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BLURB:
Ellen Ragsdale is a
scholarship student who just wants to get her college degree and start her
life. Alexander Cord is a widowed English professor who hides his loneliness
behind a sardonic facade. School rules have kept them at arm’s length all year
long. But on the last night of Ellen’s college career, the two of them risk
everything to find out if their mutual attraction is more than a classroom
crush.
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EXCERPT
“Did you know that you always
blush when you talk to me?” he said quietly. “It’s charming. You look like a
medieval maiden receiving her first suitor.”
It felt like someone had
painted fire across her skin. She ducked her head, staring dumbly at the
hallway’s scarred paint. He couldn’t know. Nobody knew that about her. It
wasn’t that obvious.
Was
it?
“Interesting.” She could hear
the smile in his voice. “I meant it as a compliment, but perhaps I struck
closer to the truth than I’d intended.” He moved closer, and she could feel the
heat from his whole body now, warming her like an invisible caress. “Are you?”
She swallowed hard. He
couldn’t be asking what she thought he was asking. “A-am I—”
“A maiden. A virgin. I
believe a popular term is ‘unicorn bait.’” His voice dropped, turning into a
soft rumble. “I have to admit, I’m puzzled as to how someone as lovely and
intelligent as you could still be virginal.”
Her entire face now felt like
it was on fire. She’d gone on the occasional date, usually doubling with Keisha
or Dianne, but once the guys found out what her schedule was like they didn’t
bother calling again. “Too busy, I guess. Working, studying.”
To her surprise, cool fingers
slid under her chin, gently turning her face up. “What a shame,” Cord said, his
voice low and soft. “But if it’s of any consolation, men your age do tend to be
rather slapdash and impatient when it comes to women. I assure you, you haven’t
missed out on much by skipping the undergraduate sexual circus.” The façade of
the academic disappeared. Underneath was a man she didn’t know, warm and
standing so close to her. “That being said, I wonder … would you be willing to
consider me?”
“What—” Her throat clicked,
it was so dry. She swallowed and tried again. “What are you saying?”
He tilted his head to the
side. “I want to take you to bed, Miss Ragsdale. I want to kiss that pink mouth
of yours, undress you ever so slowly, play with those gorgeous breasts and suck
your nipples before I caress every inch of your body. I want to bury my tongue
between your legs and lap at your clit, and when you’re dripping wet I want to
bury my cock in you. I want to see that sweet mouth of yours open and scream my
name as I make you come over and over again.” Now she could smell his cologne,
something masculine, woody, and underneath that, the musk of clean male. “Come
home with me tonight, Miss Ragsdale. Let me make love to you. I promise you,
you won’t regret it.”
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an
expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and
keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently
located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of
"y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in
sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing
about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing
career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she
wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable
identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major
telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s
just plain torture...).
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