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

The group reservation was in the stadium's Champions Lounge, a luxurious club right behind the home plate. The game was yet to start in about another hour, though the pre-game party was already set up with a full bar and music and plenty of table entertainment. The crowd was just starting to gather as Chelsea led the way straight through the lounge and ordered their drinks familiarly with the bartender.

"You vibe like this is your home," Harper commented with an impressed smile.

"It would be amazing if this is my home, I'll totally live here," Chelsea declared. "You know this is the main perk that lured me to accept the job offer from Voyage Bank, right? Nothing compares to watching the whole game fifty feet from the home plate. I can never go back to those cheap seats in the far back that we used to get in college anymore!"

"You two went to college together?" Eli asked, catching on the backstory.

Chick, Chicken, Chickadee