Love is the final test for this professor and his star student.
Nico Valentino My brothers are mobsters. Criminals. They rule their kingdoms with iron fists. I'm nothing like them. I'm an astrophysicist. A professor. My lecture hall is full of laughter. Until I set eyes on Norah Bishop. She needs my help, but I need her. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep her. Even if it means returning to the family I left. Norah Bishop All I've ever wanted was to be a scientist like my dad. But I stumbled into something I shouldn't have. Now, the biggest criminal in Chicago is coming for me. And the only person who can help me is his brother...my new professor. I don't want to drag Nico into this. But when he touches me, I lose all control. He's my professor. I think I want him to be my forever instead. Loving him comes with a price. But losing him will break me. If you enjoy over-the-top nerdy men, curvy heroines willing to risk it all, and forbidden student-teacher romance, you'll love Nico and Norah's sugary-sweet and extra steamy story! As always, Nichole Rose books come complete with a guaranteed HEA. Physical Science is part of the Love 101 series. Twelve of your favorite instalove authors are going to be giving lessons in love. Grab your Kindle and enroll in Love 101. Let’s Get Physics by Mila Crawford Human Biology by Lena Lucas Bad English by Evie Mitchell Fine Arts by Jenna Rose Oral Communication by Winter Travers Advanced Spanish by Mayra Statham Simple Math by Loni Ree Basic Chemistry by Harlow Layne Natural History by Margo Scott Physical Science by Nichole Rose Basic Business by Melissa Williams Intro to Anatomy by Lily Nicole 
Teaser:
"My mom used to tell me that scientists aren't created. They're born."
"Do you believe that?" I whisper. "I didn't." "What changed?" He's silent for a minute. "I met you," he says then. Oh. Wow. I'm not sure what to say to that or what it even means. But I know instinctively that he means it in the most flattering way possible. "My dad is a scientist," I say after a moment. "Roger Bishop." "You know him?" "I've met him a few times," he says. His voice rumbles at my back like a comforting song. "He's a good man. Hell of a scientist." "Yeah, he is," I say, smiling. My dad is amazing. "You want to be an astrophysicist like him, angel?" "No, I want to be a geophysicist," I say. "Ah, that explains it." "Explains what?" I shift against him, trying to get comfortable. He's a warm weight at my back, his arm around me somehow more comforting than a security blanket. "Why you know so much about magnetohydrodynamics," he growls, his arm tightening around me. "Stay still, Norah." "I can't help it. There's something poking me in the…" I trail off as realization dawns. It's his penis. Dick? Cock? Tallywhacker? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call it, and I'm not sure if they're normally that big, but good grief! He's massive. And hard. For me? Or simply because I'm a female and I'm in his bed? "Trust me," he grits out, "I'm well aware that it's poking you in the back. Why do you think I need you to stop wiggling?" "Oh," I whisper. And then I wiggle again. I can't help it! "Norah," he groans. "Is it always like that? I mean, obviously it's not always like that. That would probably be uncomfortable, not to mention impossible to hide. It feels rather…large. But is it always like that when you have women in your bed?" "It's been that way for the last six weeks," he mutters, grasping my hip to keep me still. "And I wouldn't know how he reacts to women in my bed since you're the first. But he's a little more discerning than you think, angel." Six weeks? Is he saying–? "Yes." "How did you know what I was thinking?" "Because I know you, beautiful girl. You think loudly." "You cannot hear my thoughts." I flip around so I'm facing him, which causes an entirely different problem with his…dick. It's now pressed right against the top of my mound. And oh my god. If I moved just a little bit, it would be right there. My breathing turns choppy as a wave of intense longing rips through me like a gale. "I don't have to hear them," he says, his voice soft. His breath washes across my face. We're so close together, I can smell the mint of his toothpaste. "You're an eager, curious little thing." "You're a virgin? There's no way you're a virgin. You're way too hot." "Norah," he growls. "It's true!" "I'm not a saint, but I've never slept with anyone." "Seriously?" I gape at him in the dark. My eyes have adjusted, and I can make out a little of his body. He's a thick shadow in the dark, the whites of his eyes obvious as he stares at me. "Why not?" "Because sex should mean something," he says. "Oh." I process that for a moment. "It would mean something with you." "Does that mean–?" "Yes," he says, sending my heart soaring. He's thought about having sex with me. The next words out of his mouth send my heart plummeting back to earth. "But we're not doing that." "Why not?" He's quiet for a minute and then he sighs. "Because you're exhausted and frightened and when we go there, I don't want to wonder if it's because you feel the same way or if it's because you're just looking for comfort." "Oh," I whisper. "Go to sleep, angel." We both fall quiet. My mind is spinning in dizzy circles, making sleep all but impossible. He's thought about sleeping with me. He wants it to mean something to me. "Nico?" "Yes, Norah?" "It would mean something to me," I whisper. 
