The closest star investigative reporter, Jackson Haley and rookie lifestyle writer, Derelie Honeywell are destined to come is an accidental shoulder brush in the breakroom.
Jack is the much admired and feared heartbeat of the city and Derelie is a fresh off the farm try-hard.
Jack’s stories sell newspapers and make the bad guys quake. The only quaking anyone reading Derelie’s stories does is the kind with laughter attached.
Until they’re thrown together, unwilling participants in a love experiment, based on thirty-six questions designed to accelerate intimacy.
But just how intimate can a hard news man chasing a huge expose and a homesick clickbait writer get, when he’s a cat person and she’s a dog person?
And what happens when there are no more questions to answer?
The Love Experiment is based on a real life research project. The thirty-six questions that can make you fall in love with anyone (according to the New York Times) began life as an appendix in an academic paper by psychologist Arthur Aron and others in 1997 called The Experimental Generation of Interpersonal Closeness: A Procedure and Some Preliminary Findings. Participants were told to work their way through the questions in order, each answering all thirty-six questions, over a period of an hour. Six months later, two of the original participants were married to each other.
Flick Dalgetty knows what she wants and how to get it which is why she’s about to start her dream job in Washington and needs somewhere temporary to crash. Her new roommate, Tom O’Connell is a repressed anti-social ogre—but man, when he forgets himself can he kiss.
Tom O’Connell’s big promotion has been delayed so he needs a roommate to help pay his mortgage. Felicity Dalgetty is noisy, messy, irritating and just passing through so it was wrong to want her in his bed so much.
They should never have hooked up. They’ve got match made in thank goodness it’s short-term all over them.
Until Flick gives Tom thirty coupons each entitling him to one obligation free activity, from bowling and bubble-bathing to morning delight, removing all the guesswork from being incompatible partners and shifting their fling into high gear.
Now the only problem is their relationship has an expiration date, and they might be falling in love—and there wasn’t a coupon for that.
Love can be a sexy game until it becomes the only one your stubborn heart wants to play.