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

Harper's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed once more. She was waiting for his touch, and Eli felt his own body itch in all the unspeakable places, eager to oblige and give her exactly what she wanted.

But today, he didn't want to rush. He was dying to hear her moan, to watch her tremble, to feel her unwind beneath him like the most beautiful musical instrument vibrating and singing with the most bewitching sounds … but she was more than those things to him, and he wanted her to remember that. He wanted both of them to remember that.

So instead of caressing her the way he wanted to, he continued with undoing the last button of her dress. Slipping an arm behind her shoulders, he lifted her gently and slid the clothing off of her waist, then her hips. Her eyes blinked open again when he traced his fingers along the lacy rim of her panty, now the only garment adorning her impeccable body.

His Goddess