How did I end up in a fake relationship with the gorgeous captain of the basketball team, Jett Bryant? Where do I start? Back in kindergarten, I used to dream about kissing that adorable brown-eyed boy. He was also the pastor's son but that didn't stop me from chasing him down, tackling him on the playground, and kissing him smack on the lips. Then in eighth grade, I was about to kiss him for real (as real as a spin the bottle kiss could get) but Jett ruined it by telling everyone about the playground kiss so I kissed some guy named James instead.Fast-forward to our senior year where Jett and I got partnered in Marriage and Relations class and were asked to research-of all things-The Chemistry of a Kiss. It had me thinking about those yummy lips of his a little, but I kept my focus strong since I was dating TJ Reynolds, one of Sweet Water's most misunderstood bad boys and lead singer of Grungetown. But somewhere along the way, TJ got jealous and kissed Jett's vicious ex-girlfriend and that's how he became my ex and that's when the whole fake relationship idea started in the first place. The trouble is, all the feelings I had for Jett over the years came pouring back as we spent time together, and our topic wasn't helping the situation one bit. Neither were the incredible kisses he gave me as we "pretended" to like each other.Things really get complicated when Jett starts cozying up to me when nobody's around to witness it. Maybe this whole fake relationship is turning into the real thing. But how can I be sure?

From a noted science journalist comes a wonderfully witty and fascinating exploration of how and why we kiss. When did humans begin to kiss? Why is kissing integral to some cultures and alien to others? Do good kissers make the best lovers? And is that expensive lip-plumping gloss worth it? Sheril Kirshenbaum, a biologist and science journalist, tackles these questions and more in The Science of a Kiss. It's everything you always wanted to know about kissing but either haven't asked, couldn't find out, or didn't realize you should understand. The book is informed by the latest studies and theories, but Kirshenbaum's engaging voice gives the information a light touch. Topics range from the kind of kissing men like to do (as distinct from women) to what animals can teach us about the kiss to whether or not the true art of kissing was lost sometime in the Dark Ages. Drawing upon classical history, evolutionary biology, psychology, popular culture, and more, Kirshenbaum's winning book will appeal to romantics and armchair scientists alike.

I don't care what my cousin says; I am not the queen of impossible relationships. I mean, just because my last boyfriend tried to kill me and left a bit of a scar on my neck, then forced me to move across the country and legally change my name to Reese Randall to escape him, does not mean- Oh, who am I kidding? For a freshman in college, I have to have the worst dating track record ever. It's no wonder love is the last thing on my mind when Mason Lowe enters my life. But the chemistry between us is like bam! Our connection defies logic. And he's just so freaking hot. Being around him makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt before. I even like bickering with him. He could be my soul mate...except for one teeny tiny glitch. He's a gigolo. Boy, do I know how to pick them.

Talia fell under a spell . . . . Jack broke the curse. I was told to beware the accursed spindle, but it was so enchanting, so hypnotic. . . . I was looking for a little adventure the day I ditched my tour group. But finding a comatose town, with a hot-looking chick asleep in it, was so not what I had in mind. I awakened in the same place but in another time—to a stranger's soft kiss. I couldn't help kissing her. Sometimes you just have to kiss someone. I didn't know this would happen. Now I am in dire trouble because my father, the king, says I have brought ruin upon our country. I have no choice but to run away with this commoner! Now I'm stuck with a bratty princess and a trunk full of her jewels. . . . The good news: My parents will freak! Think you have dating issues? Try locking lips with a snoozing stunner who turns out to be 316 years old. Can a kiss transcend all—even time?

The laws of attraction… Walking in on a beautiful woman taking a bath is a perk Todd Wainwright doesn't expect when he arrives at a friend's Hilton Head beach cottage. The dedicated Chicago surgeon is looking for some much-needed R & R. He gets that and more when he spends an unforgettable weekend with South Carolina biochemistry professor Emily Porter, who knows all about the laws of attraction… The chemistry of love Emily has desired Todd ever since she first saw him at her sister's wedding. Having the sexy surgeon all to herself in a romantic oceanfront setting is beyond her wildest fantasies. But once the vacation's over, she's hit with a cold dose of reality. Is the workaholic doc ready to commit? Is the chemistry between them strong enough to turn a passionate lovers' idyll into a true and lasting love?

From the author of The Bride Test comes a romance novel hailed as one of The Washington Post’s 50 Notable Works of Fiction in 2018 and one of Amazon’s Top 100 Books of 2018! “This is such a fun read and it's also quite original and sexy and sensitive.”—Roxane Gay, New York Times bestselling author “Hoang's writing bursts from the page.”—Buzzfeed A heartwarming and refreshing debut novel that proves one thing: there's not enough data in the world to predict what will make your heart tick. Stella Lane thinks math is the only thing that unites the universe. She comes up with algorithms to predict customer purchases—a job that has given her more money than she knows what to do with, and way less experience in the dating department than the average thirty-year-old. It doesn't help that Stella has Asperger's and French kissing reminds her of a shark getting its teeth cleaned by pilot fish. Her conclusion: she needs lots of practice—with a professional. Which is why she hires escort Michael Phan. The Vietnamese and Swedish stunner can't afford to turn down Stella's offer, and agrees to help her check off all the boxes on her lesson plan—from foreplay to more-than-missionary position... Before long, Stella not only learns to appreciate his kisses, but crave all of the other things he's making her feel. Their no-nonsense partnership starts making a strange kind of sense. And the pattern that emerges will convince Stella that love is the best kind of logic...

