Witchhazel

[ Warning: Mature Content ]
“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”

Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.

Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.

What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?

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Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!

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Sneak Peek:

He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.

Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

His Naughty Lessons

Eli caught her before she collapsed against the tiles. Straightening himself, he turned her around and crushed his lips onto hers.

There was no gentleness in the way he did it. The kiss was rough, his tongue diving hard into her mouth while his hand fisted her hair. He suckled and nibbled hungrily, greedily, devouring the sweet taste and scent of her to quench his thirst.

Her breaths were a series of staccato puffs as she panted into him. Tiny tremors were still pulsing through her, and when she draped her arms around his shoulders, hooking them behind his neck, her whole body felt boneless. She welcomed each and every one of his kisses and touches with languid, contented sighs, as if she had melted into a puddle, pulling him in and drowning him within her liquid warmth.

And then she wobbled a little on her feet, stumbling into him. His swollen hard-on poked right into her lower belly.

Take Care of It for Good