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About the author:
Penelope Ryan writes sizzling hot romances with dominant men and lots of dirty talk.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book is based on a series of erotic short stories I wrote a while back, and it was so fun turning it into a novel. 🙂
Here is a short sample from the book:
A soft smile spreads across Professor Henry’s face. He reaches out to gingerly brush a strand of hair behind my ear, then he trails his fingers down my jaw, gently holding my chin between them and lifting my face to meet his gaze. The gesture sends a fire starting in my lower belly.
His gaze darkens as he stares down at me. “There’s one more thing you should know before you agree. About our arrangement.”
“I enjoy … the more dominant way of doing things,” he states. “Can you handle that?”
My eyes widen slightly, but I find myself nodding. If I’m honest, I’m curious to find out what that means. What a dominant Professor Henry is like. He already seems pretty dominant to me.
“And I want you for the rest of the semester.”
A continuing situation. Not just once. I take a second to process it. Surprisingly, it doesn’t really change my feelings. Sleeping with him once vs. multiple times? I honestly don’t see much of difference, personally. It’s not like I was going to hate sleeping with him. I can’t imagine that.
After a few heartbeats, I swallow. “Okay,” I say.
He removes his hand from my chin.
“We’ll … sleep together. Until the end of the schoolyear,” I say. “And you’ll give me a passing grade.” A jolt of electricity courses through me. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But instead of dread or fear or shame, I feel … excitement. Arousal? What I’m doing is deliciously dirty, and I can’t help but crave it.
A smile spreads across Professor Henry’s face. “That’s the deal,” he says.
I nod, letting out a shaky breath.
The deal. We’ve made the deal.
Butterflies dance in my stomach, twirling together in an intoxicating sensation that’s only intensifying by the moment.
Professor Henry takes a slow step toward me. Closing the distance between us, he places a hand on my waist, his mouth drawing close to my ear. “Want to officially seal the deal?” he whispers.
His hot breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine, and my eyes flutter. I sigh quietly. “Yes,” I find myself answering.
He moves behind me, slowing brushing his hands along my waist. My breath catches in my throat as he pulls me back against him. Holy shit. Is this really happening?