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

Caught off guard, Harper froze. Damn, this stubborn idiot wasn't going to back out at a time like this, right? Right??

He looked guilty as she pulled away and looked into his eyes questioningly. "I …" He cleared his throat. "I didn't bring a condom for this trip."

Harper was speechless for at least a full minute. She really had no idea what to say. This guy had just spent forever trying to convince her that he was a bad boy. What kind of bad boy would say something like that with a girl right on top of him? And what kind of bad boy didn't have a condom with him at all times in the first place?

Eli cursed under his breath at the dubious stare she gave him. "It's not like I expected to get lucky!" he argued, clearly more than a little embarrassed. "Hell, I wasn't even expecting to talk to you outside mandatory meetings we happen to share. What would I need one of those things for?"

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