Going Wide

Well, this wasn’t exactly what I expected to do this month, but Amazon sort of forced my hand.

Anyone who has been following kboards lately knows that indie writers have been struggling with Amazon for the last few months for all books enrolled in Kindle Unlimited. Amazon says that an author is paid for each page read and says it has an accurate way to count the pages . . . and then suddenly Amazon admitted that it had been counting pages read from bots scamming the system and the program.

Then Amazon began cutting everybody’s page reads to the point where it became pointless to even be in the KU program. And the funny thing was they cut EXACTLY 50%. I really have to wonder how EXACTLY 50% of my page reads are from bots when I don’t even advertise anywhere, and also how it affected most other indie writers (except the ones with millions of page reads) in EXACTLY the same way.

When they stripped all my reads after May 25, I had enough and asked them to remove all my books from Kindle Unlimited/Kindle Select. That means that now I am free to sell these books across all sellers and platforms.

So for those who have been waiting, these books are now available at Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple, and Smashwords, to name a few. Google’s being a bit tougher so that may take a few days. (One note–I have the first Deena/Professor tale up but I’m still working on getting the rest done. I’ll try to have the second one up in a few days.)

And here’s the big news–Smashwords is having their annual eBook sale all July! So grab the following titles at discounted prices, or even free:

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Years ago when I was first starting my writing career, I used to read Dean Wesley Smith a lot, and I attended one of his workshops at a writing convention. One of the words he used that stuck with me is the concept of “whirlpools” that writers can fall into. These whirlpools represent situations or issues that stop all progress forward and can suck a writer down into oblivion.

I seem to be stuck in a whirlpool right now.  A bunch of monkeys on my back dragged me into it–monkeys with names like “Laid Off” and “Major Paycut” and “Sole Breadwinner.” Not to mention “Chronic Pain,” “Buried By Debt” and “Medically Untreatable.” It’s rather dark in the whirlpool, and it doesn’t help that I’m also trying to support a partner who struggles with anxiety and depression, and a soon-to-be-graduating child with issues of her own. When I try to write, all of that crap invades my head, and I can barely get a word out.

I know this whirlpool is temporary. I’ve already let go of the worry and despair I felt last year while battling the chronic hip pain, and settled into a sort of acceptance of “Okay, so this is the new me. I hurt most of the time and I can only do a few activities each day. Oh well.” And then I try to celebrate each little thing I manage to get done. And the financial situation will also be temporary, because I’m already moving up in the mundane call-center job and one way or another I’ll fight my way back up to a livable wage. Or I’ll sell enough crap to make a dent in that fucking debt. One way or another, I’ll survive.

All of this doesn’t change the fact that I feel bad about not getting the books out faster. It pains me to know there may be readers waiting for Book 3 of the Oddities . . . and it’s not even close to done yet. I’m sorry. I’m working on it, and eventually I will finish the book and get it out there, but I truly regret the delay.

So anyways, here’s the current WIPs as of 4/30/2018:

  1.  A Conspiracy Uncovered (Book 3 of the Oddities series), at 65,850 words, moving into the steady climb toward the climax, and still estimated to be about 95k when complete.
  2. Fae Fortunes (YA M/M paranormal), currently at 64,689 words, just about at the climax scene, maybe ending with 80k??
  3. The Gang’s All Here (Deena and the Professor Part Nine, BDSM serial romance), currently at 8584 words, estimated to be 12k total.

New Release! Deena Part Eight

It’s FINALLY here!  Today is the release day for the eighth part in the BDSM serial romance, Deena and the Professor, The Act of Splashing. The series follows the sexual adventures of college student Deena Hancock under the tutelage of her gorgeous Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. She’s down to the last two fantasies on her list:  bukkake and gangbang. And the invitations for Alex’s friends have gone out.

Just one problem–Deena doesn’t merely want to be Professor Sturm’s sex student. With such a firm but fair Master, it’s easy to see why she’s fallen in love with him. The question is, can she convince him to keep her as his submissive . . . permanently?

This is a Kindle Unlimited title, or otherwise only 99 cents!

Buy it now on Amazon!

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PART EIGHT: The Act of Splashing

How many loads can Deena swallow in a night? She really wants to know.

