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"Oh yes, Keller speaks very highly of you, Adams. We expect great things from you." I smiled politely. "Thank you, Senator Rothmiller. Have I introduced you to my fiancée?" I reached for Tanya's hand. She looked stunning tonight. The black gown hugged her figure perfectly, silver accents catching the light whenever she moved. A perfect complement to my own attire. Nova never understood this. This was what being the wife of a successful man looked like. Networking. Socializing. Building relationships. Business associates admired wives who enhanced their husband's image not overshadowed them. Women who could effortlessly navigate social circles and leave a lasting impression. Not women who hid

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

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I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

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“She is wearing Antoni Carassi’s 20-carat blue diamond necklace. There are only two of them in the world. The price starts at five million pounds. Who wants to make the first bid?” Men began lifting their slogans. I was afraid. What if they don’t like me? I don’t want to embarrass myself. I have to go. “Going once! Going twice!” Dominic shouted. “Twelve million!” someone yelled. “Sold!” Dominic shouted. “To Mr. Harry Bryant of CG Technologies. Step up here and claim your prize, sir.” A young bachelor went onto the stage and took Fiona with him. She’s blushing and giggling like a teenager. “The next lady is Julianne Taylor…”

What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

It didn't take much thinking. “Yeah, I want to write contemporary romance,” He said. Iori was surprised, to say the least, she had expected it to be Erotica or something like that. After all, it’s known for male writers to be good at writing that genre from time to time. But contemporary romance was a whole other thing. “What made you choose it?” Iori asked in wonder, “I just read a few of those and thought to myself, aa~ah I can really do a better job writing one of these… And since then, the idea had been stuck into my head.” He explained and Iori shook her head hopelessly,

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.