by Dara Girard
’Tis the season…for love?
Dr. Lora Rice is done flying through life solo. 30 Days to Romance guarantees the Maryland researcher will finally snag the man of her dreams. He’s not Dr. Justin Silver, who is brilliant, full-of-himself and totally wrong for her. So why is her hunky fellow scientist awakening feelings that make Lora long to come in from the cold?
Justin is a man of science. When he finally notices Lora, he no longer sees her as his work-obsessed colleague and competitor for a coveted fellowship, but as an incredibly desirable woman. And when a business trip strands them in a snowbound Minnesota cabin, he’s suddenly a man ruled by desire.
As passion heats up the long winter nights, Justin has to find a way to convince Lora that rivals in business can become the best partners in love….
Kimani Hotties: It’s All About Our Men
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “Weren’t you the one who said scientists are curious?”
“They are.”
He let her hair go, lowering his voice. “So aren’t you curious about me?”
“I have a theory about you.”
“Let’s hear it.”
She shook her head, aroused by his heated gaze. “No, I want to prove it or disprove it first.”
“How?”
“Kiss me.”
His gaze dropped to her body. “Do I get to choose where?”
She lifted his chin and tapped her mouth. “On the mouth,” she said, although his sensuous look made her feel naked.
He feigned disappointment. “Just the mouth?”
“You can choose another spot later.”
“Good.”
When his lips touched hers, she discovered everything she had wanted to. His lips were both sweet and spicy, and they made her forget herself. Soon his kisses made a warm, wet path down her throat. “Have you proven your theory?” he asked, his breath warm against her skin.
“I’m still not sure.”
Books by Dara Girard
Harlequin Kimani Romance
Sparks
The Glass Slipper Project
Taming Mariella
Power Play
A Gentleman’s Offer
Body Chemistry
Round the Clock
Words of Seduction
Pages of Passion
Beneath the Covers
All I Want Is You
Secret Paradise
A Reluctant Hero
Perfect Match
Snowed in with the Doctor
Harlequin Kimani Arabesque
Table For Two
Gaining Interest
Carefree
Illusive Flame
DARA GIRARD
fell in love with storytelling at an early age. Her romance writing career happened by chance when she discovered the power of a happy ending. She is an award-winning author whose novels are known for their sense of humor, interesting plot twists and witty dialogue. When she’s not writing, she enjoys spring mornings and autumn afternoons, French pastries, dancing to the latest hits and long drives.
Dara loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at contact [email protected] or P.O Box 10345, Silver Spring, MD 20914.
SNOWED IN
WITH THE
DOCTOR
Dara Girard
Dear Reader,
“Mistletoe and Misunderstanding”—that’s how the original idea for this story came to me. I wanted to write about three things that fascinate me: 1) the holidays, 2) how opposites attract and 3) sickle-cell research. At first, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off, but I liked the challenge.
Fortunately, the right people fell into place: rash, hotheaded Dr. Lora Rice and cool, methodical Dr. Justin Silver. These two biomedical researchers put my story into action, with a passion for their work and each other. The holiday season helped add a touch of magic to their romance in a way that surprised even me.
I hope you enjoy this story about family, healing and, of course, true love.
All the best,
Dara Girard
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
Prologue
October
She couldn’t believe it had finally arrived. Lora Rice ripped open the small brown package, then eagerly pulled out the item inside. She swept her hand over the raised letters on the cover of the book she’d ordered: 30 Days to Romance. Just reading the title gave her shivers of anticipation. Late one night, a week ago, she’d been lazing on the couch in front of the TV with a half-eaten box of chocolate bonbons when a beautiful woman had appeared on the screen.
“Tired of sitting home alone on a Friday night? Do you sometimes wonder if Mr. Right will ever come? If you have, I’ve got the answer for you. Yes, he will. But you have to be ready for him.”
“How?” Lora wondered aloud.
“How, you might ask? With my book 30 Days to Romance you’ll learn the skills necessary to attract the man of your dreams. Whether you’re shy and plain or beautiful but awkward, I’ll give you step-by-step guides and exercises to get you out of your shell and into the life of romance. If I can do it, so can you.”
That night Lora had sat up and listened to the testimonials, then ordered the book. Now it was here. Contrary to what her family thought, she was ready for roses and champagne. She wanted a date who remembered her name and didn’t forget his wallet. She didn’t want to spend another holiday avoiding the office party or family get-togethers. And lately it seemed like her family’s only reason to exist was to set her up on a blind date or discuss what was wrong with her love life.
“You’re nearly thirty-seven,” her mother had said only a few weeks ago.
“I’m thirty-one.”
“Oh, really? You look much older.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“And if I think you’re older, so will men, and they like their women young.”
