Teaching Willow is my new favorite serial. Actually, it’s the first serial I’ve read, but it’s still my favorite! I can not even begin to tell you how excited I get when new installments are released.
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Series: Teaching Willow: Session 2
Author: Paige James
Publication Date: April 8, 2014
Hosted by: Wordsmith Publicity
Infatuated. That’s how it began.
Desperate. That’s when it escalated.
Addicted. That’s what I’ve become.
Just when I think that I’ve discovered the one thing I wouldn’t do for Ebon, the one extreme to which I would not go, I find myself exceeding it. Looking back with regret, looking forward with dread, and living the now like it’s all I’ve got.
Because it is.
It’s pure bliss. It’s unimaginable hell. It’s all I know, all I want to know. A runaway train that I can’t stop, one that I don’t really want to.
But disaster is coming. It will turn sweet into bitter, deception into devastation. Perfection into wreckage.
Ruin. That’s what’s coming.
“Did I tell you that you look especially beautiful tonight?”
“No,” she whispers, still not breathing very deeply.
“Well you do. You look amazing with all that skin showing. Smooth, silky skin. And long legs. Legs that were made for two things. Short, short skirts and…” I trail off purposely, waiting for Sage to turn and meet my eyes.
“And?” she prompts when she turns to face me.
“And winding around my waist.” I set my wine glass on the table and drop my hand onto Sage’s thigh. I feel her muscle tense beneath the warm expanse of skin. Her eyes are still on mine, the pupils so large I wouldn’t be able to tell the color of her irises if I didn’t already know. “I wish you’d worn a skirt tonight. But I’m not sure I could stand the temptation,” I admit, letting my fingertips glide along the hem of her short shorts. I can feel the heat coming off her when I dip my hand down between her thighs.
“But we’re in public,” she points out in a winded voice.
“Are you saying that you would object if I touched you in public?” I ask, rubbing my fingers over the seam of her shorts where it meets between her thighs. She spreads her legs the tiniest bit, silent consent to continue.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t wear a skirt, isn’t it?”
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My name is Paige James. I’m a fairly shy bookworm and lover of all things romantic and steamy. I’m a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a drinker of wine, an animal advocate (even the ones that look like rodents) and a spinner of tales. Thank you for taking a chance on my work. You’re making this working girl’s dream come true.