Talk nerdy to me
Samuel Tucker is absolutely the last person scientist Cassie Barclay would ever date. Yes, heâs gorgeous, but heâs also far too cocky for his own good and thinks that Pi is a tasty afternoon treat. So when he asks her to dance at her friend Reeseâs non-wedding sheâs wondering why on earth she says yes!
Tuck is used to people assuming heâs all brawn and no brain, and amuses himself by winding Cassie up. But when he finally takes her to bed, suddenly itâs Tuck who can show Cassie a thing or two! Can he convince her that love and sex have nothing to do with logic and everything to do with chemistry?
âAre you okay?â
Cassie nodded automatically, but she doubted sheâd ever be okay again. She felt like sheâd just had a lobotomy. Could a kiss render you stupid?
âI think I should go now. Unlessâ¦â He dropped his gaze to her swollen mouth.
Cassie shook her head and took a step back. No unless. Go, yes, just go. Heâd turned her into a dunce.
Tuck smiled at her dazed look. It was nice to have left an impression on Little-Miss-Know-It-All. âGood night, Cassiopeia.â
Cassie was incapable of answering him. She feared sheâd been struck mute. As well as dumb. She watched him swagger to his room opposite hers, slot his key in, open his door. He turned as he stepped into his room.
âIâll be right over here. If you need a cup of shhu-gar.â
Cassie had no pithy comeback as his door clicked quietly shut.
Dear Reader,
Iâm so excited to be involved in my very first MODERN TEMPTED⢠continuity and to have worked with three authors who are not only wonderful writers but absolutely fabulous women! Writing a set of linked stories especially when each writer is separated by vast amounts of land and/or ocean can be challenging, but I think I can speak for all of us when I say we had a lot of fun during our online brainstorming sessions. I know for me there was something beautifully symbiotic about the depth of friendship between our four fictional friends and the way our friendships deepened over the course of the continuity.
I had a great time writing Girl Least Likely to Marry, affectionately known to us and those who follow me on twitter, as the #jock and the #geekgirl. But, I have to tell you, it was much more difficult than I ever imagined. As someone used to writing heroines with emotional depth, Cassie was a true challenge because, while she had IQ to burn, her EQ was practically non-existent. It took me quite a while to get a handle on her and I think I only really managed it by getting inside the heroâs head. Tuck, in his laid-back Texan way, totally got Cassie. And getting to know him gave me a way to understand her.
I think out of all my heroes, I love Tuck the most. And thatâs not just because heâs the kind of guy that belongs on a billboard advertising underwear (you know the kind, right?), but because his utterly alpha competitive spirit refused to let Cassie settle for the half-life sheâd accepted as her lot.
I really hope you enjoy Cassie and Tuckâs story about two people who werenât looking for love but found it anyway!
Love,
Amy
AMY ANDREWS has always loved writing, and still canât quite believe that she gets to do it for a living. Creating wonderful heroines and gorgeous heroes and telling their stories is an amazing way to pass the day. Sometimes they donât always act as sheâd like them toâbut then neither do her kids, so sheâs kind of used to it. Amy lives in the very beautiful Samford Valley, with her husband and aforementioned children, along with six brown chickens and two black dogs.
She loves to hear from her readers. Drop her a line at www.amyandrews.com.au
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To Aimee Carson, Heidi Rice and Kimberly Lang.
Thanks for the laughs, ladiesâit was an absolute pleasure. Letâs do it again sometime!
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THE WEDDING SEASON
begins this month with Reeseâs story in The Unexpected Wedding Guest by Aimee Carson
Donât miss Ginaâs and Marnieâs stories, out next month!
PROLOGUE
Ten years ago, Hillbrook University campus,
upstate New Yorkâ¦
Cassiopeia Barclay tapped the rim of her wine glass to the other three. âOf course itâs not the end,â she said, looking around at her fellow flatmates. âOf course itâs just the beginning. Tonight may be our last night together but not for long. Weâve got the road trip coming up soon, remember?â
The women all nodded in agreement although trust fund princess Reese looked quickly away, throwing back a hefty slug of her champagne. Gina, the Brit, followed suit, knocking her drink back with practised gusto. Southern Belle Marnie sipped regally, her good manners always on display.
Denying her Australian roots, Cassie also sipped her drink. Not because of good manners, or in deference to the expensive Dom Perignon that Reese and her Park Avenue pay cheque gave them access toâCassie couldnât care less if she was drinking Dom or Dr Pepperâbut because everything she did was calm and measured and logical.