He’s also brilliant, beautiful, and the new advisor for my PhD dissertation. It’s a match made in academic hell.
As a doctoral candidate, my life is a carefully constructed syllabus of ambition, caffeine, and crushing imposter syndrome. The last thing I need is to be reassigned to the tyrannical, tweed-clad titan of the English department. They call him ‘The Canon’—a man whose field is 18th-century literature and whose personality is 100% grumpy. He thinks my thesis on modern digital romance is a pop-culture joke, and he has no problem telling me so.
Our office hours become a combat zone of intellectual sparring. But I’m not the kind of student to be professionally erased. The more he pushes, the more I push back, and the tension simmering between us becomes something more than academic. It’s a raw, undeniable, and completely forbidden chemistry that ignites behind the closed door of his office.
He’s a man haunted by a past that makes him terrified of connection. I’m a woman with a future he’s sworn to protect, even if it means breaking me in the process.
We make a set of rules to contain the no feelings, no public risk, and it ends when one of us says so. But in a war of wit and willpower, some rules are destined to be shattered. He thinks he can control this, control me. But he’s about to learn that the grumpiest professors make for the hardest fall.
And our little secret is about to cause a scandal big enough to burn the whole university to the ground.