1001 DARK NIGHTS: SEARCHING FOR MINE by Jennifer Probst
A Searching For Novella
The Ultimate Anti-Hero Meets His Match…
Connor Dunkle knows what he wants in a woman, and it’s the three B’s. Beauty. Body. Boobs. Other women need not apply. With his good looks and easygoing charm, he’s used to getting what he wants—and who. Until he comes face to face with the one woman who’s slowly making his life hell...and enjoying every moment...
Ella Blake is a single mom and a professor at the local Verily college who’s climbed up the ranks the hard way. Her ten-year-old son is a constant challenge, and her students are driving her crazy—namely Connor Dunkle, who’s failing her class and trying to charm his way into a better grade. Fuming at his chauvinistic tendencies, Ella teaches him the ultimate lesson by giving him a special project to help his grade. When sparks fly, neither of them are ready to face their true feelings, but will love teach them the ultimate lesson of all?
“I’m not looking for a pretty face to date. I’m looking for someone who’s not afraid to get messy and see the pearl
buried under the dirty, closed-mouthed oyster. Have you ever done something for
a woman without waiting for a pat on the back? Or given a compliment on
anything other than her appearance?”
“I
respect a woman’s brain. It’s not my fault your entire gender is so
obsessed with their appearance, body, and age. Women crave approval and
reassurances that they’re beautiful. Don’t
get mad at me just because I give you what you really want.”
She
shook her head in disgust. “Bull. You don’t bother
to dig deeper because you choose not to. You don’t know how to relate to creative women who aren’t afraid to get ugly and tell the truth. It’s easier to see the surface image, isn’t it? Like your date,” she added with a slightly
bitter tone.
Temper
hit him. How dare she question his intentions? She knew nothing about him. With
a low growl, he leaned forward and challenged her back. “Oh, yeah? You think
you haven’t judged me by my appearance? By my job
or my apartment? I work construction, Ella. I have blistered, raw hands, crazy
shifts, and don’t own a suit. I’m thirty-eight years old without a college
degree. I don’t live in a fancy house and I’m not a fancy guy. Who’s not being real by saying you never judged me by
my appearance?”
The
breath gushed out of her lungs and she took a step back. Silence descended as
the angry words hung in the air between them. He shook his head in disgust.
There was no reason to get upset by the truth. Women saw him as an attractive
guy to have sex with but not marry. They ogled his body, not his brains. Most
women he dated had no interest in a real conversation unless it was a segue to
bed. Nate was the marrying kind. Stable, financially secure, wicked smart.
Not
Connor.
“Forget
it. This whole thing is ridiculous. I gotta go. I’ll check in with you later about Luke. Happy
Valentine’s Day.”
He
stomped off without another word and refused to look back. But her words
lingered in his mind for a long, long time.
Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean. She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon's Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at www.jenniferprobst.com.
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