Some chemical reactions generate too much heat...
DEADLY CHEMISTRY by Teri Anne Stanley
Release Date: June 23, 2014
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Book Synopsis:
Former undercover cop Mike Gibson has been lying low, working as a
maintenance man to put his troubled younger brother through college. But when a
beautiful scientist enlists Mike’s help to repair the damage done to her lab by
a group of vandals, Mike finds that his, and his brother's pasts, are about to
be brought to light.
Laura Kane was happy having a secret crush on the hot maintenance man at
Tucker University, but when the drug she was studying is stolen, Laura has a
chance to get to know Mike in person. The problem is, he seems to know more
about what's going on than any maintenance man should. But then the drug turns
up in the wrong hands, and Mike and Laura have to decide if their own chemistry
will help, or hinder, the race to save innocent lives.
Author Bio:
Teri Anne Stanley has been
writing since she could hold a crayon--though learning to read was a huge
turning point in her growth as a writer. Teri's first stories involved her favorite
Saturday morning cartoon characters, followed by her favorite teen idols. She has also authored a recipe column (The
Three Ingredient Gourmet), and scientific articles (Guess which was more
interesting!). Now she writes fun, sexy
romance filled with love, angst, and nekkid parts.
Teri's career has included
sex therapy for rats, making posing suits for female body builders, and helping
amputee amphibians recover to their full potential. She currently supplements
her writing income as a neuroscience research assistant. Along with a variety of teenagers and dogs,
she and Mr. Stanley live just outside of Sugartit, which is—honest to
God—between Beaverlick, and Rabbit Hash, Kentucky.
Author Website: http://teriannestanley.com/
Author Blog: http://teriannestanley.com/
Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/TeriAnneStanley
Schedule:
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Excerpt:
He was not for her. Nerdy scientist girls had to stay away from hot guys
with big, muscle-y arms and none smiles. So why the heck couldn’t she stop
looking back at the biology building?
She shook herself. What was
wrong with her? She had to get out of here. She could lust after him from a
distance. That would be fine. Safe. He could be her pretend lover. She turned
the key and threw the car into gear. With one last glance over her shoulder
toward her new imaginary boyfriend,
she stomped her foot on the accelerator. And promptly shot backward over the
curb, knocking over a trash can, which wound up wedged under the rear bumper.
“Gack!” She put the car in
park and jumped out to survey the damage. Rounding the back end and seeing the
trash can, she shrieked and stepped out of the way of a family of possums—a mom
and three…teenagers? They tottered about, blinking in the bright morning
sunshine.
“Whoa, careful!”
Maintenance Man Mike was suddenly there, grabbing Lauren’s upper arms and
shifting
her out of the way of the
scraggly little things. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “But
the kids—I ran over their house!” One of the little ones clung to its mother’s
fur, but two others careened blindly away from the scene of the home wrecking.
“I tell you what,” Mike
said. “You pull your car forward, off the trash can, then we’ll see if we can’t
help ’em out.”
“Okay.” Lauren’s heartbeat
started to slow and beat a regular rhythm. Except where Mike had touched her
arms. There, her skin seemed to be throbbing and tingling.
Sheesh.
She moved her car forward
and off of the sidewalk, then went back to Mike and the possum. Fortunately,
there were no other faculty members’ cars in the lot yet. What would she have
told them? No, I wasn’t texting
anddriving. I was mentally undressing a stranger.
Please, God…don’t let it be her drug they were
talking about on the news. After Crawford left, Mike stopped fiddling with
settings on the centrifuge. He straightened and turned to lean against a clean
section of counter. Crossing his arms, he glared at Lauren.
“What?” She realized she’d
crossed her arms, too, and stood with a hip cocked out. Defensive much? “Let’s
have it.”
“You lied.”
“About what?”
“What’s missing. Those
pellet things you showed me yesterday. They’re all gone.”
Damn.
“Yeah. You wanna start
talking?” He uncrossed his arms and moved toward Lauren. He smelled of fabric
softener again, like the day before. What single guy used fabric softener?
“Are you married?” Ugh. Did she really say that?
That slowed him down,
though. “What? No. I live with my brother. I told you that last night.” He took
another step into her personal space. “Why did you lie?”
Instead of feeling
intimidated, she found herself uncrossing her arms and putting her hands behind
her to
hold on to the ledge.
“How’s the cat doing?”
“Howled all night. Dylan
threatened to poison it.”
“Dylan did? But he’s such
an animal lover!”
“Shows you how much of a
head case that cat is.” He pinned her in place with that dark stare. “Why did
you lie?”
He was so close that she
could feel his heat. How much closer was he going to get? When she took a deep breath, her breasts brushed his chest.
Which caused her to take another deep breath. Not
on purpose, of course. His
eyes heated. She could smell coffee now. She licked her lips, and his nostrils
flared. He bent his head closer. She needed to answer his question, but what
should she say? If she didn’t answer, would he…what, kiss it out of her? He
should work for the CIA. Or the FBI. As part of the
Threaten to Kiss
Information From Witnesses Unit. -- DEADLY CHEMISTRY @teriannestanley
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“He went to see a pig about
a horse.”
When Mike laughed, Lauren’s
heart did one of those little fluttery things she was getting used to feeling
when he was around. She loved to see him laugh, she realized with a start. This
wasn’t a giant gut-grabbing guffaw, but a headtilting bark of laughter. It
turned his throat—and that little
shadowy area under his
jaw—into somewhere she wanted to lick.
“You know what?” he said.
“I actually believe you.” He stood there for a second, smiling at her. Lauren
smiled back. Oh boy. She liked him.
Like, liked him. If her best friend
had been there, she’d have slipped her a note to pass to Mike, asking if he
liked her back. Check yes or no.
Then what he had said sunk
in and she said, “Wait—why wouldn’t you
believe me?”
“Well…”
She waved the question
away. “So what brings you here on a Saturday?”
“I’m on call. I got a call, so I came in to fix a leaky
sink… and to check up on Dylan. And find out if you’ve heard an update from
Crawford.”
Lauren hesitated a minute,
then said, “I think it’s time for you to tell me your story. There’s some kind
of…something swimming below the
surface here.”
Mike’s gaze narrowed on her
mouth. She licked her lips, but then said, “Oh, no, you’re not
going to distract me. Spill
it.”
He raised an eyebrow, and
she realized she’d revealed too much—that she was aware of him, of how much he
appealed to her. He smirked, then chewed on his bottom lip, as though trying to
decide how much to tell her. -- DEADLY CHEMISTRY @teriannestanley
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Genre: Erotic Romancee
“Have we met before?” I blurt, trying to place him.
