Chance has spent half his life travelling the world. Natalie has spent her whole life being the perfect daughter and the perfect student. When a twist of fate brings them together, both Natalie and Chance must choose what is more important to them – the siren-call of a passionate and forbidden romance or the security and success of their individual yet decidedly separate paths. Is it possible for love to go from forbidden to eternal? Is it possible for true love to transcend all? Or does true love mean sacrifice. Is it the courage to say goodbye when all you want to do is stay?

Maddie is distracted by his hot professor. What can he do to avoid failing the class?

Professor Jake Richter’s Rules for hookups: 1. Never date a student. 2. Never use my real name. 3. Never stay the night. After a hot, one night stand with Paige, I’m breaking all my rules. And now—as she sits in my lecture hall—I’m completely distracted by the memories of her writhing beneath me, moaning my name. This is going to be one hell of a long semester. Paige Flores’ rules for school: 1. Complete my degree in record time. 2. Don’t get distracted by anyone or anything. 3. Above all else, do not end up knocked up and alone—like my mother did. Finally giving up my V-card to the funny, hot, one night stand I met at the club last week was the best time I've ever had. But I have goals and dreams in my sights. The last thing I need is to be sidetracked by a hot guy. And now—as he stands at the front of the lecture hall as the professor for a class I'll do anything to pass—Professor Jake Richter has me breaking all my rules. PROFESSOR RICHTER’S RULES is a student/teacher romance, and the second book in the LEARNING TO LOVE SERIES. The first book in the series is Mr. Marshall's Method.

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M

They say good things come to those who wait. Bullsh*%! My whole life has been about waiting. Playing it safe. Be the good girl, don't color outside the lines. Put in the hard work trying to prove myself to Dad, then to my college professors, then to my boss at New World Media. Just waiting for the day when it will all pay off. And right when it was all starting to--I finally had the house, the job, I was even thinking about getting a cat--boom!--my life explodes and suddenly now I'm here and-- "All done," the doctor interrupts my thoughts, pulling off her gloves with a loud snap. Even from the bed where I'm lying, my legs spread like the Thanksgiving turkey, I can hear the impatient growl of the man standing in the doorway. If you can even call him a man. More like a beast out of a friggin' fairytale. "Well?" Her pronouncement echoes throughout the room while the speculum is still inside me. "She's a virgin."

From the author of the award-winning GraceLand comes a searing, dazzlingly written novel of a tarnished City of Angels Praised as “singular” (The Philadelphia Inquirer) and “extraordinary” (The New York Times Book Review), GraceLand stunned critics and instantly established Chris Abani as an exciting new voice in fiction. In his second novel, set against the uncompromising landscape of East L.A., Abani follows a struggling artist named Black, whose life and friendships reveal a world far removed from the mainstream. Through Black’s journey of self- discovery, Abani raises essential questions about poverty, religion, and ethnicity in America today. The Virgin of Flames, a marvelous and gritty novel filled with indelible images and unforgettable characters, confirms Chris Abani as an immensely talented writer.

After living 14 years with a Stone-Age tribe in the wilds of New Guinea following the crash of his plane, Peter Havistock returns, writes a bestselling book, and embarks on a college tour. Leslie had never seen a doctor of anthropology act the way he does. Peter then goes on a national talk show and announces he's a virgin and looking for a wife--with his eyes set on Leslie. She soon decides there's a first time for everything. Copyright © Libri GmbH. All rights reserved.

Parker, I never meant for any of this to happen, to fall for you. It doesn't matter that we're both adults, or how much we want this to work. The college policy is clear. I can't see a way around this without one of us getting hurt. If I would've known who you were when we met online, I would have never pursued a relationship. I'm new to all of this, and besides my daughter, getting to know you has been the best thing to ever happen to me. But I can't make you hide again. I won't. It's not fair to either of us. Deepest regrets, Donovan **** Dear Mr. Brody, You're right, we are adults. I'm twenty-four years old, and I think I can decide for myself what's best for me. If this is about you losing your job, I'll walk away. But if this is you trying to protect me, then you're an idiot. I want you. I care about you. My past isn't an issue. What we're doing... it isn't the same thing. If we have to hide, so be it. I'm not ready to let you go. Your Lost Boy, Parker Dear Mr. Brody is a 93,000-word interconnected standalone, contemporary, MM slow burn romance that is light on angst and features, dating app shenanigans, student/professor fraternization, single dad swoonery, waffles, "Peter Pan" references, and a fish named Tony. TW: Brief mention of a past assault on page without graphic detail.

From Bestselling Author Mickey Miller, a small town romantic comedy that will light your kindle on fire.Rose:I'm studying to be a sex therapist, and I haven't even had sex yet. Which is why I decide that Professor Hanks is going to be the one to take my virginity.I want Professor Hanks to be my dom.Hung Hanks. That's what they call him. All the students know Professor Hanks' reputation since he grew up in Blackwell.Small town high school football star turned Harvard Ph.D. Only in town to care for his dying mother. Too good for 'local' girls.I've done my research, and he's the perfect candidate for what I want. Hot, smart, dominant.Did I mention hung?Cole Hanks:Sixty Days. That's all she wants from me.Not even a full semester.Rose Allison wants me to be her dom for two months, and then she's done with me. She wants me to show her how to be the perfect little submissive and then move on.But the thing is, sixty days isn't nearly enough for me. Once I get started, I have to finish her.There's just one big problem.She's a student. I'm her professor. Our romance isn't exactly in line with school policy.Sure, you've heard of student teacher romances before.Except this one has an ending no one saw coming.Not even me.**Professor with Benefits is a 60,000+ Standalone novel with an HEA. It gets down and dirty so enjoy!**