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

This was … not what Harper expected at all, but she liked it. Loved it, every time when Eli let out this hidden side of him and showed her just how possessive he could get.

Maybe jealousy really wasn't so bad of a way to spice things up?

She sighed in dizzying satisfaction as he dove hard into her mouth, claiming her breath with a greedy and urgent sort of hunger. Capturing her tongue, he suckled in a way utterly unlike the gentleness he showed the night before, and as she fumbled to catch up with the unfamiliar advances, his hand snaked around the back of her head, digging into her hair to angle her precisely the way he wanted for deeper access.

Even his scent was so overpowering, crashing over her in an all-consuming tide. The hint of his Manhattan still lingered on his tongue, and the herbal spiciness blended in perfectly into his own masculine taste, making her intoxicated. From effects that weren't just a result of the alcohol itself.

Leaving His Mark