A Scientist's Love Story

Prologue

Hello there, reader! My name is Autumn-Rose, but I assume you knew that; either by reading the back cover of this novel or knowing of me from documentaries, interviews, magazines, and my last 2 books. I'm proud of all my works, and, clearly, I was so enthusiastic about the subjects I wrote about. How obvious; why would I write about them otherwise?

Yesterday, I had s very in depth conversation with my agent, Penelope, who is as much responsible for my success as I am. Not to brag or anything, my dear reader, but I've hosted 12 documentaries, written 2 books, and been involved with 3 science projects, and I'm only 25! It's all because of my breakthrough in Uni, but we'll get to that.

Back to the conversation with Penelope. It was about a third book, which brought a beam to my face, as I'd just been thinking about writing a little study and reference pamphlet on bacteria communication, more specifically E. Carotolova, which has not been researched yet. However, I was stopped in my tracks. 'As much as the bio-enthusiasts adored your works on yoghurt yeast alternatives, I think something different would suffice this time. What about a story about your past in a contemporary style?' I began to laugh, flicking through my periodic table book. 'Pen, I'm a scientist, not an author. I can't write with passion, or any beauty! I just jab some facts on the page and bam!' Penelope looked at me knowingly. 'That's not the impression these give me, Auty...' she grinned, and pushed some documents into my hand. As I read the first paragraph, my blood ran cold. How the hell had she managed to get them? They were pages of a book I wrote about my father's death, a year prior. When he had died, I had been 14. Cancer took him, and a part of me went with him.

'Pen.. I...' tears welled up. I suddenly felt such courage. I could do this, but I needed to write about something deeper; more painful. 'I have to write about Sam.' Penelope's face went pale, and she took my hand, smiling sympathetically. 'That would be beautiful, but there's a slight problem. Won't it be a little... mature? I mean.. you were 16 when you met him so...' 'yes, pen, we shagged.' I said bluntly, and she blushed, giggling. 'But honestly, I've done a documentary on the life of a sperm, and I didn't get disgraced for that! We'll just make sure we make it very clear at the beginning of the book.' Penelope sighed. 'This better sell..' she muttered, and began to text a publisher.

So, that was that. Now I'm sat at my desk, eating a flapjack, getting crumbs on my brand new topshop jeans and writing. About him, and our love. Now, like I mentioned before, this book needs a warning, and this is it. Reader, if you are not an adult, or atleast sexually mature, I'd close this book. As one might assume in a romance like this, I'm going to write a few steamy scenes, very early on in the novel too, as we were 16 when we met. Ah, those raging hormones! So, now, on with the book. Get yourself comfy. Grab a snack, and get ready for one hell of a love story.