I bring my hand down on her bare ass, just sharp enough to make her feel it, not enough to leave a mark. She inhales sharply, her hips bucking. “And have you, Ms. Reed? Or will I need to reprimand you more thoroughly?”When Harper Reed came to Oxford, her dream was to study modern poetry with the infamous Professor Jack Kingston, NOT to sleep with him. But his lectures are intoxicating, his knowledge captivating, and his accent drops panties faster than Charlie Hunnam on a Saturday night.Harper has never made good decisions when it comes to sex and Jack has never been able to commit, yet there’s something between them that neither of them has felt before. But students and teachers are not supposed to fraternize, even as this out of control connection puts both of their futures on the line.When their forbidden love is tested, can they make the grade?

    Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.I can’t help it that my name suits me well.You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.Why?Because I broke my cardinal rule …Never b*ng a student.Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled scr*wing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with rainbows, unicorns, and ice-cream? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with huge jewels… Don't even bother.

    New rules. New school.Change was supposed to be…good.Until I met him.No one warned me Principal Renner would be so hot.I’d expected some old, graying man in a brown suit.Not this.Not well over six feet of lean muscle and piercing green eyes.Not a rugged-faced, ax-wielding lumberjack of a man.He’s grouchy and rude and likes to boss me around.I find myself getting in trouble just so he’ll punish me.Especially with his favorite metal ruler.Being bad never felt so good.

    They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex. The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs. They can’t stay away from each other. They're either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames. If they're found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She'll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped. And they will be found out, yes they will.So what the hell are they going to do? *** To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised. Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

    This school is mine—literally, my family built Black Mountain Academy generations ago—and I own everything in it. And I, Nathaniel Black IV, won’t stop until that includes her. She just started this year, my senior year, her first job right out of college. She calls it her dream job, but I’ve had the sick pleasure of making my study period with her every day more a nightmare. I’m fixated on her, obsessed with her, and all I want is to feel the skittish little mouse beneath me.I can’t get her out of my head, not even while partying at my friend’s house, every girl vying for my attention. But they don’t stand a chance, not when my focus is on Ms. Evelyn Richards. She makes me feel… things I don’t understand. Possessive yet… protective. I can f— with her, but no one else can. Compulsion strikes, the other half of my disorder, and that night I set out to find where she lives. And what I discover changes both our lives.The perfect information for blackmail. The perfect secret to hold over her head to get what I want.Her.A Lesson in Blackmail is a full-length novel in the Black Mountain Academy series. It is a crossover standalone with KD Robichaux's Club Alias series.

    But when everyone kept saying that Loche Johnson has literally THE biggest... well, "Johnson" of any professor at our college, that he used to do porn and there's a birthmark on his hip that proved it, I got skeptical. My friends pressed me to ask him. So I sacked up and did. The rumors are true—porn star Johnson is real. I was just supposed to look, but then he gave me his infuriatingly cocky smirk and said that girls like me couldn't handle guys like him. Girls like ME? We shouldn't have slept together. And it should NOT have been amazing. Now he keeps teasing me—in class, on campus, like he doesn't care if we get found out. If anyone learns we hooked up, I'll lose my scholarship. I'll lose everything I worked so hard for. I won the dare. I'm not sure it was worth it.

    They tell me it’s infatuation, and will never come to anything. Never mean anything. Because what would I know, right? I haven’t even finished school. I’m just a silly little girl. And no little girl should want the things I want from him. No little girl should have the thoughts I have… But they’re wrong. I really do love Mr Roberts. I love Mr Roberts because he’s the most amazing man, the most amazing artist, the most amazing teacher that could ever have existed. And what if… just what if Mr Roberts wants me, too? What if Mr Roberts really does want to Teach Me Dirty? (Please note that the heroine is 18 years old) For mature readers only.

    My teeth biting his neck. His scent on my skin. My nails carving a path down his back. His commands whispered in my ear. All of my senses filled with him. I knew it was bad. But I craved more. It had begun innocently enough, bumping into one another in a crowded Boston bar. What followed that night had been anything but innocent. Because I'd known, even as he'd slid inside of me, that he was my professor. I'd pursued him, a predator stalking its prey. And he didn't know I was his student. But he would. ***Author's note: This isn't a jail bait student/teacher novel with a butterflies-in-the-belly kind of romance. The characters portrayed in this novel are consenting adults with functioning brains. If curse words, sex, and hard ass college professors with secrets offend you, move right along.

