Kimani Books ISBN-13: 978-0373860913  > Amazon    > B&N Opposites don’t attract. At least that’s what clinical psychologist, Yasmin Ohaji has discovered counseling embittered couples for the last seven years. When she’s ready to settle down, she’ll be sure to find a man in the same socio-economic background, who has a P.H.D. and a six-figure income. The South African-born beauty is a certified knockout, with a healthy bank account and a gregarious, playful nature to go with her zany sense of humor. Her clients love her, her friends want to be her and men are desperate to date her. Yasmin has list of eligible, white-collar men on standby, everyone from politicians to executives but she’s too busy building her private practice to be bothered with her numerous admirers. Professional boxer, Rashawn “The Glove” Bishop, doesn’t have time for women. He’s training for what could be the biggest match of his career and he can’t afford to be distracted. If he wins the fight, it will not only mean a huge payday, but will launch him into super stardom. A chance meeting with the Yasmin Ohaji, leaves RaShawn intrigued. For some reason he can’t seem to get the lively, quick-witted beauty out of his mind. But how can he convince the ambitious, career driven woman to give him a chance when she thinks he’s nothing but a thug? Rashawn sets out to win Yamin’s heart, and when it’s all said and done, their lives will never be the same again. Chapter One Rashawn “The Glove” Bishop turned around and felt a stab of guilt. He sympathized with the guys he had just chased out of the restaurant.  It wasn’t their fault the woman in the tight, curve-hitting dress was stunning, was it? He was ogling her, making a complete and utter fool of himself, but he didn’t divert his gaze. She probably thought he was just as corrupt as those young men were, but her photogenic smile was irresistible and he couldn’t pull his eyes away. The look of annoyance on her face didn’t impede her beauty. She was exquisite. A Nubian princess straight from the motherland. Her mink-black skin reminded him of whipped cocoa. She had thin eyebrows, a delicate nose and the biggest, brightest eyes he had ever seen. They were as deep as the Atlantic, round and bright. Under the subdued, overhead lights, her eyes glittered like diamonds. Beaded earrings dangled from her ears, a chocker graced her neck, and gold bangles hung from her wrists. She had a one-of-a-kind look that made her stand out in a room full of women who were trying too damn hard. Her vibrant, copper-brown hair was an abundance of twists and Rashawn had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them. Her locks weren’t as wild as Lauryn Hill, but they were just as thick. The definition and tone of her arms and her healthy figure told him she was no stranger to diet and exercise. She had the kind of body he liked, all curves, all woman. “I’m sorry about that, Ms. They obviously don’t know better.” Yasmin eyed her defender. The stranger had a gravity about him that intrigued her. He had to be of mixed heritage, because his skin was more beige than brown. She couldn’t see beyond his steel-blue suit, but the way his jacket gripped his shoulders and draped casually over his chest told her everything she needed to know. He had a solid upper body, a flat stomach, and not an ounce of fat. He was a regular at a fitness club or had damn good genes. Either way, he was appealing in every sense of the word. His hair was corn rowed, in an intricate criss cross design. He wore a cologne that smelled like the great outdoors and reminded her of the carefree summer days of past. Yasmin loved his goatee, the quickness of his smile and the sensual tone of his voice. Unlike Cecil, she could listen to him talk all night. He had a host of attractive physical qualities, but his dreamy baritone was definitely his greatest charm. She shattered the silence, by saying, “Thank you. I really appreciate that.” “No problem. I would have done something sooner, but…” Rashawn trailed off when he noticed her date was standing behind her, scowling. “Again, it was my pleasure.” With that, he turned and stalked away.