My name is Nicolette Bell, and I spend more time with microscopes than men. I’ve got the doctorate degrees, the lab coat, and the resume that all scream “boss babe scientist.”
But what I don’t have is a love life. I’ve only dated other scientists in the past, and let’s just say my Bunsen burner is not being properly lit.
I hate my current job at a large cosmetics company in New York, so when I make the move to Houston, Texas, to work at Hale Cosmetics, I make a solemn vow to myself: Absolutely no more science nerds in my bed.
Zero. Zilch. Nada.
And then I meet the scientist in charge of the lab, Dr. Helix Hale. Tall and handsome, he’s got dreamy eyes and a jaw that would make a Renaissance statue green with envy.
Did I mention he wears glasses? And would you like to venture a guess as to who is a sucker for a man in glasses? If you guessed me, here’s your gold star.
But no. I’ve sworn off science guys forever.
Until we begin this crazy fake dating scheme for a wedding and have to share a room. And let me tell you, the things this man is hiding beneath those starched clothes and suspenders would have any woman doing a triple take.
I swear, Helix Hale is like Superman in a lab coat.
Despite my best efforts, I find my resolve wavering, and after a steamy night ends with me bent over a lab table, all I can say is…
Hale Yes.
