Against the Rules is live!

•𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯

•𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵/𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳

•𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱

When my brothers all but force me to go out with them the weekend before the school year begins, I don’t expect anything more than a few drinks and some laughs. What happens is better than I could’ve hoped for.⁣
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I meet a strikingly beautiful woman who’s new in town. Our night starts with us laughing and drinking in the bar, moves to my bed, and ends with her disappearing into the night without any exchange of information.⁣
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Monday morning, she walks into my calculus class and knocks the breath from my lungs.⁣
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My one-night stand is now my student.⁣
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Never one to cross the line and always one to play by the rules, I make sure to tell her nothing more can happen. But as time goes on, I start wanting to erase the line and throw the rule book out the window. Because even though it’s against the rules to be with her, I feel like, with Nova, I can find happiness again. But she deserves more than becoming my dirty little secret.⁣

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⁣What they’re saying:

This book was AMAZING!!! One of the best student/teacher, age gap romances I have read in a long time. If these tropes are your cup of tea, then you really need to read this book!!

Isabel sure knows how to write a steamy story to capture your attention and make you not want to sleep or work the next morning!

 I knew it was a professor/student romance but OMG guys, this book is literally the age gap/professor-student/forbidden romance of my dreams.

This is one amazing book. The characters will have you begging for more and the authors fantastic writing style will have you forgetting this is a novel and not real life. 

WARNING – WARNING – WARNING
HOT AF EXCERPT BELOW. EXPLICIT LANGUAGE.

NOVA

He sighs then turns and looks at me. “I wish things were different.”

I chew on my lip and look up at him with hooded eyes. “If they were, what would happen?”

He groans. “Oh, Nova. You have no idea.”

ELIJAH

Her chest rises with a deep breath. “Tell me.”

Nova’s dress has ridden up high on her thighs, showing off her flawless golden-brown skin, and I think about what’s hiding between those luscious thighs. It’s a risky game even talking about what I want to do, but it’s not doing it. That’s what I tell myself.

“I’d want to take my time with you, unlike last time. I would taste every inch of your body—those thighs, your hips, stomach, breasts, neck.” I eye each spot as I name them, and her breathing becomes ragged. “Then I’d flip you over and work my way back down.”

Her shiver is visible in the darkened car, and her moan audible over the music playing low over the speakers.I watch as she squeezes her thighs together, closing her eyes briefly. When they flicker open, she stares straight at me and says, “Keep going.”

It’s a husky whisper. A demand I want to meet.“I’d bury my face between your thighs and lap up every drop of your arousal. I’d fuck your tight cunt with my tongue and then gently lick circles around your clit until I brought you to orgasm. And then I’d lick you clean.”

Her eyes widen in surprise at the vulgar language, but the wanton moan she releases lets me know she loves it. My cock comes to life as her hand drops slowly to her thigh and moves under the hem of her dress.Good God.Against my better judgement, I keep going. I can’t help myself.