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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Fiddler on the Woof
ISBN 9781419916816
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Fiddler on the Woof Copyright © 2008 Blayne Edwards
Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication June 2008
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
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F IDDLER ON THE W OOF
Blayne Edwards
Blayne Edwards
Chapter One
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
What?
What??
For the love of God, what?!
Aubrey closed her eyes, bit her lip, and seriously considered just ignoring the day’s
umpteenth request for information, directions or advice. The first week of fall semester
was always hell. New faces, new classes, new names and schedules to remember.
Hundreds of lost little freshmen puppies wandering around campus, missing Mom.
“I’m a bit turned around,” he pressed.
Hordes of firm, barely legal, full-grown boys. None of whom saw forty-year-old art
history professors, no matter how well maintained or pleasing to the eye, as sexual
beings or girlfriend material.
“I’m trying to find Ayres Hall.”
The older Aubrey got, the more she hated September. Mainly because she was
bombarded from all around with reminders of the young, enthusiastic ass she wasn’t
getting.
If twenty-year-old men only knew…
“If you don’t mind, I could really use your help.”
Yeah, you and several thousand other freshmen co-eds, Aubrey thought as she adjusted
her bag’s strap on her shoulder and turned to face what she suspected would become
yet another adopted child. Another delectable man-boy who would come to her office
and cry on her shoulder when Daddy cut off the allowance or the latest love of his life
broke his heart
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Fiddler on the Woof
The pup— twenty-two? Twenty-three, tops? A graduate student, no doubt— was pointing
at the map provided to every new student on the Knoxville campus.
He laughed at himself just a little. “I’ve been to this building before. Just last week.
And yet today I am completely…”
Lost. Yeah, she knew exactly what he was.
But that word never came out.
“I’m…um…”
She watched him blink while he stuttered. Half-inch long black eyelashes fluttered
down and then returned to their task of framing two of the most intensely intelligent
blue eyes Aubrey had ever seen.
“I’m…”
A primitive intelligence. Educated in fields and subjects Aubrey only wished she
could teach.
“Bolinger.”
One hand released the map and shot out.
“Professor Bolinger,” he amended.
Aubrey stared at the fingers he’d extended. He wasn’t lost at all. He was Joseph
Bolinger. Dr. Joseph J. Bolinger, in fact. Child prodigy, musical virtuoso, master of the
violin.
Twenty-four. Last month. Adjunct professor for one semester.
And odd in ways no one on campus had yet managed to vocalize.
“Did you lose a bet?” Aubrey chuckled, still staring at his hand. The fingers were
long and slender. Strong. Quick.
She knew this because she’d heard him play many, many times.
“The entire faculty is wondering who you pissed off.”
“What do you mean?” Black brows knitted together as Aubrey finally slipped her
hand into his. “What makes you think I pissed someone off?”
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