shimmered through her blood. Down, girl. Just because he was majorly hot did not mean she could start getting excited. After what had happened with Billy, she didn’t want a man for anything more than friendship for the foreseeable future, no matter what Grace had said.
“Well, as I’m a man, I like films with car chases, explosions, and guns.”
The February wind whipped through Kiersten’s hair, and she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her grey, fur-collared coat. “I like those sort of films, too.”
With a laugh, Wade narrowed his eyes at her. “Hmmm. Maybe you’re a man in disguise.”
“Either that or the operation went very well.”
He laughed out loud. Kiersten really liked that; she could be odd little self and he thought that she was funny.
“It’s a few blocks to the nearest theatre,” Kiersten told him as they set off at a brisk pace. “Walk or subway?”
Wade shrugged. “Might as well walk. That way we can enjoy all the decorated windows.”
The sarcasm dripping from his voice made a laugh sputter from her.
She was acutely aware of him walking beside her, even though people surrounded them from every angle. Most of them were Londoners – walking fast, headphones plugged in, some drinking from Starbucks or Costa cups. Others were clearly tourists, poring over maps, walking idly, and taking pictures of anything that stopped moving for five seconds.
“What do you do?” Kiersten asked when they stopped at a street crossing. The light on the opposite side of the white-striped street flashed to a red man.
“Hmm?”
“Before, you asked me about my job but I don’t know yours yet.”
“Oh.” He rubbed a hand through his hair. “I’m a travel writer.”
Kiersten flipped through her mental files. Wade Lomax… Suddenly she saw him in her mind, clear as day, his face in a picture box above a stand of travel books in Waterstones and WHSmith.
“You’re that Wade Lomax!” She bounced on her feet as she said it, excited to have a reason to get excited.
Wade studied her, an amused expression playing on his features. “I sort of feel like I should introduce myself all over again.”
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Textbook Romance by Anne Holly
Chase after love? As a single mother, Professor Liberty Sullivan knows better. Between her flighty mother and a disastrous history with men, she's pretty much soured on the whole concept of romance. Personal freedom and self-reliance are her new guiding mantras. Raising her son and being a career star are the most important things now.
Then she meets Seth.
An ex-cop who’s making a new life for himself and his daughter, Seth Webster has every reason to play it safe. Then he meets Liberty. Prickly about love, following some crazy anti-romance curriculum, she still makes Seth's heart pound. And a lifetime of cop instinct tells him he's about to teach Liberty that this romance will be anything but by the book.
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Libby Sullivan hated The Scarlet Letter section of the “Ideology of Literature” course she taught.
Carefully keeping her intellectual mask in place, she used the last bit of class time for free discussion and reactions to the book. It was her job to push her students to consider the text in new ways, despite the twinge she felt in the vicinity of her heart. It’s just a book, she told herself, even though she didn’t really believe it.
“I thought it was really sad,” a junior in the back reflected. “No one really got a happy ending, though I guess the author tried a bit at the end, since the little girl grew up okay. The two main characters loved each other, but that still didn’t seem to count for them. They just ended up buried close to each other; that’s all.”
Libby heard the same complaint every year.
“In the end, Hester Prynne is redeemed not by love but by expressing her penance through a life of charity work, modesty and strong
“Well, as I’m a man, I like films with car chases, explosions, and guns.”
The February wind whipped through Kiersten’s hair, and she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her grey, fur-collared coat. “I like those sort of films, too.”
With a laugh, Wade narrowed his eyes at her. “Hmmm. Maybe you’re a man in disguise.”
“Either that or the operation went very well.”
He laughed out loud. Kiersten really liked that; she could be odd little self and he thought that she was funny.
“It’s a few blocks to the nearest theatre,” Kiersten told him as they set off at a brisk pace. “Walk or subway?”
Wade shrugged. “Might as well walk. That way we can enjoy all the decorated windows.”
The sarcasm dripping from his voice made a laugh sputter from her.
She was acutely aware of him walking beside her, even though people surrounded them from every angle. Most of them were Londoners – walking fast, headphones plugged in, some drinking from Starbucks or Costa cups. Others were clearly tourists, poring over maps, walking idly, and taking pictures of anything that stopped moving for five seconds.
“What do you do?” Kiersten asked when they stopped at a street crossing. The light on the opposite side of the white-striped street flashed to a red man.
“Hmm?”
“Before, you asked me about my job but I don’t know yours yet.”
“Oh.” He rubbed a hand through his hair. “I’m a travel writer.”
Kiersten flipped through her mental files. Wade Lomax… Suddenly she saw him in her mind, clear as day, his face in a picture box above a stand of travel books in Waterstones and WHSmith.
“You’re that Wade Lomax!” She bounced on her feet as she said it, excited to have a reason to get excited.
Wade studied her, an amused expression playing on his features. “I sort of feel like I should introduce myself all over again.”
Purchase this title now direct from Pink Petal Books
Textbook Romance by Anne Holly
Chase after love? As a single mother, Professor Liberty Sullivan knows better. Between her flighty mother and a disastrous history with men, she's pretty much soured on the whole concept of romance. Personal freedom and self-reliance are her new guiding mantras. Raising her son and being a career star are the most important things now.
Then she meets Seth.
An ex-cop who’s making a new life for himself and his daughter, Seth Webster has every reason to play it safe. Then he meets Liberty. Prickly about love, following some crazy anti-romance curriculum, she still makes Seth's heart pound. And a lifetime of cop instinct tells him he's about to teach Liberty that this romance will be anything but by the book.
Purchase from Pink Petal Books today!
Libby Sullivan hated The Scarlet Letter section of the “Ideology of Literature” course she taught.
Carefully keeping her intellectual mask in place, she used the last bit of class time for free discussion and reactions to the book. It was her job to push her students to consider the text in new ways, despite the twinge she felt in the vicinity of her heart. It’s just a book, she told herself, even though she didn’t really believe it.
“I thought it was really sad,” a junior in the back reflected. “No one really got a happy ending, though I guess the author tried a bit at the end, since the little girl grew up okay. The two main characters loved each other, but that still didn’t seem to count for them. They just ended up buried close to each other; that’s all.”
Libby heard the same complaint every year.
“In the end, Hester Prynne is redeemed not by love but by expressing her penance through a life of charity work, modesty and strong
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