an uninvited and unexpected touch, not because it was unpleasant.”
He smiled at her now, and she felt herself getting lost in his smile, as she tried to listen to what he was saying.
“The fact that you keep steering the conversation around to personal questions about me, indicates that you are extremely nervous. And as a beautiful woman, you are used to dealing with your own nerves by drawing the attention of the men around you, to your sexual attributes, which they must have to work very hard on trying to ignore anyway. I have a slight advantage, in that I can’t see what I assume is a very attractive package. But don’t think for a moment that I don’t feel the pull of your aura, or understand the intention of your words.”
He leaned forward again, to say earnestly, “But you can get that kind of attention from any man you desire, Ms. Reyes. What you need from me is the kind of attention that only a trained analyst like me can give you. In order for that to happen, you have to let me do my job.”
He now sat back in his chair once again and smiled at her.
“So, why don’t we just acknowledge up front that you think I’m a good-looking man, and I truly believe you are such a breathtakingly gorgeous woman, that you are quite obviously used to using your charms to get your way, whenever you deal with men that you want to control. But when you are in my office, Ms. Reyes, I am not a man. I am your analyst... your psychologist. It’s not your body that we are going to explore in my office, Ms. Reyes… it’s your psyche. Can we at least agree on that much?”
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Copyright 2009, Fiona McGier
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Blurb: Catalina is the one Reyes sister who has always resisted her Hispanic roots. She refused to learn Spanish...she refuses to fall in love. She is always in control--no man can resist her sexy appearance that promises to fulfill their every dream. What happens when she is assigned to interview a blind man who can’t see her reliable attributes?
Excerpt from her first meeting with Dr. Evan Thompson in his office:
He continued, “And if I didn’t know better, I’d swear that you were flirting with me. You’re not, are you, Ms. Reyes?”
She audibly drew in her breath. “Why, Doctor Evan, whatever made you think that?”
Even though he couldn’t see her, she crossed her legs provocatively, and began to bounce her one foot.
He smiled at her while shaking his head, then spoke gently. “I just want to make it clear to you up-front, that sort of thing is not allowed. While you are my client, I am your therapist. There are rules of conduct that we both have to abide by. It’s one of the first things drilled into us in medical school. I have been in private practice for over five years now, and never once have I broken my own rules. You are paying me to listen to you, and to help you to understand yourself. I would be doing you a disservice if I were to lose sight of the fact that you are paying me for insight and guidance.”
Without thinking, Catalina now asked in a pouty-sounding voice, “So, you don’t find me attractive at all? Is that because you can’t see me?”
He appeared to actually look at her, because his eyes were gazing in her direction, as he answered thoughtfully, “No. Just because I can’t see you, doesn’t mean that I am immune to your charms. Everyone has an aura... a presence, if you will, that exists around them. Sighted people don’t usually notice, because they are so visually-oriented. I have to rely on other ways of seeing, using my other senses. I could tell when you walked in the door, by the sound of your footsteps, that you are not that much shorter than I am, but you are quite a bit lighter. Your perfume has a light aroma that combines well with your own personal scent, both of which indicate that you are a young, vital, and sexy woman. Your skin was soft and warm when you touched my hand, and I jumped because it was an uninvited and unexpected touch, not because it was unpleasant.”
He smiled at her now, and she felt herself getting lost in his smile, as she tried to listen to what he was saying.
“The fact that you keep steering the conversation around to personal questions about me, indicates that you are extremely nervous. And as a beautiful woman, you are used to dealing with your own nerves by drawing the attention of the men around you, to your sexual attributes, which they must have to work very hard on trying to ignore anyway. I have a slight advantage, in that I can’t see what I assume is a very attractive package. But don’t think for a moment that I don’t feel the pull of your aura, or understand the intention of your words.”
He leaned forward again, to say earnestly, “But you can get that kind of attention from any man you desire, Ms. Reyes. What you need from me is the kind of attention that only a trained analyst like me can give you. In order for that to happen, you have to let me do my job.”
He now sat back in his chair once again and smiled at her.
“So, why don’t we just acknowledge up front that you think I’m a good-looking man, and I truly believe you are such a breathtakingly gorgeous woman, that you are quite obviously used to using your charms to get your way, whenever you deal with men that you want to control. But when you are in my office, Ms. Reyes, I am not a man. I am your analyst... your psychologist. It’s not your body that we are going to explore in my office, Ms. Reyes… it’s your psyche. Can we at least agree on that much?”
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Copyright 2009, Fiona McGier
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