Goodness of Fit by Missy Marciassa
(Smart is the New Sexy #1)
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
(Smart is the New Sexy #1)
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Zoe
Tawn is about to finish her bachelor’s degree and start a PhD program
in quantitative psychology. Yet her friends don’t think she’s quite
ready to graduate: she still hasn’t played her v-card. Zoe’s friends
don’t know her v-card was played years ago; she doesn’t talk about that
crap. She does agree that dating would make her a more well-rounded
individual, however, so she tries, and realizes the dating game isn’t
for her: she’s a geek, not a flirt. Zoe decides to utilize her strengths
with the mantra “Smart is the new sexy” and develops a predictive model
for companionship to replace those outdated compatibility
questionnaires. Her model goes viral in no time, so her friends secretly
enter her profile into it. When a match comes back, it shocks them all:
it’s Wesley Williams, the twentysomething CEO billionaire of
Quantitative Solutions, where Zoe is doing an internship. Zoe insists
the error in her model must be unacceptably high until she gets an email
requesting she stop by Mr. Williams’ office at
her earliest convenience…
“So, Zoe.” Laurence gave me another smile that was surely
meant to encourage me to spill my guts. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit
about yourself?”
Oh, right. We were supposed to get to know each other, but I
didn’t have time for the niceties. “Did you get my records from my old
therapist, Dr. Mayweather?”
Laurence blinked. Maybe I was moving a little too fast for
him, but I’d had those records sent up for a reason: so we could get going.
After a moment, he nodded. “Your therapist- Emily Mayweather?- sent us your
files, provided a lot of information.”
“Good.” I nodded and drank some more water. “So you can see
that we talked- extensively- about what happened.” For five frickin’ years. I
paused to see if he was still with me.
He simply nodded.
My throat still felt a little dry, but I spoke anyway. “I
wanted you to see that so you would know my history, obviously, and so it’s
clear that I’ve dealt with all that stuff.”
Laurence’s eyebrows went up. “All that stuff?”
Were they trained to act like parrots? “Yes, all that
stuff.” I leaned forward. He was probably looking for a lot of juicy trauma to
cut his clinical psychology trainee teeth on, but it wasn’t going to happen
with me. “I’m not interested in rehashing the past. It’s over. Done with. I’m
interested in focusing on the present, moving on with my future.”
Laurence nodded again. “That’s the ultimate goal of
therapy,” he started, “but sometimes we need to talk about the past-”
“Not me,” I interrupted. I was going to cut this line of
inquiry off right at the beginning. “I’m not here to talk about past bullshit,
like my family, my childhood, or what happened. I’ve talked- processed- it all,
as you can see from my records.” I figured I’d throw some psychological terms
in (like “processing” as opposed to “talking”) to show I wasn’t as naïve as a
layperson, even if I was still an undergrad psych major. “I’m here to get some
strategies.”
Laurence blinked again as if trying to make sense of that.
“Strategies.”
“Yes.” I nodded my head a little too vigorously: I could
feel the pull in my neck. “Strategies.”
He shifted in his chair as he regarded me. “Strategies for
what?”
“Dating.” I answered without hesitation. There was no use
being coy. “I’ve met a guy, and I really like him, and I just need some
strategies to figure out how to- well-” I hadn’t thought this part through. How
to phrase this? “How to- how to enjoy him- my time with him-” My voice died
out, something it never did, but of course this had to be another first time
for something. I swallowed some more water, grateful I didn’t choke on it.
“Enjoy your time with… your boyfriend?” Well, I had to give
him some credit: he got what I was trying to say.
“Yes.” Again I nodded too hard, so my head felt like a damn
bobble doll. “I’ve been busy in college, so I haven’t had much- well, any- time
to date, and I started dating a guy, and I really like him, but- but I’m
having… problems.” Now I sounded like an idiot.
He looked at me for a long moment before repeating,
“Problems.”
This parroting was really getting on my nerves. I looked at
him to see if he could come up with something better than that. This was
supposed to be a conversation, after all. Did I have to spell it out for the
guy? The clinical psych department here was one of the top-ranked programs in
the country; their students were supposed to be the best and the brightest.
Let’s see how bright Laurence was. Hopefully I hadn’t gotten a dud.
After a long pause, Laurence asked, “Are these problems
related to… intimacy issues?”
Okay, so he wasn’t a complete idiot. I restrained myself to
nod only once. “Yes. And I’m looking for some strategies to deal with these,
well, intimacy issues.”
“But you don’t want to talk about what happened?” Was that a
note of incredulity in his voice? It would be incredibly unprofessional if
there was one, but I couldn’t be certain.
Well, ultimately, I was the client. This was supposed to be
about what I wanted. “I’ve already talked about it. I know the guy’s a dirty
rat-bastard, it wasn’t my fault, all that stuff. I’m just looking for some
strategies. Can you do that?”
Laurence seemed to consider this for a moment before he gave
me a nod of his own. “We can develop some strategies to help with specific
issues.” He didn’t shrink from my gaze as he regarded me for a moment before he
continued talking. “But I think you need to be prepared for the possibility
that we won’t be able to develop successful strategies without talking about what
happened.”
Jesus. What other options did I have, though? What I was
doing on my own wasn’t working, and although I’d even considered a sex
surrogate, I just wasn’t sure if that was a legitimate form of treatment. I
wasn’t looking to get arrested for soliciting prostitution. I guess I needed to
give Laurence a try.
Hopefully this wouldn’t suck too much.
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AUTHOR BIO
Missy
Marciassa loved getting lost in novels from the time she could read, so
it’s no surprise she wanted to write. Her very first “novels” were
re-writing the books she read to get the endings she wanted in second
grade. Missy continued to read and write through grade school and high
school.
After
becoming rather disillusioned with fiction after writing literary
criticism as an English major in college, however, Missy focused on her
enjoyment of learning about people and studied
psychology. Reading fiction fell to the wayside with all the reading and
writing required for college and graduate school, but once Missy became
a doctoral candidate, she rediscovered her love of
fiction. Then she started getting the urge to write, an urge that
wouldn’t go away (she refuses to diagnose it as a compulsion). Covert
Assignment is the end result of that urge.
Links:
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