The heat between this curvy model and an infamous photographer will melt the camera. But will it lead to forever?
Trinity Larsen I may own a modeling agency, but it's been a long time since I was in front of the camera. Until I was named one of Le CRV Magazine's Women of the Year. The infamous photographer, silver fox and certified grump, Sage Grimes, is in charge of the photoshoot. He makes me want to come alive for him...in more ways than one. He asked for one night. I agreed. But I think I made a mistake. The night hasn't even ended, and I'm already hooked. Sage Grimes A photographer's role is to capture his subjects. But we're not supposed to want to keep them for ourselves. Except that's exactly what I want to do with Trinity Larsen. I never expected to fall this hard and fast for that beautiful smile. Asking for one night was a mistake. Forever is where I should have started. Because she's leaving in the morning, and I'm not ready to let her go. Is it too late to change the rules of our agreement? When this curvy model decides to give it up to a growly older man, she falls hard and fast for his bossy ways. Will one steamy night be the start of forever? If you enjoy steamy-sweet short instalove reads, boss babes, and a little bit of risk, you'll love Trinity and Sage! Model Behavior is part of the Le CRV series. Le CRV isn’t just a magazine; it’s a way of life, and these five curvy women are going to show you what it’s all about. Whether they're whipping up batches of tasty chocolate treats or designing stellar, trend-setting outfits, they do it with style, grace, and killer curves. This August, meet Le CRV Magazine's Women of the Year and the men who love them. 
Excerpt from Model Behavior:
"Right there," Sage says. "Don't move, baby girl."
I freeze exactly where I am, holding the accidental pose. He keeps calling me that. I never imagined such a simple pet name could sound so sexy. But I love the way he says it. Hell, who am I kidding? I've known him for a matter of hours and there's nothing about him I don't like. He snaps several more photos and then lowers his camera. I stay in position, waiting for his cue that I'm free to move around. His eyes come to me, one corner of his lip lifting. "Vanna will love these," he says, holding out a hand to me. "Come here and look." I obediently cross the rooftop on bare feet to stand next to him. He wraps his hand around my wrist, tugging me closer to him. The heat of his body sears into me. He's burning hot, a veritable inferno. I catch myself swaying toward him and lock my knees to keep from pressing up against his body. He holds the camera up, allowing me to see the photos he just took. "Oh, wow," I whisper, staring at the small screen. The pool is at my feet with the city at my back. My expression is heated, my lips slightly parted. I look like I just had sex or want to have sex. I'm not sure. But the pictures are good. "I look…" "You look sexy as hell," Sage murmurs, turning his head to look at me. "Thank you," I whisper, my cheeks heating at the compliment. "What were you thinking about?" You thrusting between my lips. "N-nothing," I lie. "Nothing?" I shake my head. "Liar," he whispers, moving his face closer to me so Gabby can't hear what he says. "You whimpered right before I took this photo, Trinity." Oh my god. "I didn't," I gasp quietly. "You did." His warm breath hits my neck, his beard tickling my skin. "You were thinking naughty thoughts. Were they about me, sweet lamb?" "N…no." "Liar," he says again, his voice a gruff purr that liquefies my insides. "But that's all right. You'll tell me what you were thinking about before the day is over." 
Can this dirty boy convince his curvy girl that love is worth any risk?
Dante Behind my back, people call me rude. To my face, they call me a star. I never cared what anyone had to say. All that mattered to me was football and my family. The minute I saw Ella Morgan, everything changed. Now all I think about is that sweet smile. She thinks we're just a summer fling. She's wrong. There's nothing temporary about the way she makes me feel. One way or another, this curvy little goddess will be mine. Even if I have to play dirty to win her. Ella Last week, I destroyed my drug-dealing father's supply and skipped town. All I want to do is lay low until school starts. Except Dante Duncan refuses to leave me alone. He's the biggest, bossiest college football star I've ever seen. He says we're meant to be. I'm starting to believe he might be right. But I don't need the kind of attention he draws. I promised myself I wouldn't fall for him. Except I'm pretty sure it's already too late. How am I supposed to say goodbye at the end of the summer? If you enjoy steamy sweet romance, young love, and bossy men who know exactly what they want, you'll love Dante and Ella's dirty hot story! Dirty Boy is part of the Boys of Summer multi-author series. 
