Sara Taylor Woods - Hold Me Down

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Edgy, sexy, and authentic. Sara Taylor Woods luscious dream of a debut will have you pinching yourselfor finding someone naughty to do it for you!

Tamara Mataya, New York Times Bestselling Author

Sexy and sensual and smart. Everything youre looking for in an erotic romance.

Tiffany Reisz, International Bestselling Author of the Original Sinners on Well Suited

HOLD ME DOWN is a sexy, provocative, unforgettable read from start to finish If what you want is what you need, then this book will have you tied up in knots and falling in love page after page.

Katherine Locke, author of SECOND POSITION and the District Ballet Company series

Humorous and emotionally wrenching. Plan to read this all in one shot, because youre not going to want to put it down. Real people, real issues, and real kink make this a very touching and hot read.

Jodie Griffin, author of MATZOH AND MISTLETOE and the Bondage & Breakfast series

Bold, sensual, and sparklingly witty, Woods debut demands your attention from the first page, and refuses to let go long after you finish. Sean Poole is a hero worth falling for, Talia fresh, funny, and relatabletogether, they crackle off the page. HOLD ME DOWN will keep you up all night and leave you breathless, bruised, and begging for more.

Brianna R. Shrum, author of NEVER NEVER and HOW TO MAKE OUT

W hen I graduated from high school, my dad offered me a deal I couldnt refuse: all I had to do to secure a debt-free adulthood was major in business and graduate from the Darla Moore School of Business.

Three years later, I was absolutely miserable.

And if it was just the classes that were terrible, then okay. But, even as a junior, I had yet to make any friends in the department that I spoke to outside of classes. There was something foreign about me, or about them. Floppy-haired frat boys in pastel shorts and boat shoes, slavering at the thought of calculating Excel pivot tables, clamoring for the opportunity to discover and exploit target markets?

Kill me.

But the good news is no matter how much you hate your major, you still have to take electives. My freshman year, I stumbled into an intro-level Anthropology class, and fell head over heels in love.

So I kept taking classes. And I didnt tell my dad.

The Zooarchaeology class I took the fall semester of my junior year with Dr. Rennicks was my second one with him. He was one of those genuinely cool professors who sat on the desk because he liked to be comfortable, didnt bother with PowerPoint, and hung out with students between classes. Which is why, in the second week of the semester, when he caught me after the end of class and asked if I was busy that afternoon, I didnt even try to keep the smile off my face. My commercial law class had sucked out all my chill.

No, this is my last class of the day.

A guy Id seen in his company before was already loitering in the doorway, playing with his phone. Rennicks said, An old student of mine is in town for the game this weekend, and some of us are going to grab some food in a little. You in?

I shrugged, which hopefully came off a lot cooler than I felt. Sure, I said, like this wasnt the greatest thing that had happened to me all semester. Where?

F orty minutes later , I pulled into Oaxaca Grills nearly empty gravel lot. I was clearly the first one here, but I went inside anyway. This one of my favorite joints, cheap and delicious, if a little shaky on the air conditioning. Inside, it was decorated like a bad hangover: strings of shamrocks and glittery candy canes and grinning jack-o-lanterns, strands of little Corona bottles and jalapeno pepper lights, Mardi Gras beads, Mexican flags. I loved it.

I didnt have to wait long before the door dinged and disgorged a boisterous stream of men into the vestibule. They clogged the entryway while we waited for the hostess, and Rennicks finally worked his way up to me.

Hey, you made it, he said brightly, like he was surprised and pleased to see me. It made me feel all warm and squishy, which in turn made me feel ridiculous. But in a school with almost forty thousand students, it was nice to know your favorite professor didnt consider you part of the faceless undergraduate mass.

I didnt know how many, so I didnt put in for a table, I said. Plus theres like, nobody in here, so it probably doesnt even matter.