What Ian Wants
Published: July, 2010
Book Two in at the end zone
College professor Ian Ross is in love with Andi Nelson. Waitress Gina Francisco has carried a torch for Mike Kelly forever. When Mike and Andi get married, Ian and Gina find one night of champagne lubricated comfort in each other’s arms. The two are from totally different worlds. Can they find their way into love with each other?
4 stars from The Romantic Times Book Reviews “This book has a great storyline, believable characters and a love story that takes its time to develop. Visually stimulating scenes allow the reader to feel and see everything that takes place. The author gives readers a chance to grow with the characters and experience their relationship firsthand.”
Excerpt
He stood. “Oh, good. You made it. Can I get you something? A coffee? Tea?”
He wore his eagerness to please her like a cub scout wore his first merit badge. She felt her heart melt a little more. “Coffee sounds good, but don’t worry about it.” She reached in her purse. “I can get it.”
“No, I’ll get it. I insist.” He came from around the table and glommed onto her elbow, then pushed her into a seat. “Your feet must be aching. Just rest a second and I’ll be right back.”
Stunned, Gina had no choice but to do as he said. Curious about the array of blue books, she picked one up, one he had already graded. It was all in French. The questions, the answers, his red pen comments, all in French.
She couldn’t understand a single word. She felt like a total doofus.
“Don’t mind those. I’ll gather them up and put them away.” He placed the large coffee in front of her, then moved into the booth and started to pick up the blue books. “I feel like I’m constantly grading papers. If I don’t keep up, they bury me.” He stuffed the papers into the open briefcase that was on the bench next to him. He dropped the lid of the case. It landed with a soft thud. He looked at her, his eyes hopeful. “I don’t know how you take your coffee, so I brought both cream and sugar.” He jammed his hands in his pockets and pulled out about enough packets of sugar to put her in a coma and a handful of creamers.
She reached for a creamer. “Just cream, thanks.” It made a hissing sound as she pulled the wrapper off the top. “What’s up?”
Ian looked away for a moment, pulled the glasses off his face and cleaned them with a paper napkin. “There’s no graceful way to ask this.” He studied his glasses before slipping them back on his face.
“Why don’t you just spit it out?”
“Right, then.” He nodded. “I need you to marry me.”