“Not always.”
“The clock is ticking.”
Lora didn’t care about the clock. It was the pity she hated. She’d been a wallflower all her life. She didn’t need to look in the mirror to know what everyone else saw. A slender woman of medium height with black square glasses and thick black hair always pulled back in a ponytail or bun. She didn’t consider herself a stunning beauty and never turned heads. A man had never winked at her or even whistled. And she’d tried.
Lora remembered years ago that she had gone to her favorite department store and picked out a colorful pink spring dress, which she matched with a paisley lime-green short linen jacket. She had even bought a new pair of two-inch sling-back heels. After pulling her hair into a large braid, she had courageously walked past a construction site nearby, but she hadn’t even gotten a glance.
At birthday parties, anniversaries and the occasional family gathering, she was overlooked and invisible. But she hadn’t cared much while she was in school
. All that had mattered to her then were her grades. Her classes got her out of the house and away from her father’s critical stare. She’d flourished in high school, college and graduate school. How she looked or fit in was never a concern; she was in all honors classes, so she could hide behind her accomplishments. In high school she was president of the science club, and in college she excelled in her biology and chemistry classes, to the point that she was selected by two of her professors to work on several exciting grant-funded projects. Graduate school, where she had studied biomedical research, had been grueling, but Lora loved the challenge, and as always, she came out on top, winning several science awards. A white lab coat had been her primary outfit for the past eight years.
Then her best friend died. Suzette had been anything but invisible. She’d been a bright, vivacious Spanish blonde who made Lora’s life feel like a big adventure. They’d gone to concerts together and learned tai chi. But when Suzette died, Lora’s life of adventure seemed to go with her. She’d buried herself in her work as a researcher. One day when she was walking back to her office, she’d seen this sad, haggard woman in a store window, and it had taken her several moments to realize it was her own reflection. This was not the life Suzette would’ve wanted for her. She was the only person who’d really known Lora. Now, with the help of this book the old Lora would fade away and a new one would be born. Lora Rice would no longer be ignored, especially by one man: Warren Rappaport. He was a newly hired scientist in the department, and he was very sexy.
She’d achieved all that she wanted and was a success in her career. Now she was ready to be a success at love.
Chapter 1
November
Dr. Justin Silver was knockout gorgeous. It was a shame he was such a jerk. Why, of all the labs in the entire world, had he come to work in hers? It had been a cruel twist of fate to have to see—let alone work with—a man she’d never wanted to set eyes on again. Lora had joined Ventico Labs to work under Dr. Shirley Coolidge, a former professor she’d adored, and to research sickle cell anemia. Then Silver had been hired to replace the former director who’d overseen the three lab teams at Ventico. The other two teams were run by Dr. Kevin Yung, who focused on juvenile diabetes, and Dr. Carla Petton, who focused on effective pain management for the elderly. She’d cringed at the thought of working with Silver, but because she hardly saw him and only heard his name once in a while, she had discovered that his presence hadn’t made much of a difference.
That was before the unthinkable happened. Dr. Coolidge left unexpectedly to take care of her sick mother, leaving a vacancy open that Silver had to fill until they hired a new manager. So for the past several months she’d had to deal with him, and now she found herself in his office for her performance evaluation.
When she’d first entered his office, for some reason the thought of desert sands and an ancient Mali palace came to her mind. He had the regal bearing of a king and acted as if he were lord and master of all.
Lora studied him as he sat behind an enormous glass-and-chrome desk, which was organized with military precision or obsessive compulsion, she didn’t know which, nor did she care. He was a difficult man to categorize. His large office, which was enviable in their small facility, had several large windows with a view of the office complex with its manicured lawns and lake. But he didn’t seem to take any pride in his status as director at Ventico Labs. His office was stark and about as welcoming as a broken-glass chair. No pictures were on display on the desk or on the walls; only a large erasable calendar and a Baltimore Ravens cap that sat on a chair in the corner stood out.
The one bit of whimsy was a small silver sculpture that sat on his desk. She couldn’t make out what it was supposed to be, but it looked like macaroni and kidney beans sprayed with silver paint. Something a small child would make. It was positioned next to a large thermos that looked like it could hold enough food for a family of four. The second incongruous item in the room was the chair she sat in. It was surprisingly—almost annoyingly so—comfortable.
Lora hadn’t expected that and wondered if the selection had been accidental. He wasn’t the type to care about the comfort of others, just about getting the job done. He was a man of precision.
