Release Date: Dark Contemporary Romance
Her. Him. Alone. Beach house. Every Wednesday. Clothing optional.
Twenty-one-year-old Aria Prince has just moved back to her hometown to start over after a painful divorce. She’s always prided herself on being an early bloomer, but had no idea she’d be married, divorced, and the mother of a toddler by twenty-one. Surely menopause was just a few months away, especially considering the hot flashes and night sweats. Or was that just exhaustion?
Unlike her friends who were at school, going to parties, and sowing their oats—wild and otherwise—Aria’s days were measured in the number of orders she took at her family’s restaurant, the chapters she read in her nursing text, the amount of Cheerios she cleaned up off the floor, and the wet kisses she received from her son.
And that was just fine with her.
But when she began running into her former best-friend Tristan Green—who was home taking care of his sick father—at every turn, she remembered what it felt like to be just Aria. Not a single mother, or sleep-deprived nursing student, or royal screw up. And though she didn’t even have time to shave her legs, let alone consider a sex life, Tristan makes an offer she’d be a fool to refuse.
Each day they’d give themselves to those who needed them. Every day – except Wednesday. Wednesday they’d take what they needed from each other.
Did she forget to mention Tristan was gorgeous?
Or that they hated each other?
Well, you know what they say about the line between love and hate … it’s a skinny-ass bitch. The question was, could they keep their feelings out of it?
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“It just looks bad,” she says.” I go back to school and start fucking a professor? That’s lovely.”
“First of all, I’m adjunct faculty. Second, our arrangement is a secret.”
“I don’t care, Tris. It just feels sleazy.”
“It’d only be sleazy if I was asking to see your panties in return for a good grade.”
She tips her head to look up at me. Her lids are hooded and her breathing becomes labored.
Fuck me. She likes role play.
“Is that what you’re asking?” she says, her voice rough. Damn, she needs this.
“Maybe it is.” I go with it. “Let’s have a look, shall we?”
I sit next to her at the table… waiting.
She angles her body toward me and slowly inches up her skirt.
“I shouldn’t do this,” she says.
“If you want a good grade, you should,” I tell her. “It’s okay. Nobody has to know.”
Clare James is the author of steamy contemporary romance and new adult novels: BEFORE YOU GO, MORE, DIRTY LITTLE LIES, TALK TO ME, and JUST LISTEN.She’s also a former dancer, and still loves to get her groove on—mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine.
A fan of spunky women, gorgeous guys, and super-hot romance, Clare spends most of her time lost in books. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men—her husband and young son—and loves to hear from her fans.
Ooh, role play? Very steamy!! I like!