Round Tree ePUB
Anthropology professor Jaicee Grant needs to trade academics for hands-on research. When she arrives at Round Tree, she finds more than she bargained for. Not only does the flesh and blood archaeologist Evan Clark enamor her, but also an ancient love, Sayo, has invaded her mind. They both want her to help them unearth the mysteries of the past, but one of them wants her as a woman as well.
Evan Clark is desperate for money for his dig. When Jaicee Grant makes a large donation, he is stunned. It isn’t until she arrives at Round Tree that he realizes she is a very desirable woman and one who could easily hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the past. Once she does, it could become the archaeological find of the new century.
Cover Art by Bev Haynes
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Jocelyn Grant hurried across the campus of Havelin College, a flyer announcing Dr. Evan Clark’s lecture clutched in her hand. A gust of cold wind whipped under her mid-calf length skirt, but even the chill of the afternoon couldn’t cool her anger. After taking the steps to the administration building two at a time, she embraced the warmth of its interior. While she waited for the elevator, she again read the words on the paper she held in her hand.
Dr. Evan Clark Will Be Lecturing On
The Round Tree Excavations
The Clay Auditorium
Monday At 7:30 P.M.
“Damn,” she said aloud. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped into the small cubicle and pressed the button for the fifth floor. Leaning back against the wall, she waited for the doors to again open. Henry Bennett’s office sat across the hall from the elevator. She eyed her objective. The door stood ajar. Without knocking, she marched into the outer office.
The girl at the desk said, looking up to make eye contact. “Dr. Grant? I didn’t know you had an appointment.”
The girl irritated Jocelyn. “I don’t need an appointment. I’m going in to see Henry.”
“I’m sorry, but…”
Jocelyn didn’t listen to what the girl had to say. Instead, she pushed her way into the inner office.
Henry sat at his desk with George Shelby, the chairman of the board of directors seated across from him. The two men were engaged in conversation and she wondered if they even knew she entered the room.
“Just what is the meaning of this?” she demanded, shaking the paper.
Henry looked up at her interruption. “What has you so upset, Jocelyn?”
She took the few steps needed to stand directly in front of him and thrust the handbill in his face. “This. Why didn’t I know about Dr. Clark coming here to speak?”
“Calm down, Jocelyn. Let’s talk about it.”
“Talk about it,” she shrieked, her voice several decibels higher than usual. “We should have talked about it before you printed this flyer.”
George got to his feet and put his hand on her shoulder while Henry took the paper from her. “How did you get this? These weren’t supposed to be distributed until tomorrow.”
“One of my students brought it to me. She asked what I knew about Dr. Clark’s lecture. It seems I know next to nothing.”
“Next to nothing?” George repeated, making her statement into a question. “How long have you been pestering the board to get someone of Clark’s caliber to speak here?”
“You know it’s been several years. Now you’ve gone behind my back. I would have thought you’d at least consult me. What good is this lecture going to do my students?”
“What are you talking about?” Henry inquired, a puzzled look on his face.