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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Carly Phillips comes a new story in her Sexy series…
Learning curves have never been so off-limits.
Professor Shane Warden is on the verge of getting tenure. He never thought he’d see the day, after a false accusation from a student years ago that nearly destroyed his career, and decimated his ability to trust. But the moment he walks into class and lays eyes on the seductive blonde with legs that go on forever and lips he immediately wants to kiss, he knows he’s in trouble.
This time for real.
Single mom Amber Davis is finally living her dream of going back to college. In the ten years since she dropped out to have a baby–and recover from his father’s death–it’s been the goal that always felt just out of reach. Until now. But one look at her hot, sexy professor, and Amber is head over heels in lust. It doesn’t take long before their attraction blazes out of control.
Neither of them can afford a forbidden affair.
It will only take one hint of a rumor to destroy everything they’ve worked so hard to achieve… and in this case the rumors are true.
**For fans of Carly’s Sexy Series, Sexy Love is book four in that series.**
**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**
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One Thousand and One Dark Nights
Once upon a time, in the future…
I was a student fascinated with stories and learning.
I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and
the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast
library at my father’s home and collected thousands
of volumes of fantastic tales.
I learned all about ancient races and bygone
times. About myths and legends and dreams of all
people through the millennium. And the more I read
the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered
that I was able to travel into the stories… to actually
become part of them.
I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher
and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I
would not be telling you this tale now.
But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off
One afternoon, curious about the myth of the
Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to
see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar
(Persian: شهريار, “king”) married a new virgin, and then
sent yesterday’s wife to be beheaded. It was written
and I had read, that by the time he met Scheherazade,
the vizier’s daughter, he’d killed one thousand
Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived
in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged
places with Scheherazade – a phenomena that had
never occurred before and that still to this day, I
Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have
taken on Scheherazade’s life and the only way I can
protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to
protect herself and stay alive.
Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales.
And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a
point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more.
And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that
he might hear the rest of my dark tale.
As soon as I finish a story… I begin a new
one… like the one that you, dear reader, have before
Amber Davis inserted the key into the lock and opened the door to her new home, a simple one-story ranch that represented a whole new life in a brand-new state.
She jerked back, startled, as she realized the most important people in her life were there to greet her.
“Uncle Landon!” Her ten-year-old son, L.J., dashed past her and ran into his uncle’s arms. Landon’s twin, Levi, who’d passed away before she’d known she was pregnant, was L.J.’s father.
Standing beside Landon were Tanner Grayson and Jason Dare, her son’s other godparents, the men who’d made it possible for her to purchase this house with their generosity. When she looked at these three men, who she’d known for the last ten years, she saw three handsome, accomplished guys who’d worked hard to get where they were in life. Who’d overcome pain and hardship and stuck together through it all, including her in their long-term, deep friendship. They were like brothers to her and uncles to her son. With their brown hair in varying shades and muscular forms, at a glance they could be brothers, although on inspection, each had their own distinctive look. They’d only recently found their own happily ever afters and she was so thrilled for them all.
“Welcome home,” Jason said, pulling her into a hug, then passing her to Tanner and then to Landon, who still had his arm around his nephew.
“Can I go check out the rest of the house?” L.J. asked.
Amber nodded, looking around the still-empty space. The movers would be here later this afternoon. “Go for it.”
He dashed off, the echo of his footsteps and shrieks of excitement bouncing off the walls and making her smile.
“What are you guys doing here? You’re supposed to be in Manhattan.” And in a little while, Landon’s parents, L.J.’s grandparents, were due to arrive and take him to the city for his summer adventure, leaving her ready to start one of her own.
“We decided to surprise you. Help you unpack and move in,” Landon said with a grin. He’d always been easygoing, even after the tragedy that had befallen all of them.
They never failed to do right by her and she smiled. “You didn’t have to drop everything for me. You already helped enough, lending me the money to buy this place.” Something she felt guilty about already.
“Giving you the money,” they all said at the same time.
She shot them a glare. They all knew how important it was for her to be independent just like she understood why they felt obligated to help her. Not just because Levi had been Landon’s twin but because all three men had been there the night he died in a tragic college hazing incident when the guys were freshmen, and Amber a sophomore, and they felt guilty for not being able to prevent his death.
She’d discovered she was pregnant while she’d been grieving, but the guys had always been there for her. As had Landon’s mom and dad, Carrie and Samuel Bennett, as well as her own parents, Lydia and John, in Florida. When she’d quit college, packed up, and moved home, they’d stepped in to help her raise her son.