Hands On

By Cathryn Fox

Hands On is the first of a three-part erotic series from New York Times and USA best-selling author Cathryn Fox.

When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.

I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.

I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….

This is the first of a three-part series full of mind-blowing sex, featuring a dirty-mouthed football player who knows the score and an inexperienced therapist who needs to learn it. HANDS ON is sure to leave readers begging for more. The next installment, Body Contact, will be published August 2016.

The Hands On serial is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 Hands On
Book #2 Body Contact
Book #3 Full Exposure

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781633756694

Cathryn Fox

A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Cathryn Fox has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life and is always trying to keep up with emails, Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter. She spends her days writing page-turning books filled with heat and heart, and loves to hear from her readers.

Book preview

His sexy lessons are ones she’ll never forget…

When hot as hell Danielle Lang showed up and asked me to teach her about sex, I thought I was hallucinating. Turns out the beautiful psychologist needed an extra bit of schooling in all things sexual so she could teach a class.

I’m always up for helping a friend. I mean, it’s the least I can do. What I wasn’t expecting is for her to turn the tables and teach me a few things. Only this short-term promise of two weeks in her bed is going by a little too quickly. Not that I’m thinking forever or anything.

I’ve got a football career to get back to. And she doesn’t want to be a part of my world. There’s no way we can be together—so I’m going to make sure I enjoy every sexy second….

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Acknowledgments

About the Author

If you love erotica, one-click these Scorched releases…

Shameless

Only for a Night

Desiring Red

The steamy serial continues in August...

Cathryn Fox’s

Hand On part two

Body Contact

Learning Curves

Slow Ride

Wild Ride

Sweet Ride

Hold Me Down Hard

Tie Me Down Tight

Betting on the Wrong Brother

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Cathryn Fox. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Entangled Publishing, LLC

2614 South Timberline Road

Suite 109

Fort Collins, CO 80525

Visit our website at www.entangledpublishing.com.

Scorched is an imprint of Entangled Publishing, LLC.

Edited by Candace Havens

Cover design by Sommer Stein with Perfect Pear Creative Covers

Cover art from Sara Eirew Photography & Design

ISBN 978-1-63375-669-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition July 2016

This one is for Susie, and all the support she’s given me over the years. Thanks, big sis!

Chapter One

Danielle Lang planted her elbows on the café table and pressed her forehead into her palms. How could I have gotten myself into such a mess?

Because you need the money, her best friend Violet supplied as she sipped a mocha latte and eyed the cute guy making his way to the barista. There are worse ways to pay the bills, you know, and if you ask me this is a pretty sweet gig.

Sweet gig? Danielle dropped her hands, the loud bang on the table gaining the attention of the women sitting two rows over. She leaned forward to avoid unwanted listeners and lowered her voice. Violet, this is serious.

Violet’s gaze jerked back to Danielle’s, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. I know it is, but come on. She gave an easy shrug. You’re a psychologist, fresh out of graduate school. Really, how hard can it be to teach sex therapy to a bunch of incoming freshmen?

Hard.

That’s what she said.

Violet grinned over her cup, and Danielle laughed, despite the misery weighing her down. She loved her friend, she really did, but Violet didn’t understand the severity of the situation. When it came to sex, Violet would graduate cum laude, and Danielle, well, she could be found at the bottom of the class.

With one elbow planted on the table, Violet flipped her palm face up. Look, you get in, offer some by-the-book therapy, and get out. Then you get a nice, fat paycheck for your time so you can pay down your debt and open your own family counseling practice like you want to. I’m not really seeing the problem here.

Danielle sank back in her chair and twisted a long strand of hair around her finger, a common habit when she was nervous. I know that’s the plan, and I have book knowledge on sex therapy, but how can I honestly teach anyone about the emotions behind sex, the hang-ups, the fetishes when I don’t understand them myself?

Violet wagged dark brows over deep green eyes. Ooh, fetishes. My favorite subject.

Danielle crinkled her nose and pushed up her glasses. I just don’t get it. Some of the fetishes I’ve read about seem strange, maybe even a bit deviant.

That’s because you haven’t tried anything.

You’re absolutely right. Decision made, she flattened her hands on the table. Which is why I need to back out of this job before I get kicked out. There is no way I can teach a group of students about intimacy and the need for desirability in humans if I’ve never had any hands-on experience. Violet stared at her from across the tiny table, obviously still not seeing the problem. Danielle sighed and tried again. Remember that dysfunctional family I lived with? The religious ones I told you about?

Violet sipped her drink. Yeah.

Well, they went to their priest for marriage counseling. I kept thinking, what does a priest know about marriage, and how can he possibly give advice if he’s never been married?

That’s it! The cup her friend was holding came down so hard it clattered on the saucer and splattered coffee over the rim.

Danielle’s head jerked back with a start. What’s it?

You’ll just have to get the hands-on experience you need. Violet sat up straighter in her seat, her eyes narrowing shrewdly, her finger tapping the tabletop as she looked at the patrons in the café.

Shit. Danielle knew that look.