Falling For Your Madness
Katharine Grubb
Language: English
Pages: 250
ISBN: 1481105078
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Eccentric literature professor David approaches Laura for a counter-cultural, rule-filled relationship filled with poetry, flowers and bottom-less cups of tea. He makes it very clear to her that they are just friends. If she wants to be more -- if she wants to be sweethearts -- then she is the only one that can move them forward. Laura is smitten by his humor, his charm, and his English accent (which turns out to be fake). In his company, she has never felt more beautiful or ladylike. David tells Laura that the reason he has these rules is because he is bound by the laws of chivalry, both body and soul. Then Laura finds out the real reason, one that's ancient, filled with legend and magic. Yet Laura has complete control of this madman. Should she release him or tell him she wants more? Is he eccentric or just mad? Falling For Your Madness is not just a romantic comedy, but it also asks the question, who has the most power in a relationship? The lady? Or the gentleman?
on under his tweed jacket, and while I had never particularly liked this look on other men, I found it on him to be rather cozy. I wanted to know what that sweater would feel like up against my face. “Laura, your face is red. Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?” It was almost like he could read my thoughts! “No. I’m fine. You brought hydrangeas!” I smelled them, even though it was a silly move. I knew that hydrangeas don’t smell that much. “These are beautiful. I love it when the color
for when my kid can remember it.” I was glad David had stayed by my side. “Will you? Should I ever have a child of my own, I’ll probably be so proud that I’ll invite the queen of England. We never really know how vain we are. Especially once we have an heir. Now Laura, Brandon told me you are an illustrator; is that correct?” “Yes, I freelance and do web design. I work from home.” “Ah. Then getting out was hard for you today. If you’re not working, then you’re not getting paid.” “You’re right.
and the wallet were on the sidewalk. “Are you insane? You could have been killed! You’re bleeding! Oh my God, David! We need to get you looked at!” “No, please. Merle should be here. He’ll take me where I need to go. You, you’re not injured? Are you harmed in any way? He didn’t get your purse, did he?” “No! Take off your jacket. I’m just scared to death. It’s your shoulder!” “What? Really? This?” He stood. “Oh dear.” He grabbed my arm to keep from falling. “I think his head was made of iron. A
to have reasons.” Didn’t you do the reading? “No, I don’t. You’re baiting me. We haven’t seen each other in weeks, and you begged me to call you and find you and get back together, and now we do, and this is what I get for my trouble? A confrontation and a detailed account of how built this David guy is. What do you want?” I knew what I wanted. I wanted more power. David told me that I had it; I just didn’t know how to use it. I wanted to be treated like a lady. “You’re right. I apologize for
trying to get you drunk. I am, however, concerned about your emotional state.” I believed him. If he laid a hand on me, David would clean his clock. He sat across from me on a leather ottoman. “David has told you that I do very bad card tricks.” I nodded and took a sip of brandy. “Would you like to see one?” “I suppose so.” He held his empty hand in the air and turned it, and a new, sealed deck cards appeared. “Would you do me the honor of unwrapping this deck?” I put the brandy down on the end