Temptation Part 1 (The Hunted Series Part 1) by Ivy Smoak

Indulge in the temptation in the breakout series THE HUNTED by Ivy Smoak.

When Penny Taylor runs into a handsome stranger in a coffee shop, she believes her luck has finally changed. After having her confidence unwound by her ex, she falls hard for a true gentleman. But once she realizes that her crush is her communications professor, her world is turned upside down.

Haunted by dreams of the alluring Professor Hunter, Penny can’t seem to dismiss her fantasies and the temptation to have him grows deeper. Will the excitement, danger, and mystery surrounding Professor Hunter bring her to her knees?

This book is intended for mature audiences.

This is PART ONE of THE HUNTED erotic romance series

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About the author:

Ivy Smoak is an entrepreneur with very fickle tendencies. After much encouragement from her fiancé, she finally decided to dive into her true passion and began writing erotic romance novels. She lives with her fiancé in Philly.

What inspired you to write your book?

I’m in love with falling in love. Writing about meet cutes and building up tension between characters is my true passion. And who doesn’t love a good student/professor romance?

Here is a short sample from the book:

The coffee shop was abuzz that morning. None of the other students were used to waking up this early either. Caffeine was a necessity. I grabbed my umbrella in one hand and my coffee cup in the other and squeezed my way past the other patrons.
The floor was slick near the exit from everyone tramping in and out into the rain. Despite Melissa’s protests, I had worn my rain boots, and I was glad I had when my feet slid slightly on the linoleum. As I regained my balance, someone came bursting into the coffee shop. The door swung in and collided with my cup. Coffee splashed onto my shirt as my cup fell to the ground. As I began to slip again, I suddenly felt two strong hands on me, holding me steady.
“I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” said a deep voice.
“I’m fine.” I kept my eyes on the ground. “It wasn’t hot anymore.” I left off the fact that it was cold because I had been sitting in the coffee shop for half an hour acting like a crazy stalker.
His hands slowly fell off my waist. “I’m afraid I’ve ruined your shirt.”
I looked at the brown coffee stains that showed clearly on my blue tank top. “Oh, crap, I have an 8 a.m., I don’t have time to change.” I wished I had worn a coat to protect myself from the cool rain instead of bringing an umbrella.
“Here,” he said. He put down his satchel and lifted off his gray sweater. The white dress shirt he was wearing underneath lifted slightly as he pulled off the sweater, and I caught a glimpse of his abs. I let my eyes wander to his face. It looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine. He looked older, possibly a grad student. His hair was dark brown and wet from the rain. The way it was sticking up made it look like he had just run his hands through it. His jawbone was sharp and there were dimples in his cheeks. His eyes were a deep brown like his hair and they were staring at me intently. My heart began to beat fast. He handed me his sweater.
“That’s, okay. I can’t take that,” I laughed uneasily. “I’ll be fine.” I moved to the side so he could pass by me. I felt my cheeks begin to blush.
“I insist.” He had a slight smile on his face. “First day of classes,” he shrugged. “You’ll want to make a good first impression.”
I took the sweater from him. “Thank you,” I said quietly. I pulled the sweater over my head. It was huge but comfortable. The scent of sweet cologne drifted off of it. It made me feel slightly dizzy. I could feel myself staring at him. “I’m sorry, I have to go, I’m going to be late.” He was so handsome that I was acting even more awkward than usual.
His lips parted like he was about to say something, but then they closed again. I smiled gratefully and walked out of the coffee shop. As I made my way to my class I knew I must look ridiculous. A baggy sweater, leggings, and bright red rain boots. I must look like a child. But I was grateful. Coffee stains down the front of me would have been worse than a baggy sweater. Melissa was going to love this story.