About the Book:
He teaches about the Irish past. She worries about their Irish future.
Grant Fennell seems to lack the luck of the Irish. He’s had his nose broken three times, his dissertation advisor was a useless lump, he’s thirty-one and finishing his PhD, and he can’t find a teaching position in the US. Then he accepts a job in his native Ireland on the same day the stunning former student he’s been intrigued by for nearly eight years shows a shred of interest. Finally, he catches a break: Carla Gill needs his expertise.
Carla is at a dead end on her late Irish-American father’s family tree project. Who better to assist than an expert on Irish history? Especially one with the face of an Adonis and a brogue that makes her want to shed her clothes. She’ll be his girlfriend, all right, in spite of her overprotective brothers and nay-saying friend.
But when Carla accompanies Grant to Ireland to conduct her research, he makes it clear he wants to put her on the fast track to matrimony. The professor wants to teach her something about “happily ever after.” Does she really want her happy ending to start right now?
From Saint and Scholar:
He grazed her lips with his, but didn’t linger, laying whisper-soft kisses across her cheek and at the lobe of her ear, which he took between his teeth and pulled. When a breath escaped her lips, he said, “If you kiss me and really mean it–not like last night, but because you want to–there’s no turning back for me. I’ve waited too long for you.”
She didn’t know whether to trust him. Sweet words from a liar had enticed her in the past, and falling victim to such cajoling again seemed folly. Her last relationship was a textbook case of a small fly getting caught in a spider’s web. But, when she pulled his head back by the hair and studied his face, there was something in that solemn expression that had never been there when Otto was cajoling her: fear. So, she kissed him. She pressed her lips to his and straddled his torso with her knees, because maybe Grant meant what he said.