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

When Harper hurried to the conference room after a quick shower and a change of clothes, it was only two minutes before the meeting's starting time. Lindsey, who was her presentation partner of the day and was waiting anxiously at the podium, let out an audible sigh of relief at the sight of her and looked almost ready to give her a bear hug.

"What happened?" Lindsey asked in a low voice as Harper scurried over. "You're always at least fifteen minutes early to every meeting, even back in the office! Don't tell me you overslept your alarm on a day that actually matters?"

Harper winced. "I—" Damn, she hadn't had the time to come up with a good excuse yet while she rushed to get ready. "I, um, took a bit too long with … breakfast …"

That was a super lame one, but fortunately, Lindsey didn't seem to have suspected anything out of the ordinary. "Geez." She simply rolled her eyes. "I know the food is good at the resort, but come on—"

Mosquito Bite