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The Professor's Secret
The Professor's Secret
The Professor's Secret
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Will his secret drive her away?

On the verge of graduating from the University of Colorado with a degree in Biology, Danielle Gerome loses her parents in a tragic accident. The last thing she expects is help from the art professor she’s admired from afar since she started college.

One semester with Danielle in his art history class and Shane Bancroft is sunk. Four years later, he still can’t stop thinking about her, but with tenure on the line, he doesn’t dare do anything about it. Glad she’s graduating soon, he can’t resist helping her when he sees her crying in the campus library one night and is soon tempted to pursue a relationship with her.

Will Danielle help Shane appreciate what’s really important, or will his secret drive her away?

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Release dateMar 4, 2015
ISBN9781311715579
The Professor's Secret
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Robyn Rychards

Robyn Rychards grew up in the granola bowl of the United States, Boulder Colorado, a town filled with fruits, flakes and nuts. She considers herself a Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none and has taught herself to sew, paint, play the piano, garden, cook, the list goes on. But now that her books are published, she's thrilled to finally be considered a master of one. At least as much as a person can be, for the learning never really stops. She feels her active imagination is a blessing and a curse, with the blessing far outweighing the curse, since it has led her to fulfil her dream of writing romance stories for Harlequin. Robyn started writing stories when she was a teenager because she didn't have enough books to read, and sometimes finds it hard to believe that people are willing to pay her to do something she enjoys so much. Then there's the added bonus of having a good reason to put off cooking and cleaning, much less a job that means you can stay in your jammies as long as you want. That's priceless.   To find out more, visit Robyn on her website. You can also follow Robyn on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. 

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    The Professor's Secret - Robyn Rychards

    THE PROFESSOR’S SECRET

    By

    Robyn Rychards

    Edited By: Nas Dean

    Cover Art: Sherri Skanes

    Title: The Professor’s Secret

    Copyright © 2015 by Robyn Van Matre

    All rights reserved. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of the publisher, Literary Romance Publishing.

    All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Epilogue

    About the Author

    Sneak Peak

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    The Professor’s Secret

    By Robyn Rychards

    On the verge of graduating from the University of Colorado with a degree in biology, Danielle Gerome loses her parents in a tragic accident. The last thing she expects is help from the art professor she’s admired from afar since she started college.

    One semester with Danielle in his art history class and Shane Bancroft is sunk. Four years later, he still can’t stop thinking about her, but with tenure on the line, he doesn’t dare do anything about it. Glad she’s graduating soon, he can’t resist helping her when he notices her crying in the campus library one night.

    Will Danielle help Shane appreciate what’s really important or will his secret drive her away?

    About The Author

    Robyn Rychards grew up in the granola bowl of the United States, Boulder Colorado, a town filled with fruits, flakes and nuts. She considers herself a Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none and has taught herself to sew, paint, play the piano, garden, cook, the list goes on. But now that her books are published, she’s thrilled to finally be considered a master of one. At least as much as a person can be, for the learning never really stops.

    She feels her active imagination is a blessing and a curse, with the blessing far outweighing the curse, since it has led her to fulfil her dream of writing romance stories for Harlequin. Robyn started writing stories when she was a teenager because she didn’t have enough books to read, and sometimes finds it hard to believe that people are willing to pay her to do something she enjoys so much. Then there’s the added bonus of having a good reason to put off cooking and cleaning, much less a job that means you can stay in your jammies as long as you want. That’s priceless.

    She also loves to hear from her readers, so send her an email at robynrychards@gmail.com. You can get in touch with her on Twitter @robynrychards . She loves meeting new people on Facebook too and can be found under her name, Robyn Rychards. Check out her website at www.robynrychards.com for details about her books and upcoming releases.

    To my parents. If it wasn’t for their love story, I wouldn’t be here.

    Chapter One

    Professor Shane Bancroft looked at his watch. Closing time. He should head home. Except… His eyes strayed to her for the millionth time that night. Danielle Gerome. She’d been in his class all of one semester almost four years ago and he still remembered her name. It was not a good thing. For him at any rate.

    She sat with her chin resting on her fist, her long dark hair falling around her like a cloak, while she wrote in her notebook. Though he suspected it was more along the lines of doodling because after watching her all evening, he didn’t think she was up to much more. Had she heard the announcement it was time to leave? She was making no move to do it. If he was smart, he’d get out of the campus library before he did something stupid. But she was obviously upset and he couldn’t leave her there alone. He’d hoped all evening that someone would show up to keep her company, take her mind off her troubles, whatever they may be, but no one had said as much as a hello. Now, here it was, midnight. Bad things happened to college girls out alone late at night. If something happened to her, he couldn’t live with himself.

    He collected up his papers and other paraphernalia, put it all in his brown leather messenger bag and stood up, then picked up the bag off the table and draped it across his chest. He shoved his hands in his pockets and didn’t move. Maybe if he took his time, she’d head out before him and he could follow, make sure she got to her car okay. Taking his attraction to her out of the mix, he knew something wasn’t right in her world. Most likely something along the lines of breaking up with her boyfriend. In which case, she probably didn’t want anything to do with men at the moment. Regardless of who they were.

    So much for logic. He walked over to her and years of self-denial was shot to hell.

    Ms. Gerome, I don’t mean to intrude, but are you alright?

    He was right about the doodling and she didn’t lift her head to look at him.

    Thanks for asking. I’m fine. Just trying to get some work done. If you don’t mind.

    The sound of her voice made his muscles tighten. Deeper than the average woman’s, with a trace of a French accent. It was the first time he’d heard it and it made him think of sex. Hot, steamy, all night sex. He would’ve been better off never knowing that and he cursed himself for coming over to her instead of silently

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