Olivia is an astronomy professor. She spreads her life lost in the stars.
Her life is happy if a little boring.... until
....Until she is inexplicably drawn to one of her students. She feels unable to control her desires.
When she learns of her student's secret, her life gets catapulted into the very stars she dreams about.
To many, I am little more than a myth. The Kiss of Death, a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy, the perfect soldier. I’ll kill anyone… for a price. Death doesn’t discriminate, she sells to the highest bidder, but even I have a weakness.
I want one thing—power. But power is merely a game of strategy. The pieces are on the chess board. Death is my queen, and also my pawn. She’ll paint this city red in exchange for the one thing she wants. Now all I have to do is watch it all play out. She’s nothing more than a weapon, and yet, I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. And I always get what I want.
A game of power. A risk that could cost her everything. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen.
Kill me or kiss me?
Emily thinks her new class with a visiting professor is going to be pretty dull: Latin Literature taught by some old British fuddy-duddy. Except Will Spencer isn't what she expected: he isn't old, and he isn't a fuddy-duddy...
Stay out of trouble, they said. But Emily Masterson, sitting in the front row of my class, was the kind of trouble I didn't see coming.
I bet I’m the only college professor in all of Britain who’s punched his boss for being an asshole.
But he got up again, and hit back pretty good—he knocked my ass three thousand miles across the Atlantic. Now I'm in exile for a semester, teaching bored college students in New Hampshire.
It’s only a semester, they said. It’ll blow over, and you can come back to your real job.
All I need to do is stay out of trouble.
Especially the kind of trouble that comes in a cute little package, with red lips, and round hips, and little polka-dot skirts.
Especially when that trouble is in my class looking at me as if I’m the most important thing in her world.
Especially when she's my new student, and all the things I want to do to her are completely forbidden.
Stay out of trouble. Right.