"Those macho types don't appeal to me," Rachel Pritchard insisted. 'Jason Brand leaves me totally cold."
Easy enough to say, but was it true? A blue-eyed Adonis in tight jeans and T-shirt, he had invaded her freshman Composition class. An unschooled literary hotshot researching Quincy Adams University for his next book, he dared her to teach him something he didn't already know.
Determined to be strictly professional, Rachel swore to treat his assignments with the iciest objectivity. But she hadn't counted on his written words: words that made her long for his touch... his kiss. Words that set off an alarm that cried "Danger," even as they set her heart afire.