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"A beautiful love story. "
—Robinne Lee, USA Today best-selling author of The Idea of You
Some Kind of Magic | Signed Paperback
Is it love or is it chemistry?
What happens when Eden meets a rock star wearing a perfume generated in her lab?
BOOK 1 in the Flirting With Fame Series.
Signed copies are only available in the US. All signed paperbacks come with other swag such as bookmarks and stickers.
Tropes
TROPES:
✔️ Rockstar romance
✔️ Famous but unrecognized
✔️ One night stand
✔️ Sex first, feelings later
✔️ Ordinary girl in extraordinary world
FEATURES:
✔️ Love potion with the power to seduce anyone in the world
✔️ The magic is chemistry (pheromone experiments)
✔️ Is it real or is it manufactured in a lab?
✔️ Cinnamon roll hero
✔️ Biochemist heroine
LOCATIONS:
✔️ New Jersey
✔️ Manhattan
✔️ Brooklyn
✔️ France
✔️ Germany
✔️ Holland
✔️ Spain
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Why is this on clearance?
Some Kind of Magic is the original title for what is now I Want You To Want Me. This version is discontinued.
About
In my defense, I’d gone out to the club to support my brother’s music career, and Adam stopped by the merch table shrouded in a hoodie, sporting grungy jeans and a threadbare T-shirt from a long-forgotten AC/DC concert. How was I supposed to recognize him?
God, it gets worse.
When he asked me what I do, I half lied, “My company’s developing a perfume.” I couldn’t tell him I research boner pills on laboratory mice. Besides, it was true that a coworker had tossed me a vial of some experimental fragrance as I left work. It smelled nice so I tried it on.
Adam leaned in. “What’s it like?”
I scooted over. “I’m wearing it.”
Gaze locked on mine, he lifted my wrist and brushed his sensuous lips across my skin, breathing in whatever chemical I’d loosed on him. Just like that, an electric charge sparked up my arm. I sucked in a sharp breath, and his eyes dilated black, like this intense desire had surged back toward him.
“Mmm,” he said. “You smell intoxicating.”
I must have, because he flirted with me, bought me beers… invited me back to his place. I knew I shouldn’t go home with him. We were perfect strangers. But God, I wanted to. I wanted more. I wanted him. I thought he wanted me, too.
So when my best friend ran an image search the next day, proving the guy I’d hooked up with was THE Adam Copeland, I had to ask: How had I, a biochemist from suburban New Jersey, attracted that sexy out-of-reach rocker?
And what the hell was in that perfume?