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About This Book
Cassandra Woods is in trouble. Now that her ex Dr. Chance Crawford is back in town, holding onto her anger over his betrayal is becoming increasingly difficult; and keeping her hands to herself is impossible.
Even though sparks fly whenever they're near, Chance wants more than her body...he wants her forgiveness. Can Cassandra truly forgive him for what he did or are the sins of the past impossible to overcome?
The Teacher is part two of the His Dark Lessons series.
Excerpt from The Teacher:
"I'm going to kiss you," he said, every word crashing into me. "And then I'm going to lay you across my bed-" He paused as his finger grazed the plump curve of my lips. "-and I'm going to do things to your body that make you scream my name."
Our lips collided as he claimed me, leaving me breathless. I felt nothing but the warmth of his touch as we went to his bedroom and saw nothing but the amber glow of the candle against his fiercely handsome features. There was no talking, only a flurry of my hands and his hands removing my jeans. We kissed again, our tongues dancing wildly around each other. When he pulled back, he gave gave me a look so savage, so vulnerable that I imprinted it on my mind, never wanting to forget this moment.
"This," he whispered, cupping my breast. Tugging at the peak. "Only this."
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Length: 15,400 words.
Even though sparks fly whenever they're near, Chance wants more than her body...he wants her forgiveness. Can Cassandra truly forgive him for what he did or are the sins of the past impossible to overcome?
The Teacher is part two of the His Dark Lessons series.
Excerpt from The Teacher:
"I'm going to kiss you," he said, every word crashing into me. "And then I'm going to lay you across my bed-" He paused as his finger grazed the plump curve of my lips. "-and I'm going to do things to your body that make you scream my name."
Our lips collided as he claimed me, leaving me breathless. I felt nothing but the warmth of his touch as we went to his bedroom and saw nothing but the amber glow of the candle against his fiercely handsome features. There was no talking, only a flurry of my hands and his hands removing my jeans. We kissed again, our tongues dancing wildly around each other. When he pulled back, he gave gave me a look so savage, so vulnerable that I imprinted it on my mind, never wanting to forget this moment.
"This," he whispered, cupping my breast. Tugging at the peak. "Only this."
****
Length: 15,400 words.