Don't Get Me Wrong
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After ten long months away on a dig, archaeology professor Dr. Nick Sanders comes home to Brazen Bay surprised his house is still standing since he left his irresponsible younger brother in charge. Tired, dirty, and hungry, he collapses into bed sans pajamas only to wake up wrapped around a luscious, fuming woman. She says she's just the house-sitter and he pulled her into bed when she was trying to wake him up. He says he's just found his future wife.
She's off-limits—too young, too sweet, too innocent and a student at his university. But he's one naughty professor who doesn't care what the world says. She belongs with him.
Author Confession: This story goes back to my filthy, sweet roots readers have been asking for. Insta-love, a heaping dose of immediate OTT attraction, a wildly implausible (yet completely romantic) scenario, and enough alphamallow goodness to singe your eReader. Pick up this guilty indulgence about love so wrong it's right. You know it's got the tropes you love—older man/younger woman, bad professor, possessive hero, nerdy heroine, small-town romance, and what's a Brazen Bay book without a cameo from Stella?
