Pleasuring the Professor
Author: Angela Claire
Publisher: Totally Bound
Published: May 8, 2018
Source: Publisher
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Clarie doesn’t have to sleep with Liam for a grade. But, hot professor, remote cabin… Suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Liam Conner was once a literary darling, but now he’s just trying to drink himself to death in the seclusion of his mountain cabin. Not much interested in sex after the accident that killed his wife and ended his career, his libido kicks into full gear when a beautiful blonde shows up in the middle of a snowstorm.
Grad student Clarie Lewis is out to nab an interview with the reclusive subject of her thesis. When Liam throws political correctness to the wind and offers to give her an interview if she’ll sleep with him, he’s not sure whether he’s trying to drive her back out into the snow or if he really just wants to sleep with her. Both, probably.
Clarie doesn’t have to sleep with Liam, or anybody else, for a grade. But suddenly she finds herself alone in a remote cabin with a man whose prose she’s been analyzing and appreciating for as long as she can remember. The fact that he’s as gorgeous as sin in person doesn’t hurt, either.
Suddenly, it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Reader Advisory: This book contains some scenes of bondage, and one scene of dubious consent.
Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Totally Bound Publishing.
For a short novella, Pleasuring the Professor packed quite the emotional punch. I knew it was going to sexy, what I wasn't prepared for was the emotional connection between Claire and Liam. I friggin' loved it. Loved the author's writing. Adored the characters. Yeah, Liam acts like a jerk for most of the novella, but it was justified. The sex was insanely hot. I just wished it was longer. I would have loved to spend more time with them. However, the epilogue did satisfy my craving to know what happens after they left the comfort of the secluded cabin.
If you want something quick and sexy that packs an emotional punch, then you need to read Pleasuring the Professor.
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“I own this space. The warmth of that fire.” He gestured to the howling clatter beyond the cabin window then pointed a gloved hand toward his chest. “The protection from that wind. Mine.”
She shivered as he pulled his gloves off and threw them onto a nearby chair.
“If you want to share any of it, you’ll have to make it worth my while. What do you have to bargain with?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Bargain with? Of all the insulting—”
Mid-indignant exclamation, it dawned on her that she was alone with this, this mountain man, in the middle of a monumental snowstorm. Forget about no protection from the elements. She had no protection from him.
And he’d suddenly started talking about what she had to bargain with? Every Lifetime movie she’d ever seen flashed through her brain. Winsome young graduate student—well, soaking wet, freezing young graduate student anyway—finds herself in remote, middle-of-nowhere rustic abode in the arctic woods, with a hovering, lurking, overpowering nutcase. Male, it goes without saying.
What the hell was I thinking wandering into a strange cabin like this?
She eyed the poker for the fire, trying to calculate whether she could reach it before he reached her. Since actual odds had never really stopped Clarie from doing anything, she lunged toward the fireplace, intent on the poker, and did not even register at first as to why she didn’t reach her goal. The mountain man had moved so quickly that the poker was out of reach—flung across the room, in fact—before she could even think of grasping it, and his fingers were wrapped, tightly, around her wrists, which he held apart. He stared down at her.
Although most of his face was covered by the sides of the fur hood, she saw from the apparently proprietary firelight that his eyes were a deep green. Forest-green. Hunter-green. And they bore down on her with an expression that she had never had any trouble recognizing from the time she had been seventeen or thereabouts.
Her world had been falling apart then, crashing down on her, and she had felt so broken that she thought she’d never notice anything around her again. Not the peeling smoke-singed wallpaper in the hallway of the first flat they’d taken her to. Not the springs scraping her backside when she’d sat on the dirty couch after the social worker had left. Not even the names of those first foster parents. But that night she had noticed something instinctively, self-protectively, as soon as she’d seen it. She’d noticed the look in the eyes of the man who, blasphemously, had asked her to call him ‘Daddy’. She’d recognized the look for what it was as the balding, rough-whiskered stranger had stared down at her, ignoring her teary eyes and focusing on her burgeoning cleavage. It had been glassy, primal. Dangerous. The look of a man who’d been about to let something out. Something he didn’t show the rest of the world. She’d sprung up from the dented couch, sprinted out of the flat and caught up to the social worker before he’d even started his car.
She had lived in a facility after that, safer in a crowd. And though she had run into predatory lust here and there before she’d managed to escape to college, she knew how to protect herself from it—scream her bloody head off.
But there’s no one around here in the woods to hear me if I do.
Okay, now she was really scared.
The mountain man stared down at her, a smile forming. She noticed that he had very straight, very white teeth. Dental care had apparently made its way up to the Smokies.
“Believe me, I’m not that hard up.” He dropped her wrists and turned away.
As a teen, Angela Claire worked in a graveyard, mowing lawns. She thought it was the worst job she'd ever have. Unfortunately, she went on to practice law. Once free of that horror, she turned to writing and has published over 20 books. Her stories always include a sassy heroine because she doesn't know any other way to write them and a hero who's to die for. When she isn't writing, she'd rather be.
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