Professor Garrett Hanlon -
Fantasies about him have consumed me since the first day of class. The fact that he’s my professor doesn’t seem to matter at all. There’s something between us, an attraction so powerful, so intense, that I can’t seem to keep my distance, even though I know I should…even though I know, he wants so much more from me than I’m willing to give. Is being with him worth ruining my entire academic future?
Jeff Walsh -
We have a “friends with benefits” relationship, and it’s been working well for us…until now. He’s the quarterback of the university’s football team, and we’ve known each other since the first day of sophomore year. We have a lot of fun together, but is it fair for us to continue this way when all I can think about is Professor Hanlon and the way he sets my body on fire with a simple touch?
I feel as though I’m on the verge of something special, something amazing, something that comes along once in a lifetime. If I could only find the courage to choose….but what if I take the chance, make the choice, and it brings me nothing but heartache?
Is falling in love really worth risking it all?
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First time author Dawn Stanton, writes women's fiction with a romantic and risqué edge. With her debut novel Waiting for Us, she fulfilled a life-long dream of becoming a published author.
Stanton, a life-long resident of the east coast, makes her home in New England with her husband, Amazon bestselling author Daniel Stanton, and their two sons. Look for the next book in the Waiting series, Waiting for Love, in January of 2016. Dawn and Daniel are planning to work together on a collaboration sometime in the near future.
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“Good morning Miss Tyler.” I jump a bit from the unexpected voice whispering huskily in my ear. It may only be the second week of class, but already I recognize that voice and it belongs to Professor Hanlon. Shit. I stiffly shift my stance and pivot to face him, my back poker straight. His eyes slowly skate over my form, lingering on my chest, before raising back up to meet my stare. As our eyes connect I swear the hair on my arms stands on end and I’m fighting the insane urge I have to kiss his delectable lips. He leans forward, moving slowly toward my mouth and just as it seems like our lips will connect he shifts to the side. His lips make contact with the lobe of my ear as he whispers.
“It’s your turn now.”
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