It’s almost the end of classes, and Deena knows she has to act fast to convince her Psychology professor, Alex Sturm, that she’s the girl for him. He’s been marking off each item on her list of SEXUAL FANTASIES, teaching her how to SUBMIT, and showing her what it might be like to serve him as his girl. But he keeps insisting that he’s only introducing her to her own sexuality. Once her list is done, she fears he’ll walk away.

The last two items on her list are the hottest, and Professor Sturm has promised Deena they’ll both take place over the course of a weekend, when he’ll invite several of his friends over to his luxurious house.

The first fantasy? Deena craves to know what it would be like to be BATHED IN HOT LOVE JUICES as she orally services each man. But how can she indulge in all her slutty desires and still follow her heart? She just has to find a way to show the professor that all this isn’t just sex. She wants to be his girl forever.

(Part Eight of a ten part series; each part will be published monthly. Parts One through Five have been bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, oral, and multiple partners.)



Almost reverently, he ran his finger along the leather of the leash. Then he took it out, letting the box drop to the floor. He brought the gift up to his nose and took a deep breath. There was something in his eyes she’d never seen before. Something hungry.

“Deena…” he breathed. The smile he gave her was pure joy.

She’d started to worry when he’d gotten so serious all of a sudden. Swallowing, she rubbed her hands on her thighs, still kneeling for him. Her muscles had started to burn. “Do you like it?” Had she gone too far? Was this like buying the guy an engagement ring?

He stared at her throat, caressing the leash. “You don’t have anything to attach this to.”

Her cheeks grew hotter. Deena looked down, too nervous to see the expression in her professor’s face. “No, Sir.” She wanted to ask him the question, about whether he’d consider keeping her on as his submissive, or a part time play thing, or whatever. But she couldn’t make the words come. Staring at the floor, she waited, her heart pounding.

The silence stretched between them. Maybe I shouldn’t have given him that. Maybe I should have picked something having to do with sex rather than submission. A vibrator, maybe? But he already has lots of those. He had another leash too. But she’d wanted to give him a hint.

Deena opened her mouth to apologize. The professor cupped her chin and gently lifted her face. His eyes looked bright…even moist.

He smiled. “It’s a lovely gift. Let me grab one of my play collars for you to wear tonight. Seeing you collared and leashed with bring me even greater pleasure than simply having you naked.”

That was good, right? And yet it wasn’t a declaration of love. It also wasn’t a promise or even a hint that there would be anything between them after this evening. Deena swallowed hard, nodding. At least I’ll get to wear his collar one last time. Her heart ached at the thought of having to leave. Of not seeing Alex Sturm like this again.

The professor left again, and Deena’s heart thudded in anticipation as he went upstairs, and then returned, collar in hand. It was the same one she had worn when he took her to the BDSM club, a simple leather collar with a D ring. He bent to slip it on her, his fingers trailing over her throat. Deena shivered in delight as he buckled it. It was snug enough that she could feel it with every swallow, but not so tight that it would interfere with anything.

Once that was done, he clipped the leash to the collar, and gave a light tug on it. “Come into the living room. My guests should be arriving soon.” He walked, and Deena crawled, wincing at the hard tile floor of the foyer on her knees, even if she was wearing leggings. Once they reached the plush carpet of the living room it was better. He led her to a spot next to his recliner, then released hold of the leash. “This is where I want you. Go ahead and use the bathroom, and undress, but hurry. I want you back here and kneeling when the doorbell starts ringing.”

Deena hurried to do so, and returned to her spot just before the doorbell rang again. In one way it was even more frightening, kneeling naked as she waited for the professor to greet one of his male friends, wondering what the guy would think of seeing her like this. Yet on the other hand she felt safer now, more comfortable. With the collar and the leash, it was clear that she belonged to Professor Sturm, at least at the moment. She wouldn’t be required to make silly chit chat and have to pretend that she was a normal girl.

I’m Sir’s slut. And that’s just what I want to be.

From the foyer, Sir invited someone named Marcus inside, and they joked about playing tennis together. I didn’t even know that he played tennis. Marcus had a deep voice, and when they entered the room, a little thrill went through Deena. Apparently Marcus was tall, muscular, and black.

