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About the author:
Katie Devoe grew up in New York City and has lived in Los Angeles, Madrid, and Barcelona. She’s worked as a barista, bookseller, cheese maker, and organic farmer. Her idea of a dream day is curled up in a cozy sweater, drinking a cup of Fortnum & Mason tea and reading.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was spending a lot of time writing in a library in New York and the idea just sort of popped out of nowhere. I’ve always found academia extremely erotic and the idea of having sex in a library, surrounded by books, the danger of being caught, with someone you should most certainly not be having sex with…let’s just say I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it over the years. The book was supposed to be a stand-alone novella, but turned into a three part series. I just had so much fun writing it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he murmured.
She looked up at him with those beautiful wide green eyes. “Of course I came.”
His lips curled into a satisfied smile. “And you’re wearing a dress.”
“You told me to,” she said easily. As if obeying him was already ingrained in her, a need so basic she hadn’t realized it existed.
Tristan leaned down, breathing in the scent of her, floral and feminine and perfectly fitting. “I teach in an hour. That gives us more than enough time to get better acquainted.” His words were a dark promise, making Mel’s body stiffen in surprise and anticipation. She looked around nervously, relieved to confirm they were still alone, but that could change at any moment.
“Here?” she asked unsteadily.
“Here.” Tristan let his hands drop from her shoulders. “Stand up and turn around,” he demanded brusquely.
Mel struggled to her feet, pushing aside her chair and turning to face Tristan. His lithe body boxed her in against the desk, highlighting her vulnerability. Her nipples puckered in response to his appreciative gaze.
“You look stunning,” he said, reaching out to brush a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear with surprising tenderness. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment all day. If you hadn’t been here,” he paused, dismissing the thought with a shake of his head. “I would have been very disappointed.”
The way he said disappointed sent a shiver through her body. Mel licked her lips, trying desperately to keep her eyes on Tristan’s. He watched her internal struggle, his lips curling into a sly smile.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked shakily.
“You. God, you’re all I’ve been able to think about. I want you. All of you. But for now, I want to taste you,” he said slowly, drawing out his response, letting it wash over Mel’s senses. “I want to watch you struggle to maintain control. I want to see the moment you give in and you lose it.” His perfectly composed tone was so at odds with his erotic statement. “Take off your panties and give them to me.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, watching her intently to gauge her reaction. This was it, he thought. She’d either do what he asked or she’d realize she couldn’t. He held his breath.
Mel bit her lip nervously before lowering her eyes, her long lashes brushing her pale skin. Carefully, she reached under her skirt and slowly pulled down the lace panties she’d worn specially for him, stepping gracefully out of them and handing them to Tristan. He smiled and lifted them to his face, inhaling deeply. Mel blushed, knowing he’d be able to tell how excited she was.
“Good girl.” He tucked her panties into the back pocket of his pants.