Life was smooth sailing for Riley Smith. She'd earned a promotion, was living the dream as a single gal in a big city, and treated herself to one of her favorite things - a professional basketball game. In Riley's opinion, nothing ruined a good basketball game like the halftime gag, the Kiss Cam. When the camera lands on her and the sexy stranger in the next seat over, peer pressure from the arena forces them to kiss. It was supposed to be quick, meaningless, and comical. Instead the kiss was hot, delectable, and left her reeling. It hadn't been a great night for Camden Rogers, son of Portland's mayor. On a date with a woman he didn't care for out of obligation to his politician father, meeting the sassy and intelligent Riley was the last thing he expected. Kissing her, however, was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. Never one to back down from a challenge, convincing his hesitant kissing partner they could be more would be his biggest accomplishment yet. They came from two different worlds, a divide Riley was sure they couldn't overcome, but Camden was convinced she was the one. Will Riley be able to let her guard down and let Camden in? Or will the Kiss Cam be their only sexy encounter?

Amy Le Vesconte was born at the end of the nineteenth century but exemplified the modern teacher and woman scientist of the twenty-first century. She earned her PhD in chemistry in 1931 and devoted the next four decades to teaching chemistry to young college women at Mary Hardin-Baylor College in Belton, Texas and two other womens colleges. She imbued her teaching with humor, fun, and creativity that helped overcome the students fear of science. Fun loving and adventuresome, she caught the travel bug when she took a road trip with three other women from Minnesota to Philadelphia in 1926 in a Model T Ford. After that, whenever possible, she traveled around the country and around the world, often keeping a diary. Her accounts of Taiwan (formerly Formosa) and Japan in the years prior to the outbreak of World War II are especially interesting. Deeply grounded in her faith, she lived a life of service, giving generously of her attention and love to nurture young people wherever she saw the need. She was especially caring of international students. Although she never married, she enjoyed a large family of adoring former students around the world, who faithfully kept in touch with her over the years.

From first kisses to missed kisses, stolen kisses, the chemistry of kisses, around-the-world kisses, silver-screen kisses, Freudian kisses, lipstick kisses and record-breaking kisses, this eclectic collection of facts, figures, quotes and curiosities has everything you've ever wanted to know—and more—about that most deceptive, delightful and indispensable gesture: the kiss.

Real Stories from Real Online Daters Chemistry and Numbers 2: Sexy, Funny, Horrifying and Yes, Successful Online Dating Stories from more than 50 Online Daters With an introduction and conclusion by internationally acclaimed online dating coach, relationship expert and advice columnist Keeley Smith. Accompanying website that helps you compare top online dating sites: ChemistryandNumbers.com EXCERPTS FROM CHEMISTRY & NUMBERS 2 FOUND: Love Online By Jamie Biegeleisen I gave him my number and we talked on the phone. Since things were still going well, we decided to meet that night. He drove to me and my first thought when I saw him was, "He's so short!" Not the greatest start to a date, huh? We went to a bar and ended up having a great time. We were joking and laughing and getting along really well. Unfortunately, I felt that we were in two different phases of our lives-he was still trying to find himself, and I thought that I had already done so. I don't know why, but I agreed to a second date. On my drive down to visit him I called my best friend and said, "This is our second and last date. I'm only going because he drove to Baltimore and I feel bad about that. We'll hang out on his turf and this will be it." Seven hours later I was on my way back home, calling my brother at 2 a.m., and telling him that while it could have been something I had eaten, I was pretty sure I had butterflies. Fast forward three years later and we are married. Getting Back on the Horse By Julia Light I walk down the stairs and just continue walking right out the door to the sidewalk up the block to my car jump in start her up and drive away. I have a pang of guilt. I dismiss it. How often have I been stood up, walked out on, or otherwise been "dissed"? The following day I receive an angry email. "Where did you go? I thought you might've been hurt! I was worried!!!" The guilt returns. I'm not that type of person! I decide to email him the truth using the safety of the computer. I tell him that "you lied to me about your appearance. I was uncomfortable around you and I wasn't sure what else you could be lying about. I did not mean for you to worry, but frankly we barely knew each other. Get some perspective. Best wishes." Nice Girls Don't Internet Date By Desdemona Bandini He picked me up in his Cadillac Escalade SUV and dropped hints of his million-dollar ventures, but we had fun. The next date he wanted me to go to his palatial crib and watch a movie while he cooked for me. Translation: Sex. I was suppose to do the usual, "Oh, your car is big, your house is so nice, do me." But I didn't. I said I would go on a date, but not to his house. He threw a tantrum and that was that. The next guy was James 007, who was from the South, and had an adorable photo of a blond yuppie that turned out to be very old. He had straggly black hair and looked like the devil. His music choice: Marilyn Manson. He requested I wear black. When he tried to spank me within 10 minutes of meeting me, I'd had enough. Cyber Love and the Swingers Club By Dana Verdino Ken whispered in my ear, "They're swingers. Everyone here swings." For a moment