The professor seems to know a diverse crowd. As Marcus’s eyes fell on her, Deena couldn’t help smiling. And blushing. He was handsome, and the sheer size of him was making her pussy wet. Is he big like that all over?

He smiled back, then turned to the professor. “She’s gorgeous. And young. Are you sure she’s up for everything you have planned?” Facing Deena, he said, “Hi. I’m Marcus Waters.”

Professor Sturm crossed to sit in his recliner next to Deena, leaving Marcus to make his way to the sofa. “Oh she’s ready. Aren’t you, Deena? Marcus is a physical trainer now, but he used to play football.”

Deena swallowed. That made sense. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Nice to meet you, Marcus.” Questions burned in her mind—was Marcus also a member of the professor’s BDSM club? Was he dominant? Or was he more like Stephen and simply into group sex?

Before Marcus could say anything, the doorbell rang again. Professor Sturm chuckled and stood. “I might as way stay up until everyone has arrived.” With that, he went to answer the door.

Marcus chuckled as well. “Do you know how many are coming?” His question was directed at Deena.

She shrugged, and then gave in to her curiosity. “Have you done…something like this before? With several guys and a girl?” Her face heated up.

He looked like he was trying not to smile, but he was failing miserably. “Yes, I have. Although not one as young-looking and pretty as you.” His gaze strayed to her breasts before returning to Deena’s face. “You mind telling me how old you are? Should I even ask?”

That got a laugh out of her. “Sure you can. I’m eighteen.”

The professor returned to the living room with a familiar face—at the sight of Stephen Kelani, Deena clapped her hands in excitement. Stephen had said he wanted to participate this weekend, and she’d hoped he’d be able to make it. He’d bring a fun, light-hearted side to things. Plus, he has a gorgeous dick.

“Hey Deena. Looking stunning as usual, I see. Hey Marcus! How’s it going?” Stephen walked over and gave Marcus a one-armed hug, then sat down next to him

Marcus glanced at Deena and then at Stephen. “You know her already? I think I’m jealous.”

“Now, now,” the professor admonished, and then the doorbell rang again. Laughing softly, he departed.

Deena’s stomach fluttered with excitement as she watched him leave. How many of them will there be? How many cocks? Cocks to suck, and cocks to fuck her. Heat filled her, making her pussy wet. Aching.


Countdown sale and freebie!

The first installment of the sexual saga, Deena and the Professor is being offered FREE today through Sunday, August 28! In addition, Parts Two and Three are only 99 cents, again until Sunday. Currently this serial BDSM romance has seven parts; the complete story will have ten parts.

Check it out!

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It’s her first day at college, and Deena wants to learn about more than books. She’s always craved to learn more about the urges of her body and the taboo secrets of sex. When her professor catches her playing with a wooden paddle, Deena knows it will either be her worst punishment ever, or her greatest reward. He’s handsome, older, and seems to know about more than just academic subjects.

The question is, can he teach her all the kinkiest things she’s ever fantasized about? Or maybe the bigger question is, can she keep her heart from falling in love with him…

Only 99 cents–Parts Two and Three:

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Part Two: Missionary Position (First time, unprotected):

Part Three: The Fifth Base (first time anal)



Release Day! Part Seven of Deena and the Professor

Finally!  This segment in Deena’s serial BDSM romance took me forever to write, but it’s finally here. This part features MMF and is over 10k, making it one of the longest chapters in Deena Hancock’s tale of romance between her and her dominant Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. For a limited time, you can get it on Amazon for just 99 cents!  Also part of Kindle Unlimited.

Amazon link:  https://www.amazon.com/M%C3%A9nage-Trois-Alpha-Romance-Professor-ebook/dp/B01JHSG5BS/

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College student Deena’s hopelessly in love with her Psychology professor, Alex Sturm. He’s been marking off each item on her list of SEXUAL FANTASIES, teaching her how to SUBMIT, and showing her what it might be like to serve him as his girl forever. But he keeps insisting that he’s only introducing her to her own sexuality. Once her list is done, she fears he’ll walk away.

Coming up is one of her hottest dreams of all—a threesome with the professor and another man! Deena wants to know what it is like to be completely filled. But will the professor still want her if she admits to being such a slut? Her body craves everything it can possibly get, but her heart wants one thing only. To be loved by her gorgeous older man.

