Juliet Takes Off — K.D. West

"Delectably different! The lovemaking was honest, soft, titillating yet touching all at once." - Amazon Reviewer

In this searing tale of forbidden student-teacher passion, Allison has it bad for Ken, her teacher: her Romeo.

Allison fell for Ken before tragedy struck him. She tried to find another leading man, but ended up being drawn back to the first person who ever inspired her to real, undeniable desire.

How can this Juliet convince her much-older Romeo to take her seriously? How can she convince him that she is the one who can show him love again?

(New Adult romance. Student/teacher relationship.)

The second story in K.D. West's Juliet Takes Flight series.

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Extract:

At the end of Acting, for the first time in weeks, I stayed after class. It was a drizzly day, and so a few other students were eating their lunches there. I walked over to Ken, who looked at me with curious apprehension. “So. Ken.”

“Allison?”

“Jordan tells me she and Katie and Jonathon wanted to throw me a surprise birthday party at your house.”

He nodded, lips pursed.

I squared my shoulders -- it was what my mom used to call my Hermione Granger stance. “I just wanted to let you know that my feelings won't be hurt if you ask them to have it somewhere else. Somewhere more appropriate.”

“Would you like that?” he asked, voice barely audible.

“I wouldn't want to impose.”

Grimly, he smiled. “Allison. What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” I whispered.

I was between Ken and the other students, and so there was no way for them to see him lift his hand and brush one finger on my lips. “And what are you going to do to get what you want, Allison?”

The pressure, the friction of the finger against my lips set every nerve ending in my body tingling. I couldn't have spoken in that moment if my life had depended on it.

“I have,” he whispered, “a present that I would like to give you for your birthday. And then we can discuss all of this. Okay?”

“Okay,” I gasped, breathless.