A little ball of sunshine just ignited this hitman's world.
Kieran "Ghost" Knight No one sees me, even when I'm standing right in front of them. Until I meet Savannah Greenway. She's a little ball of sunshine with the sweetest smile. She sees me even though she shouldn't. Even though it's dangerous for her. She thinks I'm a good guy. I'm not. My past is littered with bodies. When I think about the future though, all I see is her. I have no business claiming her. That won't stop me. I'll walk through hell if that's what it takes to make her mine. Savannah Greenway Kieran Knight appeared out of the dark like an avenging angel. He saved my life even though it cost him his job. He thinks I don't know who he is. He's wrong. I know he kills people for money. I know that should matter to me. It doesn't. My past is full of pain. When I think about the future, all I want is him. Maybe I shouldn't want him, but he was made for me. And I won't give up until he sees it too. If you enjoy growly hitmen, sassy heroines, and age-gap romance, you'll love Kieran and Savannah's sweet and steamy story! This June meet 22 heroes who are downright dangerous. These alphas do nothing half-way. They may have blood on their hands, but they have love in their hearts. Some romances were written in the stars — but these hitmen must fight heaven and earth for the women they love. 
 An Alternate Beginning"Justice?" Milan Cooper says, blinking her wide blue eyes at me from the kitchen doorway. She pushes her messy blonde hair away from her heart-shaped face, staring up at me. She's been sleeping. There's a pillow crease on her cheek and confusion in her eyes. She's soft and rumpled, the sweetest little princess I've ever met. She tugs on the hem of her long t-shirt as if to hide her thick thighs from me. There's no point. I memorized every dip and curve on her body long before I should have. Those pale thighs and hard little nipples taunt me every day, demanding I give in and let the devil take my soul. If I thought for a minute that I could be worthy of her, I'd do it without hesitation. Her expression clears as she processes the fact that I'm standing in front of her. She stands upright, her shoulders back and her jaw squared as if she's expecting a fight. Most people are afraid of me. Milan isn't most people. She pushes my buttons just because she can. She thinks she's a lion. I know better. She's an innocent little lamb, a harmless kitten. She may scratch and hiss and claw, but underneath all that attitude, she's soft, sweet, and delicate. She fights like hell to hide it, but I see it. I see her. She's a virginal little princess…and I'm the beast who jerks off to thoughts of her screaming for daddy to fuck her. My soul was black long before she was born. There aren't many crimes I haven't committed. My hands are stained with the blood of the men I've killed on my way to the top. My brother and his wife were among them, gunned down in vengeance because I'm a merciless, unforgiving bastard. I know what people say about me. They aren't wrong. I'm the monster other monsters fear. The one they wish they could become. I may have gone legit over a decade ago, but blood doesn't wash clean just because you don a thousand-dollar suit. Expensive fabric stains too. "I thought you were out of town," Milan says, her voice rough with sleep. I feel it in my guts, feel my dick reacting to her. "I was," I murmur, holding my beer out to her. I shouldn't. She's only nineteen. Just turned it half an hour ago, in fact. Her birthday is the only reason I came home. Spending time around Milan is…not wise. I see the way she looks at me. I know what she wants from me. My little princess needs a daddy. I wish like hell I could be that man. She's been my obsession since I first laid eyes on her. And she has no idea just how deep that obsession runs. The men who follow her. The cameras that watch her. The pictures I have of her. No, she doesn't know those things. She wouldn't be standing in my kitchen if she did. She takes the beer from me, her fingers brushing mine. My dick throbs. She squirms, pressing her thighs together. She tries to play it off, pretend I don't affect her. We both know she's full of shit. She wanted me long before it was right. Hell, it still isn't right. She may be nineteen, but I'm twice her age. She's my niece's best friend. There are a thousand reasons I can't have her. But watching her find happiness with someone else is going to destroy me. I have no illusions about that. "Ainsley will be happy to see you." "Didn't come to see Ainsley, princess." I shouldn't tell her that, but her prick of a father isn't coming home for her birthday. He's living it up on his yacht with whores and blow, neglecting his daughter like usual. The only reason I haven't killed the motherfucker is because I know it would break Milan's heart. She still loves him. She deserves to know someone showed up for her, even if it is just me. "Oh," she whispers, her