(Part Seven of a ten part series; each part will be published monthly. Parts One through Five have been bundled, and then Parts Six through Ten will be bundled as well. Notice for BDSM, anal, and multiple partners.)


The professor looked her over. “Are you comfortable now, Deena? Or perhaps this is a better question. Would you prefer that I continue to give you orders?”

There was only one thing she could say to that. She knelt on the carpet. “Yes, Sir. It makes me feel safe.” To know that he had her best interests at heart, even when she didn’t know them herself, was comforting. More, it felt like love, even though she knew he couldn’t possibly feel that way about her.

“Oh that’s hot.” Stephen adjusted his seat, and Deena could tell he was hard by the slight tenting of her trousers. Yes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. As long as Sir was calling the shots, she was ready for anything.

The professor laughed. “You think? Deena, undress for us. No need to make a show. I want you to suck on Stephen’s dick. Make him nice and ready so that he can fuck you.”

A moan escaped Deena before she could hold it back. It was like someone had set a torch to her; heat traveled all down her body, and her juices flowed. Without another word, she stood up and turned around. Even though Professor Sturm hadn’t asked for a show, she was going to give him a little of one. Would he be jealous of her sucking on another man’s dick? Or was he like her, and figured the more people, the hotter the sex?

Arching, she pulled her own zipper down her back, exposing skin and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Deena peeled the dress down, to reveal that she was wearing panties tonight—black lacy ones. Once her dress had slipped to the floor, she stepped out of it, leaving on her high heels. Then slowly she bent over, showing off her ass to the two men, and taking her time as she pulled her panties down.

“Oh Deena. You are gorgeous,” Stephen said, almost in awe.

Deena turned around so that she could see his expression, see the lust in his eyes. She fed off that lust, feeling her body responding, becoming looser, more aroused. Cupping her breasts, she showed them off to Stephen, even going so far as to rub her nipples. It sent electric waves of pleasure for her. I’m so naughty. I think I like being naughty.

This time Stephen didn’t say anything, but his eyes devoured her, as he began rubbing himself through his slacks. His length was clearly defined in the pants, and it looked thick and long. No wonder the professor liked teaming up with Stephen!

Deena dropped to her knees and crawled over to Stephen. While her gaze was on him, she was keenly aware of the professor’s eyes on her, on his attention. It made her skin sizzle, the knowledge that Professor Sturm enjoyed watching her, enjoyed showing her off. She’d had a taste of that when he’d jerked off watching her and Stacy…and then of course he’d joined in, unable to resist.

This time she knew he’d be actively participating. She couldn’t wait.

Positioning herself between Stephen’s legs, she kneeled up, giving him a diabolical smile as she slowly worked his belt open. Deena surprised herself with her confidence. She could remember back in high school when she’d been so shy, not even able to flirt with anyone. How she’d changed! “Sir, do you have any special instructions for me?” She unbuttoned Stephen’s slacks and eased the zipper down. Boy, he was rock hard for her!

“I’m quite enjoying what you’re doing now, Miss Hancock. I think it would be appropriate for you to show Stephen what you’ve learned.” The professor was rubbing himself through his own pants again as he watched them.

Stephen licked his lips. “Maybe I could cum down her throat. You know I’ll be up for more later. It would give us some time to really play with her.” He looked at the professor beseechingly.

Deena ran her thumb along the hard ridge in Stephen’s boxer shorts. Silk—nice. She felt him twitch, and delighted in the idea that she was causing this, even as the two men were speaking.

The professor’s gaze grew even more heated. “Hm. What do you think, Deena? Want to have cum in all three of your holes tonight?”

The way he said it made Deena moan, her pussy and ass clenching. “Yes, Sir!” Did she sound too eager? At the moment, she didn’t care. If she was going to be a slut, she would be the biggest slut she could be.

Stephen took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Oh yeah. Let me see those lips wrapped around my cock, sweetie. You are so beautiful. Do you know that?” He petted her hair. While it was nice, it didn’t have the same effect on Deena that the professor’s petting had done before.

He doesn’t have that same intensity to him. He’s friendly, but I don’t get that rush of power, of Sir commanding me.