Lora flexed her fingers, pushing the sound of his voice to the background as he continued discussing her one-year evaluation. She found his voice unnerving. It was alarmingly deep and almost soothing and as deceptive as an ocean’s wild undercurrent. His voice could make a person ignore what he was actually saying. It could lull a person into agreeing with him, even when you didn’t plan to. She could see why he was so successful as a director. No one argued with him. It was always “Yes, Dr. Silver.” “Of course, Dr. Silver.” But she wouldn’t be conned. Lora knew who he really was. She listened closely to each word and let them cut right through her while she silently planned her revenge.
He’d said that her lab notes, usually handwritten, weren’t always well organized or coherent enough. That, at times, she jumped to conclusions without stating adequate justification. But his most cutting assessment had been when he’d called her undisciplined. Undisciplined? She was one of the best researchers in the lab, and she wasn’t being modest.
She had always been the best. High school valedictorian, youngest student to graduate from the Johns Hopkins School of Medicine Research doctoral program. Upon her arrival at Ventico Labs, she’d quickly organized several systems there that helped it run efficiently. And not only that, but people actually liked her. Unlike him. Nobody liked Justin Silver, not that they’d say so to his face. He wasn’t someone to like. He was someone to follow, perhaps admire, even reluctantly respect because of his brilliance as a research scientist. But likable? Absolutely not.
She knew the moment she’d seen him again that it would be difficult, but she wouldn’t think about their first meeting right now. He couldn’t hold that against her, could he? They were adults—scientists—and they dealt with facts, not emotions. But with this evaluation Lora knew she wouldn’t be granted the transfer she wanted to work on a project with Dr. Petton. Not only would the transfer allow her to work under a new head, but collaborating on Carla’s project on the use of non-addictive pain medication would greatly advance her study of pain management and sickle cell anemia. Silver was halting her progress and stunting her career growth—and she couldn’t fight him.
“Dr. Rice?”
Lora blinked then cleared her throat. “Yes?”
“Do you have any questions?”
Plenty. Such as whether he had a heart or if he rusted in the rain like the Tin Man. She brushed imaginary lint from her lap. “No.”
“I’m surprised,” he said coolly.
Lora took care to keep her gaze lowered, pushing up her glasses before they slid down her nose. Avoiding his gaze was her best defense. The best way to remain civil. “Why?”
“It’s not like you to agree with everything I say.”
That was true. But what was also true was that he was trying to bait her. She knew she had to tread carefully. She needed to end the meeting and leave. “This is an evaluation. Whether I agree with your assessment is immaterial.”
Dr. Silver leaned forward. It wasn’t an aggressive move, but it put her on notice. “That doesn’t stop me from being curious as to your feedback.”
Lora nodded, straightening the cuff of her sleeve. No, she wouldn’t tell him anything. She’d let him wonder. “Most scientists are curious. That’s why we’re in this field.”
“You’re so angry you can’t even look at me.”
Lora stiffened, sensing the challenge. Not just in his words, but also in his tone. That deep, slow timbre held a hint of mockery. But she wouldn’t let him mock her. She was a different woman now. Different from the one he’d first met. She’d completed fourteen days of her 30 Days to Romance project. Her progress had been slow, but she was determined to succeed
. This was going to be a new season for her. She’d no longer be the wallflower.
She lifted her gaze. The moment she did, she knew she’d made a huge tactical error. Silver’s voice was dangerous, but his eyes were lethal. They weren’t just brown—they were like petrified wood, as if any emotion that had once been there had been frozen in time. Nothing was left but cold stone. At that moment she realized that Dr. Justin Silver was one of the most coldly calculating men she’d ever met. Just being in his presence gave her goose bumps.
Again, the desert sands image came to mind. He looked as if he came from a legion of warriors. She could picture him riding into battle, his brown skin polished by the sun, and conquering whoever he deemed his enemy. He had a warrior’s arrogance and cunning. Aside from his steady brown eyes, he had a firm mouth that was solid like a blade and a ridged jawline. His eyelashes were the only problem. They were graceful and beautiful, and it annoyed her that they were wasted on such a man.
But she knew he was not a man to make either a friend or an enemy out of. Lora shifted in her seat. She was required to stay on his team and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize her position. She boldly held his cold gaze, determined to keep her composure. “I’m not upset,” she said, pleased by the neutrality of her tone.
His voice grew soft and remained low. “Yes, you are.”
Lora sighed, hoping to appear bored, although inside she was steaming. “May I leave now?”
“I’m not holding our first meeting against you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t thinking that,” she said, wishing he hadn’t brought it up. She hated that he remembered and mentioned it so casually, as if it didn’t matter.
He frowned, confused. “Then why are you upset?”
“I didn’t say I was upset.”
“You don’t need to. I can tell.”
“I’m sure you can. You’re very observant, after all. I just know you don’t care.” She stood, calculating her distance to the door. “Now excuse me.”