    Except Will Spencer isn't what she expected: he isn't old, and he isn't a fuddy-duddy... Stay out of trouble, they said.   But Emily Masterson, sitting in the front row of my class, was the kind of trouble I didn't see coming. I bet I’m the only college professor in all of Britain who’s punched his boss for being an asshole. But he got up again, and hit back pretty good—he knocked my ass three thousand miles across the Atlantic. Now I'm in exile for a semester, teaching bored college students in New Hampshire. It’s only a semester, they said. It’ll blow over, and you can come back to your real job. All I need to do is stay out of trouble. Especially the kind of trouble that comes in a cute little package, with red lips, and round hips, and little polka-dot skirts. Especially when that trouble is in my class looking at me as if I’m the most important thing in her world. Especially when she's my new student, and all the things I want to do to her are completely forbidden.   Stay out of trouble. Right.

    Once she walked into my classroom, another smiling college freshman, I knew I should stop going. Stop watching. But I couldn’t do it. Everything about her makes me want more, and once I realize she wants me too, the temptation becomes irresistible. The worst part is that she has no idea her professor is the one watching behind the glass. I just have to hope that once she finds out the truth, she wants the same thing I do. Because now that I've seen all of her, I can't look away.Stand-alone.

     He definitely wasn’t supposed to walk into class Monday morning on my first day of college. He wasn’t supposed to be my teacher. He did things to my body that no man had ever done before. Things I wanted him to do again And again. And again. But the man I had in my bed two days ago was now off limits. He was my teacher. I was his student. I couldn’t have him... I wanted him anyway. First Semester is a 50,000 word standalone novel and the first in The Campus Tales series.

    She’s outspoken, brazen and wants nothing more than to escape the Nevadan hell hole that she calls home. On the brink of eighteen, with a deceased mother and a well-meaning, yet absent father, she is forced to fend for herself. The only person she’s ever had to depend on is her borderline obsessive stepbrother, Ryan. But, what used to be her anchor is quickly becoming a loose cannon. When Remi gets the opportunity to attend the best private school in the state during her senior year of high school, she jumps at the chance. Then she meets Mr. James. Ornery, aloof, and totally irresistible. Most girls would swoon in secrecy. Most girls would doodle his name with hearts in their notebook. But Remi Stringer has never been like most girls.

    I trust no one. I thrive with control and I’ve learned to be ruthless and coldhearted. A love life? I’m not interested.But I still have desires.That’s where Dahlia came in; my treasure. She had never been a submissive before and I was eager to train her.The dusting of sparkles on her dress barely hid her tempting curves. I wanted to see all of her. My d*ck was already hard at the thought of my hand leaving a bright red print across her lush ass.When I saw her on stage at the auction, dressed in gold, I knew I had to have her.She’s mine for an entire month. I own her. But one lie changed everything.She’s going to be punished for it. But I’m doing this for her own good. She needs this.I’m going to make this right. I’m going to heal her.If it’s the last thing I do. *Bought is a full-length standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    After all I've accomplished, coaching high school football should be easy...but when you've got a distraction in the form of a nerdy girl with curves, things can get complicated.She's a student, she's barely legal, and she's my best friend’s daughter. I didn't know what desire was until Megan. I had no idea obsession could drive someone insane, until I saw her. I wasn't prepared for the fact that once I laid eyes on Megan my life would really begin.I have to have her, no matter what the cost. I have to breed her and bind her to me so tightly she can't ever getaway. She'll be mine, even if I have to take her.Warning: this book is ridiculous, over the top, completely unbelievable, and pretty much just about breeding the heroine. If you're okay with that, welcome to my dirty, dirty book! Just remember, I warned you.

    Morris’s house twice a week to pay her tuition. The reclusive ex-soldier intimidates her, but she can’t help but feel sympathy for him. Then she walks in on him touching himself, and she has much darker, much more sensual feelings. And a beastly professor with scars he can’t hide… Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out. He’s reclusive and surly. Nowhere near good enough for the smart and beautiful young woman who cleans his house. He receives an offer to return to his alma mater as an associate professor. This is his chance to reenter the world--and to be worthy of the woman he dreams about. He never expected to see her sitting in his classroom on the first day of the semester. Author’s Note: This book was previously published as a serial in multiple parts, including Beauty Touched the Beast, Beneath the Beauty, and Broken Beauty. They’ve been collected into this volume and revised for new readers. BEAUTY AND THE PROFESSOR is the first book in A Modern Fairy Tale duet.