Worth Waiting For

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A gay professor at a Southern, small-town conservative college must choose between his career and a chance at true love in this steamy romance.

Growing up in the Bible Belt, Paul Dunham learned from a young age to hide his sexuality. Now he's teaching psychology at a conservative college in Georgia—and still hiding who he really is. If Paul hopes to get tenure, he needs to keep his desires on the down-low. But when an old college crush shows up on campus—looking more gorgeous than ever—Paul's long-suppressed urges are just too big for one little closet to hold . . .

Brandon Mercer has come a long way since his freshman year fumblings with Paul. Now he's confident, accomplished, proudly out—and the sexiest IT consultant Paul's ever seen. When Brandon asks Paul to grab some coffee and catch up, it leads to a steamy reunion that puts their first night of passion to shame. But when Paul's longtime crush turns into a full-time romance, he receives an anonymous email threatening to expose their secret to the world. If Paul stays with Brandon, his teaching career is over. Yet if he caves under pressure, he risks losing the one true love he's been waiting for . . .

Praise for Worth Waiting For

“Qualls provides a sweet romance with some spice while tackling issues such as coming out as an adult, family relationships, and religious acceptance or denial of LGBTQ lifestyles.” —Library Journal



“A sexy new voice, full of promise. These heroes stole my heart!” —Annabeth Albert



“Sexy, fun and well written . . . the perfect book for a cozy night at home reading. I can't wait to see what Ms. Qualls has in store for us next.” —J.L. Langley, bestselling author of The Tin Star



“A charming, sexy, and beautifully crafted tale that tugs at the heartstrings. Can't wait to read more from this talented autho

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Wendy Qualls was a small-town librarian until she finished reading everything her library had to offer. At that point, she put her expensive and totally unrelated college degree to use by writing smutty romance novels and wasting time on the internet. She lives in Northern Alabama with her husband, two daughters, two dogs, and a seasonally fluctuating swarm of unwanted ladybugs. She’s a member of both the Romance Writers of America and way too many online writers’ forums. Wendy can be found at www.wendyqualls.com and on Twitter as @wendyqualls.

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