by Melissa Blue
GENRE: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Grady Addison doesn't sleep with co-eds, much less his students. Eva March has learned her lesson about sleeping with her professor. What started as an online flirtation becomes so much more. Lust and love has entrapped them in a no-win affair. Her secrets can end his career and send her life crashing down again. But they can't walk away now.
“Where are we going?”
His hands tightened against the bar handles. “To meet my brother Wade.”
Her heart shot into her throat. “What?”
His smirk somehow deepened. “You want the truth about him. I'll let him tell you.”
She stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her shorts, trying to appear relaxed even though a storm of butterflies fluttered in her stomach. “What exactly will that do?”
The smirk dropped away from his lopsided smile. “It'll get you on my bike, your arms and legs wrapped around me. Outside of that, we'll play it by ear.”
All he needed was a James Dean leather jacket to perfect the bad boy statement. Then again, maybe not. He was lethal enough without one. “So you're done being the kind, understanding nice guy?” His smile transformed into a grin that promised a multitude of wicked things. Yeah. No jacket necessary. “You have to admit, it was wearing thin.”
Grady offered her the helmet. Taking it spelled trouble in all languages. Jumping on a motorcycle with a guy who wore a smile that had no good intentions behind it...Yeah. But the facts were different with him. He wasn't just her professor. He didn't prey on her vulnerabilities. And most importantly, he hadn't made her feel broken once.
Eva took the helmet, fastened it and then climbed onto the back of the bike. She wrapped her arms around his chest. One could say she copped a feel as she ran her hands over his stomach. The soft cotton shirt hid taut muscles, but now she could feel every ridge. His stomach jerked beneath her hands.
“Eva?” he asked, his voice low and tight. She leaned forward until her mouth was at his neck. “Yeah?”
He revved the engine again. “You might want to hold on really tight.”
She locked her fingers together. “I know.”
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Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
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