PASSIONATE HISTORY - LIBBY WATERFORD

Hi Libby it’s lovely to meet you and congratulations on your new release PASSIONATE HISTORY.  I’m really pleased you have brought Professor Worthy *strokes the sleeve of his jacket*  with you. Pull up a chair, grab a coffee and please excuse me while I *sigh, takes another stroke of his arm* …ask, Aidan (I can call you Aidan can’t I?) some questions.

Aidan, it’s lovely to meet you.

Uh, thanks, Diane, it’s lovely to be here.

Can you tell me how you first felt when you met Bree?

Bree was a breath of fresh air – young, vibrant, and enthusiastic about learning about Italian Renaissance art—my speciality.

Was she one of your students?

Er, yes, she was in my class the last semester of her senior year. Then we lost touch for a while, but she found me again at her five-year reunion.

You must have young women *gulp, touches Aidan’s arm yet again* throwing themselves at you all the time. How do you deal with that on a professional basis?

Well, I don’t…I mean, I haven’t really noticed…most of my students are very professional, just as I strive to be. There’s an implicit trust between a teacher and a student and I have an ethical duty not to break that trust.

What inspired you to become a teacher?

I love sharing my knowledge with thirsty minds, and I learn something new from my students every day.

What was the very first thing that attracted you to Bree?

Her legs. No, her hair. No, her wit. Um. Can I just say she’s the complete package?

Describe your first kiss.

Well, that’s rather private. But I will say it was utterly unexpected and utterly thrilling.

Okay, take a few breaths to calm down, and then tell me what Bree looks like.

Bree is fresh as a spring lily and strong as steel. Her hair is a luscious auburn, like a bewitching fairy’s. Her legs are long and she likes to show them off by wearing tiny little sundresses. I love them. The sundresses, I mean. And her legs, too, of course.

How would she describe you?

Endearingly stuffy, I suppose.

Tell us about what you are wearing today.

Oh, the usual. Trousers. Blue button down shirt. Loafers. It’s quite hot and humid in Massachusetts at the moment, so I’ve left my tweed jacket at home.

What does she love about you the most?

I think Bree loves that on the outside I’m a dedicated, passionate teacher and lover of the arts, but she gets to see the side of me that I don’t show to anyone else – passionate about her, and passionate about making her feel amazing.

What makes her want to throttle you?

Ah, well, I’m not always sensible when it comes to mixing business and pleasure. We had quite a few kinks to work out in that department, but I think it call came out in the end.

Now I’ve got to get back to my Art History 101 lecture. 

Thank you for having me, Diane.

Passionate History

by Libby Waterford

A contemporary erotic romance novella

On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross seduces her favorite art history professor. She doesn’t expect buttoned-up Professor Worthy to give her the best sex of her life, or anticipate that leaving him to start her post-college life would be so difficult. Their unforgettable encounter haunts her, and five years later, she finds herself back on campus for her college reunion—with a specific goal in mind. How hard could it be to convince her ex-professor to write her a letter of recommendation for graduate school?

Straight-laced Professor Aidan Worthy has adhered to his carefully-aligned morals his entire teaching career…until Bree Ross walks into his classroom. Guilt plagues him for his one transgression because that one amazing night has been seared onto his brain. When she waltzes back into his life after five years of silence, he’s not thrilled. But he can’t deny the illicit spark they once shared has not disappeared, and he worries he won’t be able to resist temptation a second time.

Over the course of the tumultuous reunion and commencement weekend at Weston University, rain, relatives, and rental cars force the two to confront their sizzling desire and burgeoning feelings. Is their passionate history enough to keep them together, or will it drive them apart?

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Short blurb:                                                                                                                               

On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross crosses a blurry line and seduces her favorite professor. Aidan Worthy has never been able to erase the guilt, or the erotic memories, from his one night with Bree. After five years, neither of them is thrilled to find their paths intersecting again, but they can’t deny the illicit spark between them lives on.

About the Author:

Libby Waterford writes steamy contemporary romances. She lives in Los Angeles with her family and works off her weekly pilgrimage to In-N-Out by swimming and climbing the city’s hidden staircases.

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Enjoy the following excerpt for Passionate History:

“Can I be of some assistance?” he asked, his voice mild. She jerked up at his words.

“Professor—Aidan,” she said, sounding embarrassed.

Good. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to find my rental car. I think I parked it somewhere around here, and I can’t exactly remember what it looks like.”

“Can’t you click the remote key? If it’s nearby the lights will go off when you unlock it.” There, his brain had produced a sensible suggestion, even as it occupied itself with cataloguing her scent, the tired smudges under her eyes, and the curve of her hips outlined by a flowy skirt.

“I would, except the only car left on the lot was some micro-budget sedan. I can’t remember the model.” She held her key out to him. “No remote entry.”

“Can you call the rental car company?”

“I tried. They’re closed.”

Aidan stood in the street, staring at her. Bree Ross. Former student. Former lover. It was unbelievably frustrating how much he still desired her. But perhaps this was the universe telling him he had a second chance to be a gentleman.

“Well, you can’t go around looking in every car on campus. You’ll get arrested. Come on, I can give you a ride.”

“Oh, no, thanks. I can walk.”

“It’s pitch black and about to rain. I’m not letting you walk anywhere alone tonight.”

“I can go to the green, to the dance. I can catch a ride with a friend.”

“Then I’ll walk you to the dance.”

“That’s all right—”

“Bree.” His voice was a warning. “Don’t be an idiot. Let me help you.”