"Don't they call a strong attraction between two people chemistry?"
I've begun gaining the rights back to some of my older stories and will be releasing them with new covers as they become available. Some of these stories I may decide to revise, perhaps expand, but some of them I'm happy with and will send back into the world just as they are. And some of them will get new titles.
When I re-read the novel after many years, I was pleased to remember how much I loved the characters - a sassy, curvy, overworked waitress and a sexy, lonely, overworked college professor. On the surface they don't appear to belong together, but the magnetic pull they feel for each other is immediate and unmistakable. And as they get to know each other, we see how much they need each other.
Originally released as The Passion-Minded Professor, the title is now CHEMISTRY. Isn't the cover gorgeous?
Blurb:
It wasn’t supposed to be a love potion.
Roxy Morgan is finally in control of her life. After working
in the family diner to put her now ex-husband through law school, she's getting
her own chance at a college education. She’s vowed no dating until she gets her
degree, so what’s with the magnetic pull she feels toward chemistry professor,
Dr. Daniel Jennings? It’s almost as if she suddenly has no control over her
feelings.
Driven, lonely Daniel has been working to perfect an
attraction elixir, just something to give those natural pheromones a little
boost. But when sassy, curvy Roxy accidently becomes part of his experiment, can
he risk losing her by admitting she’s under the influence of his new “love
potion”, and that neither of them have any control over the passion they’ve
found in each other’s arms?
Excerpt:
Roxy
watched as he unbuttoned the wrinkled white lab coat. When he stripped it from
his body, she sucked in a deep breath. Whoa, the Doc was buff. How did a guy
who spent all his time in a lab have a body like that? His legs were long and
lean, encased in worn denim. His shirt covered a broad chest and flat abdomen.
The shirttails were partially pulled out of the waistband of his jeans, making
her heart pound just a little bit faster.
“You’re not at all what I pictured when Gina talked about you,” she
said, needing words again to fill the charged silence.
He hung up the lab coat on a hook beside his desk and then turned
around. A lopsided grin spread across his face. Oh, he was way too cute.
“Oh, really? How did you picture me?”
“Well, you’re a lot younger than I thought you’d be.” He was probably
in his mid-thirties.
He chuckled. “That’s right. All college professors have thinning hair
and bellies hanging over their belts.”
Roxy let her gaze slowly travel over him, taking in again the long legs,
the broad chest, the crooked grin. “Obviously not.”
He cleared his throat and turned to grab his briefcase. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
The click of Roxy’s heels echoed through the silent hallway. Dr.
Jennings didn’t say anything to her as they left the building, but she was
picking up some sort of weird vibe she’d never felt before.
No, that wasn’t true. She’d experienced something like it the first
time she saw Todd Morgan and his killer dimples in ninth grade homeroom. It was
almost like an electrical charge. Or a magnetic pull. It didn’t have any
logical explanation. It simply was.
Roxy stopped in her tracks. They were halfway across the parking lot,
headed for some low-slung black sports car parked under a spotlight. The last
thing she needed was a magnetic attraction to a man, any man, at this point in
her life.
The autumn wind blew around her and she crossed her arms against the
chill. She had all she could do to attend classes, work enough hours to pay the
bills, and do all the homework that was overwhelming her. She did not need to
get involved with a man.
Dr. Jennings must have finally noticed she no longer followed him. He
turned around, his face in the shadows. “Did you forget something?”
She’d almost forgotten what was important. Control was. Education was.
Magnetic pulls were not.
But he sure was good-looking. And nice. A gust of wind lifted her hair
and blew its icy breath along her neck. She shivered. What harm was there in
accepting a ride home after dark? It wasn’t like they were going on a date or
anything.
No dates until she had her degree.
“No, I’m okay.” She caught up with him. To stop him from asking any
other questions, she asked,
“This your car?” Guys loved to talk about their
cars. “Wow, a Porsche.”
“Um, yeah.” He opened the door for her, something Todd had never done
for her in four years of high school and seven years of marriage. How had she
let herself waste all those years of her life on a jerk?
She climbed in and tucked her long legs inside. Dr. Jennings closed the
door, rounded the car, and climbed in beside her. He folded his legs under the
steering wheel.
He turned to look at her. They were nearly nose to nose in the darkness
of the vehicle. She could almost see the electrical charge sizzling between
them. Her hands tingled. Her body buzzed. Oh, this was not good. Not good at
all.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked, his voice soft.
“I’m fine, Dr. Jennings,” she said. Shit, that sounded a little shaky.
His musky scent seemed to fill her nostrils, flood her senses. “I…I have a lot
of homework tonight.”
“Then we better get you home,” he said, starting the engine. He didn’t
pull out of the parking space right away. He turned and looked at her again,
his face lit up by the spotlight. “You’re not in any of my classes, are you?”
“Chemistry? No way.”
“Good.” There was that grin again. “Then you can call me Daniel.”
If you enjoy fun and emotional romances, give Chemistry a try!
Natasha
