Title: Study Me: A Sex Me Novella
Author: Logan Chance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 9, 2017
Work, Study, eat, and repeat. For the life of a pre-med student Marley has her work cut out for her.
To make matters worse, her professor Houston Dale is one of the hardest teachers around. His sole purpose is to make each student suffer.
When Marley is asked to be his assistant for the semester forbidden sparks will fly between them.
Houston Dale hates teaching Anatomy. With a secret past he won’t let anyone get too close.
But, when his assistant lives across an alleyway and he can see all the naughty things she does in her bedroom at night, Houston can’t contain himself.
Forced to choose between his past and present, will Houston be able to be strong enough to withstand the temptation of his student?
This is a forbidden Professor/Student affair. Get ready as Houston and Marley heat up the pages and your hearts.
"Are you saying it was my fault?” This corner was a bad idea, because now he’s pressed against me, his tall body encompassing the small space. His dark eyes bore into mine. “Yes,” he says, matter of factly. He’s refusing to whisper. What part of library does he not understand? “Shhh.” I peek around him and the aisle is still clear. His arms cage me in, and he eliminates every inch of space between us. “Do not shush me again, Miss Murphy," he dips his face down, close to mine, "unless you want a repeat of earlier.” Well, I do want a repeat, but it’s probably a very bad idea. He leans close to my ear, brushing the hair away with his nose. “You want me to whisper, Miss Murphy? How’s this?” Goosebumps break out along my skin from the sensuous feel of his lips against the shell of my ear. This is so bad. So bad. Anyone could come around this corner and find us. And how did we get to this point? My fingers grip the edge of his pockets when he whispers again, “Do it once more and you’ll feel the sting of my hand on your ass, again.” A soft “shhh" escapes me before I can stop it. His teeth clamp down on my earlobe. “Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “You probably shouldn’t have done that.”