Thanks for having me here today, Leah. I appreciate the chance to talk about THE PROFESSOR, my upcoming release from Carina Press.
I’ve always been fascinated by the impact of childhood upbringing on adult behavior and why two people with similar backgrounds can turn out so different. Since I write romantic suspense and mysteries, I’ve researched criminal psychology—fortunately most of us aren’t that warped. The analysis of criminals inevitably looks at their childhood.
So what do you think? Is the result—behavior as an adult—a product of nature or nurture? The debate centers on the relative importance and contribution of genetics and environment. In my opinion, people are more complicated. The things that make us human—our capacity for learning, for emotion and interactions with others—allow us to change our environment and ourselves. Nature interacts with nurture and vice versa.
In THE PROFESSOR, both heroine Meg Connelly and the Professor had less than ideal childhoods, but Meg grew up strong and determined to make her own way in the world, while the Professor blamed everyone else for his shortcomings. Still, Meg struggled to trust—to let hero Mick O’Shaughnessy into her heart—even though she longed for a family and a life mate.
“I don’t know what to wear.”
“If you didn’t like him, you wouldn’t care,” Lisa pointed out. “I’ve never seen you do the girly indecision routine.”
Meg closed the closet door and picked up her brush, smoothing the flyaway hairs the sweater had displaced. With a sigh, she said. “I do like him. It’s scary.”
Lisa patted the bed beside her and Meg slid onto it. “You can’t keep pushing everybody away if they try to get close. Not everybody’s as persistent as me.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s just spooky. I mean, there’s this connection between us. It’s like I can see right into his brain and tell what he’s thinking and feeling.”
“That’s called being in love, sweetie.”
“But I barely know him. Besides, he can go into cop mode and, wham, everything closes.”
“It’s what he does. It’s part of the package. Can you handle it?”
“I don’t know.” She made a face. “’Course the other piece of it is, he can see into me. And I can’t block him.”
“It’s not like you have any deep, dark secrets.”
Meg looked away, nervously twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Everybody has secrets, things they don’t want anybody to know.”
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