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GASCON VICTORS AND THE PRIVATE PROFESSOR
by Kate Hill
Heat Level: Erotic
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Marteeka Karland
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Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician, Gascon Victors and the Hunky Handyman
Gascon Victors' life is riddled with secrets -- some he doesn't even know himself. He's certain of just two things. He possesses magic and he believes in love.
Professor Miles Taylor and the sexy janitor at his university are about to experience a mysterious intervention. Gascon Victors is determined to bring together Lacy and Miles, two people who have admired each other from afar.
On a stormy winter night, Gascon sets his magical plan in motion and gives them a weekend of passion that might last a lifetime.
The following excerpt from GASCON VICTORS AND THE PRIVATE PROFESSOR is for readers 18 and over.
Miles could scarcely believe his good luck. When it came to women, he was a lost cause. Other than casual dating, he'd never been in a relationship. There had always been something to do. First it was his education -- and that was an ongoing process. His teaching was quite time-consuming and he dedicated most of his free time to music. He played several instruments including piano, violin, and flute, but his favorite was bass guitar. In his youth, he'd dreamed of being a rock star. He'd never wanted to be the front man. Lead guitar or lead vocals didn't appeal to him. He'd dreamed of playing bass -- being a dark, mysterious musician who kept the rhythm of the band.
Most women didn't want to spend the night talking about music or science fiction -- for he was a major geek as well.
When Miles had first seen Lacy, he'd thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Had he actually seen that lovely face and those fantastic curves? He'd actually stopped walking down the corridor to his office and turned to check again. She'd stood on a ladder, replacing a burned-out light bulb, her shirtsleeves rolled up and a tool belt wrapped around her shapely hips. She hadn't noticed him, of course. A woman like that probably preferred the jock-type, not a lanky geek with steel-rimmed glasses and unruly hair. In fact, over the past three months, his daydreams about Lacy had spilled into night.