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Blurb:
I didn’t know she was my student the first time
I paid to watch her at Voyeur.
Once she walked into my classroom, another
smiling college freshman, I knew I should stop going. Stop watching.
But I couldn’t do it. Everything about her makes
me want more, and once I realize she wants me too, the temptation becomes
irresistible.
I just have to hope that once she finds out the
truth, she wants the same thing I do. Because now that I've seen all of her, I
can't look away.
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I can't wait to get my hands on this book!
This cover is incredible! I love the black and white image with the gold overlay, and if you missed it in the blurb above then let me fill you in--that's student and teacher in that shot!
Here is the full image of front and back covers:
That back cover is just as stunning (hot) as the front! The racy image just visible enough, with that incredible blurb in front of it, how could you not want to read this book?
Keep reading for an exclusive excerpt:
Slamming another drawer closed, I looked toward Dr. Pierce’s
office, hoping he had heard, and it annoyed him. I refused to think of him as
Callum. He’d made it clear this week that he was officially Dr. Pierce.
Abusing his power as my superior, if you asked me. It was the
second night he’d kept me later than necessary. The whole office was deserted
except for me and him. Every time we spoke, it was Miss Derringer with a
distant voice. Lacking all emotion. What the hell had changed from the heated
looks in class last week? Was he pissed that I’d refused to stay to talk to
him? That I’d called out on Friday?
I’d just needed time to process, the whole situation clouding my
mind. Then the entire time I’d worked at Voyeur over the weekend, I’d been
looking for him. Constantly waiting for him to walk through the door, come to
me and demand I take his request for another repeat. My heart had been erratic
every minute I was there, worried that he’d come, more worried that he
wouldn’t.
And he hadn’t.
Feeling that desire for him to come to me had cracked open a door
to clarity. I wanted him to. For the first time I had a solid feeling of want.
Not fear or indecisiveness but want. Want for him to walk
through the door and stare at me the same way he had in class.
But he never came and clocking out on Sunday night had
been depressing.
I hoped I’d have time to talk to him on Monday, that we would sit
and have our lunch and figure it out. But he’d shut his door and told me I
should go grab some lunch and be back in an hour. I’d stared at the wood
between us with my jaw hanging open. When he finally opened the door again, it
was to request I type up meeting notes.
“If you would, Miss. Derringer,” he’d said, gesturing to the
papers on the corner of the desk without even bothering to look up from his
work. As though those same fingers hadn’t been buried inside me, hadn’t made me
come.
That had been the beginning of the benign requests and menial
tasks.
Reorganize the beakers.
Rewash the beakers.
File these papers alphabetically. File these numerically.
Make these copies and organize the packets.
Go to the chemistry department and help them move the centrifuge
up to our floor.
I was waiting for him to ask me to get on the floor and spit-shine
his shoes. I ground my jaw at each request. I hadn’t hoped today would’ve been
any better after his completely ignoring my existence in class, but I hadn’t
expected him to keep me late. Again.
It made me want to regret having let anything happen between us,
but I didn’t. Not really. I missed the friendship we’d formed. I missed sharing
lunches with him and laughing over our easy banter. That was the most painful
part of all of this.
Even though staying late on a night I had off from Voyeur and
could catch up on homework was a close second.
I walked to his office and stared at his head bent over some
papers. I knew he knew I was there, but he refused to look up and acknowledge
me. Why bother?
“I’m done with everything, Dr. Pierce.” I made sure to
stress his name, so he had no doubt I felt his cold shoulder.
“Another thirty minutes and I’ll be ready to lock up. You can help
me,” he said, not even bothering to look up.
That was enough. It was after seven and even if we hadn’t shared
our experience, I wouldn’t stand for this disrespect. I was sick and tired of
him acting like an asshole. I had more than two months left with him, and I
wasn’t going to let him think he could walk all over me.
“You can’t keep me here.”
That got his attention. Finally, his head lifted, and he stared at
me with blank eyes.
“Excuse me, Miss Derringer?”
I scowled at the Miss Derringer. He saw and a small
flicker of something crossed his eyes. Too fast for me to see. I stomped, like
a child throwing a temper tantrum, further into the room and slammed the door.
No one was around, and the heavy wood banging shut made me feel better.
“I may only be a teenager and you’re my professor, but you can’t
take advantage of me like this.”
He laughed. Actually laughed. My eyebrows rose high on
my forehead. His head fell back, and mouth opened around the deep rumble
escaping into the room to taunt me. I took a deep breath and furrowed my brows.
His chest shook with the humor he couldn’t seem to contain.
“This is not fucking funny,” I growled.
Getting himself under control, his eyes were no longer blank when
he looked at me. The blue almost glowed in the dimly lit room. I took an
involuntary step back as his gaze raked over me, each inch of my body igniting
with his stare.
“Oaklyn, trust me when I tell you I see you as anything but a
teenager. Anything but than my student.”
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About the Author
Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home
mom with a degree in Biology and Chemistry. As much as she loved science she
decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls and
immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own.
Where You Can Find Me is Fiona's debut novel and will hopefully be the first of
many.
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