expression softening. She takes a sip from my bottle, grimacing at the taste. I reach into my pocket, pull out the box hidden there. Her curious eyes meet mine. "This is for you." "You bought me a present?" I arch a brow. "Are you complaining, baby girl?" "No, I…" She quickly shakes her head. "No." I take the beer from her, dropping the box into her outstretched hands. She opens it slowly, peeling the pink paper off as if she wants to savor the experience. I want to kill her father all over again. Since the day Ainsley brought Milan home for the first time, she's been alone. She lives in a mansion with memories of the mom who died when she was a baby and the shell of the man her death left behind. Having her here is…inconvenient. But I'll swallow my own fucking tongue before I tell her that she can't stay here with Ainsley, or that Ainsley can't spend time at her house. It's the one place in this entire city where Ainsley's security guards aren't allowed to follow. I expect them to wait outside because the thought of any of them inside Milan's space pisses me off. When she's here, I spend most of my time elsewhere to avoid her. It's easier than dealing with the guilt I feel every fucking time she gets my dick hard. "Justice," she whispers when she finally gets the box open to reveal the locket nestled inside. "It's so beautiful." "Open it." She feels along the edge of the delicate two-tone heart until she finds the hidden release. "Justice," she whispers again, her voice shaking. She strokes a finger across the picture of her and her mom I had placed inside. "How did you-?" "Ainsley brought me a picture," I mutter. "I was going to ask how you knew I was missing my mom," she whispers. "Lucky guess," I lie. It's not luck. I know everything about her. God help us both, but I love every little thing about her. I don't tell her that though. I can't. Instead, I finish my beer before dropping the bottle into the trashcan. "Will you help me put it on?" she asks, holding the necklace out to me. I don't tell her no. Of course I don't. "Yeah, I'll put it on you." She smiles at me, lifting her mass of hair up and spinning to present her back to me. My hands shake as I slip the necklace around her neck. It takes four tries before I finally manage to clasp the delicate chain. All I can think about is pressing my lips to the curve of her neck. Would she melt into me? Moan for me? "Thank you," she says, though she doesn't move away from me. I can't resist leaning forward to touch my lips to her cheek. Her scent swirls around me, clouding my mind. Lust swirls through me, muting my conscience. Her skin is soft as silk, instantly addictive. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat; one I know I'll be hearing in my dreams for eternity. I want to be inside her when she makes that sound. Fuck. I take a step away from her and then another. It's the hardest thing I've ever done. But for her sake, it's the best thing I can do. Stay away from her. Pretend I'm not in love with her. Give her a chance to find someone who deserves her, someone who doesn't have blood on his hands and guilt in his heart. "Justice?" I hear the confusion in her voice. The question. "Happy birthday, Milan," I murmur…and then I flee like the fucking coward I am. About The Billionaire's Big Bold Wish This billionaire just broke every rule in the book.
Justice People say I'm cold. Autocratic. Merciless. They're half right. There's only one woman in the world who gets my blood heated...my niece's best friend, Milan. She's been taunting me for years, pushing every single one of my buttons just because she can. Now, it's my turn. She thinks she knows me. She has no idea how long I've been obsessing over her. I plan to show her just how merciless I can be. And I'm not backing down until this curvy little firecracker is mine. Milan People say I'm spoiled. A princess. Mouthy. They're half right. There's only one man in the world who makes me want to misbehave…my best friend's uncle, Justice. He makes me ache for things I don't understand. Dream about things I shouldn't. He thinks I'm afraid of him and his reputation. I'm not. I was born to be his princess. And I'm not giving up until he knows it too. Warning When this obsessed daddy sets out to win his sassy princess, he'll break every single one of his rules. If you enjoy curvy heroines, over-the-top billionaires, and age gap romance, you'll love Justice and Milan's story. This sweet, steamy romance from Nichole Rose comes complete with a sticky sweet and guaranteed HEA. |
About NicholeNichole Rose is a short romance author returning to life on the West Coast after a long stint in the Dirty South. Her books feature headstrong, curvy women and the alpha males who adore them. From grumpy detectives to country boys with attitude to instalove and over-the-top declarations, nothing is off-limits. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.
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