I guess I’m partially to blame for the predicament that my Brice found himself in. My name is Jancy Van Sant, and I’m Brice’s mother. See, I’m the reason he doesn’t believe in love. Or that he thinks he doesn’t. But I ask you, how can a person not believe in love? Love is beautiful and if done right, brings out the best in a person. But that’s not what Brice has seen of love. After this father left me, Brice became jaded about the fairer emotions. He felt that love--or rather the loss of love--had changed me. All he could see was that afterwards I wasn’t the same. Love’s fault? Not at all.
But then something incredible happened to Brice. He met with a cup of blue shampoo. Now, I’m not exactly sure how Brice managed to drink shampoo, but I can tell you, I would have given anything to be able to see his face that day as the unsuspected love potion took hold. That was just the catalyst he needed to get him to fall in love and get married--two things he said he’d never do. Now, I know what you’re thinking, he didn’t remember much about his own courtship, ah, but he got there.
See, Brice would have never made the step on his own. He definitely needed something to lead him in that direction, and for that I thank Suzanne Rose, unemployed chemistry teacher and creator of the shampoo. Love Potion.
Suzanne’s a good girl, honest and sweet natured, even with all of that fabulous red hair. And even though she might not be from Brice’s social class, she certainly keeps my son on his toes. But a marriage is just what Brice needs--even if it’s all a ruse--to show him that not all relationships should be left behind. And that he might need to give love at chance after all.
Suzanne Rose never intended for Brice Van Sant to drink a cup of her homemade herbal shampoo. And she certainly didn’t expect an impromptu marriage proposal from the hunky CEO.
After an incredible wedding night, Brice wakes unable to remember his bride’s name or why he proposed.
Too late they realize the bright blue shampoo is responsible. Almost like...a love potion!
Brice doesn’t believe in love. But as chief executive of the area’s largest pharmaceutical company, he needs that formula. He strong-arms Suzanne into reproducing it for him, demanding that she pretend they are happily married until it’s recovered.
As Suzanne struggles to remember the shampoo’s ingredients and forget their perfect wedding night, she finds herself falling for her husband. Can she convince Brice that love is a chance worth taking before she loses her heart to him forever?
She smiled, and Brice felt the warmth go straight through him. She had a home-town, girl-next-door look that somehow made a man forget things he was better off remembering. Like the promises Brice had made to himself when his father left. Like the fact that if he made love to Suzanne again it would be disastrous for everyone involved.
Let her go, his internal voice commanded.
Brice’s legs started to move, his feet taking step after step until he reached her side.
“I had fun,” she replied.
Tell her goodnight. And walk away.
“You’re a natural,” he said instead. “You should play more often.”
“Maybe I will.”
He could see questions in her eyes, questions he didn’t want to answer.
Without permission from his brain, his hand reached up and loosened the towel covering her hair. Damp, copper-colored curls, sprang free from their confinement and bounced across his fingers. “Maybe you will,” he repeated.
Turn away. And whatever you do, don’t kiss her.
“Tell me to stop,” Brice demanded in a husky whisper as his head lowered closer and closer toward her luscious mouth. “Tell me.”
“I can’t,” she said and raised her lips to meet his.
Brice could no more prevent the kiss than he could re-route the sun. The caress was destiny or fate or serendipity. Kismet. It was out of his control. Never before had anything taken such complete command of his mind and body. Nothing except for a cup of blue shampoo and its redheaded maker who haunted his every waking moment.
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