We are so please to introduce brand new author Mia Storm with her debut release, Getting Dirty.
Releasing on March 19th
Dirty
A poem by Blaire Leon
If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone
I love?
I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from
the dirt?
the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
When twenty-five-year-old graduate
assistant Caiden Brenner asked Blaire Leon
But it turns out Blaire
hasn't been totally honest. She's the seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her
high school class, taking courses at Sierra
State
Will Caiden get too deeply
into Blaire to back away before he finds out the truth? Or will their
connection be enough to seduce him into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?
"A thousand and one feels....Getting Dirty is a thrilling, tantalizing forbidden romance you do not want to miss! I not only devoured this book, it devoured me right back!"--Katy Evans, New York Times Bestselling author of REAL
“What year are you?” I don’t even realize I’ve said
it until it’s out of my mouth.
Her eyes flick from the book to mine. “A senior.”
I feel my eyebrows arch before I can stop them. “You
look younger.”
She bites her lips between her teeth for a moment.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Neither, I suppose.” But my insides burn, knowing
that she’s not as off-limits as I originally thought. It’s nearing the end of
January. Commencement will be here soon enough. She graduates and all bets are
off.
“So…” she says, twisting a finger into the ends of
her hair. “I know you like old, dead poets. How do you feel about hearing
something fresher?”
I lean toward her. “Such as?”
“I’m reading in a poetry slam tonight. It’s just
something over at Tino’s in Jonestown on the fourth Friday of every month.
There’s no prize money or anything, but I perform something new pretty much
every month.”
“A poetry slam…” I want to say yes in the worst way,
but it feels dangerously like a date.
She must read the hesitation in my eyes. “If it’s too
weird, no worries. I just thought, since you like poetry…”
She leaves the thought dangling. Like a noose. And I
jump right into it. “Yeah. Why not?”
The answer to that rhetorical question is that it’s
not May yet and she hasn’t graduated. I’m risking everything I’ve worked the
last three years toward. My entire future. But the voice of reason is being
drowned out by the raging waves of something rolling up from the deepest layers
of my being like an undertow. Something base and essential. And unrelenting.
“Do you want to meet me there?” she asks, standing
from her seat and giving me a better view of the entire exquisite length of
her.
“Yeah…that’s probably best.” Plausible deniability.
No, Dr. Duncan, I didn’t have any clue she’d be there. Just went to hear the
poetry.
“Great,” she says as she gathers her book and shoves
it in her bag. “It starts at nine. There are usually five or six poets and it’s
a random draw, so I don’t know what time I’ll be reading.”
I nod without standing, no longer able to tame my
erection. “I’ll be there at nine.”
“You know where Tino’s is?”
Electricity crackles under my skin. I’m really doing
this. “Yeah. I’ll find it.”
Mia Storm is a
hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s
forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share
those stories with her readers. She lives in California
and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of
black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite .
Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at
@MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor.
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