My stutter makes it easy to become the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, so I try hard to stay out of the spotlight. But when Addison Mitchell breezes into the class I TA for, she turns my world upside down, shaking me out of my comfort zone. Confident and bold, her wandering hands set my body on fire. She sees the real me, and she’s still interested. I’m completely out of my element, yet I’ve never felt more alive. Fingers crossed we're not a one-off fling. I have a lot to learn, but I’m willing to make this work. I’m going to give her more than a nerdgasm. I’m going to give her my heart.

    Not in the real world. Not here."After Arden Hart gets into a horrible collision with a drunk driver, her life comes to a standstill. Now, she’s a year behind her peers in graduating high school, college plans are on hold indefinitely, and nightmares of that horrifying night plague her every time she shuts her eyes. The only way she can cope with her past is by detaching from the present, so Arden makes it her mission to isolate herself.Everything changes when Henry Ames, the young, mysterious guy who saved her from the car wreck, unexpectedly becomes the new Creative Writing teacher at her high school. Much to Arden’s frustration, his presence is a constant reminder of the night she’s tried so hard to forget. When Henry is forced to help her with an assignment that confronts her buried emotions, she has no choice but to face her trauma head-on. What she doesn’t expect is the immediate connection she feels to Henry. As the two begin to develop an undeniable bond, Arden comes to a startling realization—the one person she cannot have is the only person she doesn’t want to push away.Though Henry is adamant that their relationship remains professional, neither can deny their growing feelings. When boundaries blur, emotions run high, and secrets from that terrible night emerge, Arden must decide if the fight for Henry’s heart is worth risking her own.*CRASH COURSE contains strong language, mature content, and dark themes.

    Due to mature material, it is recommended for ages 17+.What if the person who stole your heart wasn't who you thought they were? When my parents passed away, I grew up fast. Learning to stand on my own two feet has been a challenge, but I'm making it... my way. I make no apologies for the path I've chosen. My choices have served me well, but no one knows the real me. Except one man. He's a mystery to me. He's controlling, demanding, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. Anything he wants, I'll give it to him. The hours we share together aren't about love. It's just sex. Hot, dirty, passionate sex. It was never supposed to be anything more than that. Until everything changed. Now, I'm more confused than ever. The more I learn about him, the less I seem to understand. What I do know is that I'm falling, and I have the feeling when I land, it's going to hurt.

    Then she left me to raise my daughter on my own. I made through every obstacle in my path and still grew my businesses to what they are today. So when life throws me a curveball in the form of my daughter's best friend, I'm not ready. She's perfect. Everything a man could ask for but she's off-limits. She's forbidden fruit. Something I can't have. And yet one touch just isn't enough. I need more and I'm willing to put everything on the line for this girl regardless of the consequences.

     But it didn’t stop there. He wanted to teach me to do dirty things to him. He wanted to teach me how to take a spanking, how to take him in my mouth, how to stay quiet while I was bent over his desk. He was my professor, so of course I knew it was wrong. He had a reputation for breaking hearts and leaving destruction in his wake. But I couldn’t resist his demands, his blue eyes, his strong hands roaming my body. He was too brilliant, too sexy, too demanding. He was the reason I transferred to Noland, the reason I wanted to be a writer. And now he’s the reason I’m about to lose everything. He kisses me again and this time his tongue pushes past my lips, parting them. My body responds to his, and I’m suddenly pliant in his arms, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands move to my hair. He pulls back and looks at me, not asking permission but giving a half smile, like he knows he’s going to get what he wants. And then he’s kissing me again, our kiss becoming deeper and more passionate, my head spinning with the intensity of it. His hand travels across my back, and around my ribcage. When I feel his fingertips brush across the front of my sweater, I have to fight to hold in the way I want to react. “I can’t do this,” I say. “It’s not… I mean, I don’t…” “You can do anything,” he whispers. “Anything you want.” He kisses my neck. His lips are warm and I shiver. “Sometimes it feels good to be bad, Addison.”