“Thank you…” Deena looked to Professor, wondering what she should call Stephen. Was it rude to call him by his first name? She couldn’t even recall his last name anymore; not with his cock straining to be freed right in front of her face.

“You may call him Stephen,” the professor said as if reading her mind. “I am your only Sir—at the moment.” He smiled, and Deena wanted to dance for joy. This was what she wanted!

Now if only she could find a way to make it permanent.

And this is only the beginning of their evening . . . read more to find out what happens!

Release! Part Six of Deena’s tale.

Today is the release day for Part Six of the BDSM erotic romance, Deena and the Professor, “Female Inversion.” This part delves into Deena’s curiosity about women, while also furthering the connection she feels between herself and her psychology professor, Alex Sturm. For a limited time, get it for only 99 cents on Amazon!  Also a Kindle Unlimited title. (Note: there was a pricing error on Amazon. Check back later today, and this should be resolved.)

Amazon link:  http://www.amazon.com/Female-Inversion-Menage-romance-Professor-ebook/dp/B01E8BTOVC/

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On her first day of college, Deena met the man of her dreams—her Psychology professor! He took control of her fantasies, showed her how to SUBMIT, captured her first experiences and made a contract with her to teach her all the ways of PAIN AND PLEASURE.

Deena’s nervous; she wants to explore more, but she also wants to keep Professor Sturm for herself. This time he’s bringing another partner into the bedroom, a woman, so that Deena can have her first lesbian experience. But the woman is also the professor’s ex-wife, Stacy. What if Stacy tried to get her man back? Or will a night with Stacy be so amazing, that Deena changes her mind?

It’s a lot for someone so INEXPERIENCED to consider.


As she spoke, Deena let herself look more closely at Stacy, at her face, her dark brown eyes, her lips. Her long, delicious throat. Stacy was very striking. “I did have a crush or two on girls at school. This one girl in my home economics class, for example. She was part of the popular crowd, and she had this gorgeous red chestnut hair. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and bury my face against her shoulder.” Deena blushed, feeling silly.

“You look embarrassed. Why would you ever be embarrassed about that? She sounds lovely,” Stacy said, rubbing her fingers a little against her crotch. Deena couldn’t help but notice that her fingernails were long and manicured, with red nail polish. She shivered, imagining those hands, those fingers touching her.

Deena tucked a stray hair behind her ear, nervously. She glanced at the other wine glass on the table, but suddenly she didn’t want it. She didn’t want anything that might dull her senses. “I guess everyone I knew kept telling me how wrong it was, for a woman to be attracted to another woman. I still like guys.” She laughed. “A lot. But I always wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman. And to kiss… you know. Other things.” She licked her lips. “I’ve tasted myself. I think I taste pretty good.”

Stacy laughed. “I bet you do. What about a woman’s body? How do I look to you, for example?” She set down her glass then reached out, taking Deena’s hands, and placing them on her hips. Deena sucked in a breath, her pussy coming to attention. The fabric was just as soft as it looked, and what was more, she could feel Stacy’s form through the clothing, making her imagine what Stacy might look like without anything on. It was an enticing thought.

She stammered out what she hoped was a good answer. “I think women are beautiful. I mean I don’t get why all women don’t want to have sex with each other. I especially like your, um,” Her hand moved slightly, brushing up against Stacy’s breast before settling on her hip again. “Your bosom.” Her face heated up.

Stacy grinned, and she cupped her breasts, lifting them. “You mean these? Would you like to see them? She reached up to unbutton the first button of her shirt, revealing creamy white skin.

Immediately, Deena wanted to lick the skin there, to kiss Stacy’s neck. Her mouth watered, and she nodded. “Yes, please.” She allowed herself to pull Stacy’s silk shirt out from her skirt, dipping her fingers under the fabric to feel the woman’s skin. She knew Stacy was older, probably about the same age as the professor. More than ten years older than her.

Deena didn’t want it any other way.

“That’s right, dear. I think we need to lose a bit of clothing here.” Stacy looked across the living room to the professor. “Are we still good here? Or do you think we should move this upstairs?”

The professor pursed his lips, looking them over. “Let’s start here. We can move upstairs at any time. But I think the two of you are comfortable, and so am I.” He adjusted his trousers. “And I trust that the two of you are fine if I indulge myself while you are having your fun.”

