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About Teach Me Something:
Catherine Davenport is successful in her career, but doesn't have the same skill when it comes to her love life. After a painful divorce, she's finding the new world of dating both intimidating and frustrating. Tired of striking out, she takes the extreme measure of enlisting the help of an instructor in a private club who offers sessions on how to improve her dating strategy as well as her overall sexual confidence. 'Calvin', the masked man with the piercing blue eyes and husky voice not only challenges her to step out of her comfort zone, but encourages her to unlock her repressed adventurous side with various lessons. She feels like she's making progress until her worlds collide and the identity of the man privy to her most intimate details is shockingly revealed as someone she knows. Can Catherine put her insecurities aside to take a chance on love where she least expected it, or will her past interfere with her ability to plan a future with the one man who truly knows the real her.
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About Aubrey Bondurant:
Aubrey Bondurant is a working mom who loves to write, read and travel. She describes her writing style as: “Adult Contemporary Erotic Romantic Comedy”. (How's that for a mouthful?) Picture chick-lit with the sex scenes or “smutty chick lit” and there you have it! When Aubrey isn't working her day job, or spending time with her family, she’s on her laptop typing away on her next story. She only wishes there were more hours of the day! She’s a former member of the U.S. Marine Corps and passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community. She loves a big drooly dog, a fantastic margarita, and football.Connect with Aubrey:
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He put my phone away, chuckling, and then reached his hands out to grip mine. “Sure thing, princess.”
His newfound nickname snapped something inside of me. I made the mistake of letting go, which flung me back on my ass into the mud where I didn’t bother to get up. That was it. I was about to lose my shit in the muck of a vacant lot on a starry night in Sydney, Australia.
“I’m not a fucking princess. I appreciate nice things, and I run one of the best fashion magazines in the world. Half these things were given to me by the designers; I didn’t buy them. And I would think that you’d have an appreciation for the fact the editor of Cosmo Life cannot go around in clothes from Target, although I think that might be nice for a change. Furthermore, I work hard for a living; I always have. I didn’t grow up poor, but I certainly didn’t enjoy some lavish childhood which afforded me a silver spoon. I always worked: in my father’s office, volunteering at the hospital, babysitting. So don’t you dare call me a princess as if I’ve led some sort of pampered lifestyle that I don’t deserve. I’ve earned every penny and every stitch of clothing, whether it be expensive or not.”
He regarded me a moment before smiling. “Exactly. So don’t ever diminish yourself again in front of anyone, especially that wanker in there. You work hard, and you’re damn good at your job. Be proud of that fact.”
I huffed out a breath, getting whiplash from his unexpected response. “Was this some sort of test?”
The smug bastard shrugged. “Listening to you tell that asshole you work in retail like you fold clothes at the Gap was not the Catherine I know. You have a career which means something to you, that you worked hard for, and that you should be proud of.”
Exasperation flowed through me. “You convinced me to come here and leave my New York image behind. You told me I was intimidating in my regular clothes and had me change tonight. You encouraged me to be fun and flirty, which obviously isn’t me. And then you proceeded to sabotage it once I’m finally doing a decent job of it. Was I really supposed to invest time in telling Liam what I do for a living when we both know he didn’t care? He only wanted to get laid.”
His jaw flexed. “Yeah, well, I changed my mind. You should be yourself from now on.”
I stood up slowly, flexing my hands in the wet earth, and then did what any thirty-something-year-old woman at her wit’s end would’ve done. I threw mud at him. The look of shock when my pitch hit him square in his pretty-boy face was definitely worth the momentary loss of maturity.
“Did you really just do that?” He grinned like he couldn’t believe it, either, wiping it off with his hand.
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