Dr. Miranda Perry is a workaholic whose job is
everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits
Palomar to give a seminar, he blows her world apart.
It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and sexual attraction burns up the sheets.
After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two
arrange hectic, emotion- and sex-filled moments, but the liaisons in the
Midwest don’t cut it and a choice must be made. With each of them committed to
prestigious jobs on opposite sides of the country, will they let the fire burn
out because each is married to the job?
Reviews for Married to
the Job say…
· I am not a fan of science so I thought this book would be a little boring since the lead characters were both Scientists. Wow, I was wrong. If you have ever been in [a long distance relationship] you can relate to Miranda's and Russ' dilemma. If you haven't, then you can ask yourself these questions...how far is too far to travel for love & what would you give up to finally be with the person who is the love of your life? Read Married to the Job and find out how far Miranda & Russ will go.
· I was a little leery at first because of the professions and was slightly worried that I wouldn't like it because of that. Boy, I was wrong. I loved this story. I loved how Miranda and Russ had to work through distance and jobs in order to make their relationship work.
· The story is an interesting read on how workaholics manage a long distance relationship. This isn't a typical fluffy romance. Cynthia Racette is very detailed with the main characters jobs and on how the long distance relationship worked. Some might find this boring but I found it fascinating. I really enjoyed this romance. The author's writing style is easy to read. The plot was unique from stories I've read lately. It was nice to read about scientist geeks for a change instead of alpha rich guys. Definitely recommend.
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Excerpt
“I know we just met, but I want to kiss you,” he murmured,
his nose in her hair. “There’s a dark corner over there. Come on.”
She shivered at his words, eager to feel his lips on hers.
It seemed as if she’d waited forever for that touch even though it had only
been a few hours since they met.
He led her across the floor to a dim space around the end of
the bar. Pressing her into the corner, he brought his mouth down to hers,
gently at first and then with more firmness. His arms closed around her waist
and pulled her to him. Her body responded to the pressure of his, contouring
itself around his shape. He nibbled on her neck for a few moments and then he
brought his lips back to hers, insistently persuading hers to open widely in
passion. Soon, they were both plunging their tongues into each other’s mouths,
angling their heads for better access, frantic to get as close to each other as
they could.
Heavy breathing filled the small space, and it emanated from
both sides. This is so not good. She
wanted to eat him alive, but they were in a public restaurant, and, if they
didn’t restrain themselves soon, people would start to notice. If they hadn’t
already. She stepped back, breaking his hold, and hating to lose his warmth,
but they she knew they had to stop.
Slowly, as she dragged her lips from his, then leaned her
forehead against his chest, she tried to calm her breathing and her heart. His
lips touched her hair and then he set his cheek on top of her head. Finally,
their breathing almost back to normal, they broke apart and drifted back to
their chairs. She glanced around. No one appeared to be looking at them. She
didn’t really care what other people thought, but still, she didn’t want to
create a spectacle.
“I suppose I should apologize for that,” he said quietly as
he pulled his chair in. “Except I’m not sorry about what happened at all.
And for a little something extra - Excerpt
Two
They were both ready to come together when Miranda panicked.
“Wait, Russ. I’m not sure we should be doing this. I’m not into one-night
stands. I don’t do that sort of thing.”
“I don’t either.” Along with the heat and passion, his face
showed determination.
“You’re leaving tomorrow. How can it be anything other than
a one-night stand?”
“I may be leaving, but I’m not getting on that plane until
I’ve made utter and complete love to you. And, whether I leave tomorrow or not,
we’re not severing this relationship. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
She lay for a moment, staring up at him, stunned. He could
tell no one had ever said anything like that to her. He didn't want to let her
go. Did that mean he wanted something permanent? Geez. He was afraid to go
there yet, but just as much, he was afraid not to.
His heart fluttered and hot zings flew through his body. He
watched Miranda simmer and burn, feelings settling at her center, where warmth
and moistness and firing nerve endings invited him to explore.
Their gazes met and hers blazed with intense fire, like a
conflagration started by two suns colliding.
About the Author - Cynthia Racette
I have been writing most of my life. My husband and I are newly
retired, and have moved to a suburb of Buffalo in order to be closer to our
children and grandchildren. We really enjoy being near our granddaughters and
wee grandson and love them to pieces. If my fingers are not on my laptop
keyboard, they are around my wee girls' tiny fingers taking them to the zoo or
a local festival.
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