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

"… Oh." Harper was the first to recover from whatever dazed state it was that they both got stuck in. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she looked down between them and … saw the dark mark of a fresh wet patch on his boxers. "My goodness … D-Did we just … But how … What …"

Yeah, precisely the profound questions in his own head right now.

"I suppose … unresolved sexual tension doesn't age well overnight?" Eli opted for something snarky, in the hopes that it'd cover up his embarrassment for making such a scene out of himself for the Nth time that night. Rolling onto his back, he put some much needed distance between them and took a deep breath, trying to calm his still thrashing heart.

Fuck. People say that the right woman in your arms is supposed to work like a sleeping pill, calming and lulling you all the way through dreamless slumber. But how come this one in his bed felt more like … a little blue pill??

The Best Morning After