Student Teacher

Defy is a smutty, insta-love, insta-lust short novella. Defy is a prequel to Vicious (Sinners of Saint #1). It is recommended, but unnecessary, to read Defy before reading Vicious. First included in Hot for Teacher Anthology: 19 Stories Filled with Lust and Love. My name is Melody Greene, and I have a confession to make. I slept with my student, a senior in high school. Multiple times. I had multiple orgasms. In multiple positions. I slept with my student and I enjoyed it. I slept with my student and I’d do it all over again if I could turn back time. My name is Melody Greene, and I got kicked out of my position as a teacher and did my walk of shame a la Cersei Lannister from the principal’s office, minutes after said principal threatened to call the cops on me. My name is Melody Greene, and I did something bad because it made me feel good. Here is why it was totally worth it.

He was eighteen. The heir to a notorious, criminal MC. And my student. There was no way I could get involved. No way I could stay involved. Then, no way I could get out alive. An MC student/teacher romance.

He’s a writer who’s finally found his muse . . . and he’s never letting her go. Briar My student is stalking me. Saint de Haas follows me around campus, to my car, to my house. He insists I’m his muse, no matter how much I object, and he wants to keep me all to himself. So when my date turns up dead, I know whose fingerprints are all over the crime scene. Saint is smart, but I’m smarter. I’m going to prove he’s stalking me and get him thrown behind bars. And no matter what he says, I’m sure as hell not going to fall for my stalker. Saint I’ve finally found my muse, and I’m never letting her go. But Briar is so busy hiding and running from me, she doesn’t notice how I’m improving her life. I get rid of her loser date who’s hiding a few girlfriends and venereal diseases. I follow her around campus so her boss doesn’t try something worse than groping her in class. I can make all her dreams come true. Give her anything her heart desires. If she’d just stop running and give in. She’s my muse, and when I finally make her mine, I’ll be her Saint.