"4 Stars!...[Tara and Kadir's] passion is expressed with honesty and caring that will warm you. There is a very tender scene that I absolutely loved...A charming love story with humorous moments scattered throughout and an enjoyable read for anyone who can appreciate the effects of a little 'horniness.'"—Kirra Pierce, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"...[Ms. Bacchi's] writing never ceases to amaze this reader...If sexy characters and erotic proclivities are what you are seeking, then this futuristic should be at the top of your reading list."—Janalee Ruschhaupt, The Road to Romance
"4 Angels!...Truly a tale for the heart: a forbidden love story that offers each character the one thing they long to have. Laura Bacchi has created a superb short story worth 4 Angels!"—Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"4.5 Hearts!...This was a spicy read! Kadir and Tara find they have much in common and not only between sweaty sheets. Indulging themselves and setting off a reaction that ultimately will save the doomed Earth makes for a satisfying story."—Glenda Bauerle, The Romance Studio
“I took a big risk hiring you—”
“I know, sir, and I can explain—”
“Be quiet, Tara, and listen. I hired you fresh out of grad school because of your enthusiasm, and I need you to show some of that enthusiasm now.”
She narrowed her gaze. “What exactly do you mean?”
“We’ve got a major funding problem on our hands. Between the budget cuts announced yesterday and the lack of support from our regular donors, I’ve had to make some tough choices. The recent football scandal hasn’t helped, and wealthy patrons are dropping like flies.”
Her heart lurched. “My fellowship?”
“I’m sorry, Tara.” His hand rested gently on her shoulder. “I can keep you on part-time this fall until you find something. Unless…”
“I’m listening.”
Tavish took a deep breath. “A billionaire contacted me this week, and I have to admit, at first I thought it was a prank. An eccentric old fart looking for an archaeologist to dig up his back yard will fund you—and give you a considerable stipend.”
“How much?”
“One-hundred-thousand Euros.”
Tara practically swooned. “You’re joking.”
“No. But there is a catch.”
She cocked a brow. “He wants me to dig naked?”
“No, worse. He’s convinced that aliens once lived on his ranch. Claims he’s found some evidence to support his theory.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “So not only are you trying to get rid of me, you’re going to make it impossible for me to work at any other university in the world.”
“You don’t have to say yes now. Just go for a visit and see what you think.” He patted her arm. “The man wanted someone with enthusiasm. My advice? Do it and keep a low profile. If your colleagues don’t know, they can’t laugh you out of tenure.”
“Enthusiasm, eh?”
He nodded. With that much money, she could work with the guy for a year, then fund whatever pursuit caught her fancy. She pasted a fake smile on her face and nodded back.
“What’s his address?”