Good Girl

By Viola Ryder

I know I'm not supposed to want him. But I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to be his.

She's an uninhibited art student with a specialty in erotic sculpture...and an oral fixation.
He's the young, hot university professor who seeks out anonymous encounters.
When their worlds collide, will they be able to resist the forbidden draw of each other?

Good Girl is book 2 of the new standalone BDSM club series Sins in the Dark by Viola Ryder. Fall in love with sexy university art student Harper and the object of her obsession Professor Gideon. Explore the art of forbidden pleasure, anonymous encounters, oral fixations, and sexy banter in this sweet and extra spicy short novella.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emerald Fern Press
• Release date: Jan 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224804672

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Good Girl

Sins in the Dark, book 2

Viola Ryder

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Emerald Fern Press

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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Book Cover by Viola Ryder

Formatting by Atticus

1st edition 2024

Contents

1.Harper

2.Harper

3.Harper

4.Harper

5.Harper

6.Harper

7.Harper

8.Harper

Note from the Author

Viola Ryder

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Harper

There are two things that I know for certain:

1) I have one more class, just one more, before I graduate with my degree in Sculpture.

2) I can't stop thinking dirty thoughts about my professor and it's going to be a problem.

I study my schedule and try to calm my racing heart. The warmth of the sunshine shines down on me as I practically run to the studio. Senior Seminar is meant to be more of a mentorship course. An opportunity to study in small groups with an established artist.

My Senior Seminar: Figure Sculpture class is also my final project. An art piece created by me, with personal instruction from a member of staff, that serves as my final hurrah of art school. The universe clearly has a wicked sense of humor because my instructor is none other than Professor Gideon Hart aka Hottie Hart, as he's known around campus.

Ugh. Someone save my concentration.

I won't lie, I've taken notice of him around campus. He's rather hard to miss. 6'5 and built like a Greek god with gorgeous brown eyes and long brown hair he keeps tied up in a messy man bun. There's quite a few fans of Professor Hottie Hart around here and I'm one of them. The number of times he's appeared in my dreams at night is borderline embarrassing.

The studio is empty when I arrive and I take a moment to collect myself.

I have no idea how I am going to get through the semester with my dignity intact, especially with the intimate nature of my proposed project. Just the thought of being alone with him in the studio, crafting my sculpture piece by piece, going over my drawings with him for feedback and critique?

Let's just say my trusty vibrator is going to get a helluva workout.

Harper, right? Can I help you with something?

I turn around, startled by the sound of his deep voice. Professor Hart is standing there, a half-smile playing on his lips. My heart skips a beat as I try to gather my thoughts.

"No, sorry Hottie - I mean, Professor Hart. I'm just... excited for class." I stammer, feeling my heart race in my chest

Oh God, I wish the floor would swallow me right now. Almost as much as I wished I could swallow - NO. Bad Harper.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he uncrosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. Excited, huh? Well, I like that enthusiasm. You're always welcome here, Harper.

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within me. Maybe he has noticed me too? I