Deena clearly saw the line of his cock through his trousers. That only sent the entire scenario into an even higher level of intensity. She swallowed, imagining him watching them. “So you’re not going to…participate?” She did love his cock. But today she wanted to focus more on the woman beside her.

He smiled. “We’ll see. This is Stacy and your evening. I am only an observer.”

Stacy nodded, unbuttoning her shirt slowly. Deena couldn’t help but track the movement with her eyes, as more and more skin was revealed. “Sounds good. I think I’m fine with the sofa for now. Leather has such a sensual feel to it.” She opened the last button, revealing a lacy demi-cup that barely contained her breasts, so perfect and round. Glancing at Deena, Stacy continued. “Would you help me with the rest?”

Would she ever! “Yes, Ma’am,” Deena said, trying to remember if Stacy liked that term or not. It just seemed right. She eased the silky fabric off Stacy’s shoulders, and set the shirt over the arm of the sofa. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed the top of Stacy’s breasts with her thumbs, just enjoying the sight of them half covered.

Stacy’s lids fell half closed. “Mm. Don’t stop. I’m just going to lie back here and let you explore.”

Deena’s hands trembled. She hardly knew what she wanted to do first! It seemed like moving down layer by layer was best, so she trailed her hands down to the clasp of Stacy’s skirt. It was in the back, which meant she basically had to hug the woman to undo it, placing her face right at breast level. She couldn’t help herself, Sighing, she rubbed her face in the crevice between the firm mounds, smelling lavender and baby powder. So different from the Professor’s smell, and yet so wonderful at the same time.

It seemed rude to linger there, so Deena backed off. Should she pull Stacy’s skirt down? Or was it better to let the woman ease it down herself? “I don’t know what I’m doing,” Deena said to cover her nervousness.

“You’re doing just fine, dear,” Stacy said in a low, smooth voice. Her hand settled on Deena’s shoulder, steadying her. “I like watching you explore. If you want to touch… kiss… whatever. Do what feels right to you. I’ll let you know if I want you to do something different.”

That helped, knowing Stacy would tell her. It was like having safety wheels on a bike. Deena took a slow breath, and reached to hook her fingers into the waist of Stacy’s skirt. She pulled it down, revealing black lacy underwear, and gorgeous creamy thighs. A wave of want swept through her. “You’re beautiful,” Deena said.

Stacy smiled, bringing her hand up to cup Deena’s cheek. “So are you, darling. I especially love that I’m your first woman.” She released Deena, resting her hand on the sofa. “Do you need me to lift my hips?”

Deena’s head was swimming. Was she really doing this? “Not yet,” she found herself replying, because as tempting as that thought was, she wanted to do other things before diving right in… so to speak. “I want to kiss you. May I?”

Countdown sale on Deena Bundle!

The bundled pack of Deena and the Professor (Parts One through Five) is available for a short time at only 99 cents on Amazon! This includes 5 separate episodes of the serial BDSM romance, including “Corporal Punishment” (spanking), “Missionary Position’ (First time, some bondage), “Fifth Base” (anal), “Sensory Overload” (bondage and sensation play), and “Masochistic Tendencies” (caning and whipping). Normally this set is priced at $4.99 (which is still cheaper than buying each part separately).

Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Deena-Professor-Parts-Through-Bundle-ebook/dp/B01D3UMCTK/


Description: INEXPERIENCED and freshly in college, Deena has a crush on her Psych professor, Alexander Sturm. When he catches her daydreaming in class, she brazenly admits her darkest desires, to explore the world of domination and submission, pain and pleasure. They make a contract to explore her SEXUAL FANTASIES, but the deeper they go, the more Deena realizes that she doesn’t just want a teacher. She wants to love and serve someone, and be loved in return. As the Professor marks off each item in her fantasy list, Deena fears that time is running out. She must find a way to get Professor Sturm to love her, and keep her forever.

Some previous posts with excerpts:

Part Five: https://wordpress.com/post/jthallwriting.wordpress.com/1506

Part Four: https://wordpress.com/post/jthallwriting.wordpress.com/1444

Part Two: https://wordpress.com/post/jthallwriting.wordpress.com/1302