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 made a short stop at her room and dabbed a thick layer of concealer on the mark on her neck. On her way back to the atrium of the clubhouse, she texted Eli a quick message about having to attend the evening event. She hoped that the change of their usual schedule wouldn't upset him — she did promise to make it up to him tonight, but now, she was already cutting their precious time together short by at least an hour.

Eli's reply to her message was prompt and succinct: [ Ok, I'll be there too. ]

Harper waited for a few seconds, wondering if he'd have anything to add. He didn't. A small tinge of disappointment pulled at the edge of her mind. He didn't send those rows of hearts like he had the last two days … Was he unhappy about her last-minute change of plans?

She didn't have much time to think about it though, because as soon as she arrived at the atrium, Lindsey and Naomi spotted her and waved her over to their cocktail booth.

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