Learning to Fall

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 SPECIAL PRE-ORDER PRICE - $1.99 (regular price $3.99) * There are some lines that should never be crossed... ...and some desires that cannot be ignored. * Driven, meticulous, and a bit of a control freak, Imogen Finley is elated when her hard work and dedication culminates in a teaching position at Stonewall, a prestigious liberal arts college on the coast of Maine. Everything in her life is going exactly as she planned it… until she meets Daniel Logan. Charming, mysterious, and wickedly handsome, Daniel is not the kind of man Imogen ever planned on falling for, but after a chance meeting at a bar that’s exactly what she finds herself doing and he quickly becomes the one thing in her life she can’t control. The one thing in her life she doesn’t want to control. But as their passion escalates, so does the dangerous situation they find themselves in. Because Daniel isn’t just the man Imogen's falling in love with… he's also her student. Chapter Six Excerpt * "Let me buy you a drink. Anything you want.” “Surprise me,” I said, surprising myself. “You got it.” Daniel started to turn. Hesitated. “Oh, and Imogen?” “Yes?” “When we sleep together, it won’t be because you think it’s what you’re supposed to do.” If he’d hoped to stun me into speechlessness while simultaneously sending a spark of sheer lust shooting straight down into my loins, he’d succeeded. Completely. “It… it won’t?” “No.” This time his grin was arrogant and, I couldn’t help but think, just a bit wolfish. He braced his palms on the edge of the bar and leaned in so close I felt the warmth of his breath against my lips as he whispered, “When we sleep together it will because you can’t live another moment without feeling me inside of you.” “Oh," was the only syllable my frazzled brain could pull together. With a sly wink Daniel sauntered away, leaving me gawking after him like some sort of lovestruck teenager. If I thought I had found him attractive before… Hissing out a breath I flopped back in my chair and ran a flustered hand through my hair, mindlessly disheveling the curls Whitney had spent an hour creating. Good Lord. Hot as Hades? The man was hot as hell. And, heaven help me, I was looking forward to getting burned. *