Bio for Jennifer Lynne (Educating Ethan)
Author Bio –
Jennifer Lynne was introduced to romance as a young teen by author Mary Stewart and her dark, mysterious hero Raoul in Nine Coaches Waiting. And what an introduction that was! Her love affair with romance never waned – it just got hotter as the years progressed. Jen has a Degree in literature & media studies and worked as a business writer and journalist for govt departments and companies both large and small. She has even worked in an optical store! These days she is a mum of two and stepmum of two, who works by day in admin and at night writes sensual and erotic romance from her home in Melbourne, Australia. She is multi-published in this genre, and lives in hope that readers will continue to enjoy her novella-length tales of love and lust! Find out more about Jennifer Lynne and her books at:
Book Blurb for Educating Ethan by Jennifer Lynne
Ida Deloraine intends to build herself a new life and a new catering career, after a painful divorce. When the much younger Ethan Holt moves in across the street, an innocent flirtation quickly becomes serious when the two realise their age difference is no barrier to all-consuming passion. But Ethan is the exact opposite of what Ida is looking for in a sexual partner. In her eyes he is young and vibrant, with his life and his dreams still ahead of him, whereas hers are all in the past. Can Ethan, who is fighting his own demons in the form of a car accident, failed marriage and forced career change, convince Ida to overcome the past and live for the moment? And just who is educating who in this cougar encounter?
Book Excerpt for Educating Ethan by Jennifer Lynne
Possibility, she thought. He represents the possibility of excitement. Of passion. The transient headiness of lust about to be fulfilled. All the things that most women wanted and rarely got. All the things that she wanted and had never truly had before.
"Ethan, do you mind if I ask how old you are?" She strove for dispassionate interest, took a careful sip of her wine then sat where he indicated, on a bench seat in a little breakfast nook. But her glass clattered hard on the windowsill when she put it down.
"No, I don't mind," he answered. "I'm twenty-five. And you're...what? Thirtyish?"
"Wow, you don't look that old."
Her tone was flat, and he flushed in response. "Shit! Sorry, that didn't come out right. I meant—"
"It's okay, Ethan. I think maybe I should—"
"Don't go! Hell!" He reached out to stop her as she began to rise, and then exhaled noisily. "I'm an idiot, Ida. I didn't mean it that way. I meant it...as a compliment, believe it or not. You look a lot younger than thirty-six. That's what I meant."
She saw genuine dismay in the depths of his eyes, and something in her relaxed.
"It's okay," she said again, but this time she meant it. "Thanks."
He sat heavily beside her and leaned close. That warm male scent closed around her, elusive and yet tangible enough to send her heart rate into overdrive. But he was still frowning. She reached out a finger to trace his jawline and a hint of stubble rasped against her fingertip. A firm jaw; stubborn-looking. Manly.
"Relax, Ethan," she said. "I won't bite. Unless you want me to, that is." Oh my God, did I actually say that out loud?
His intake of breath was sharp, and the brown eyes darkened almost black. "That sounds like an intriguing proposition."
His gaze dropped to her neck where, no doubt, he could see how fast her pulse was racing. She tried to slow her breathing, but when he reached up to trace along her collarbone with spread fingers, her breath caught. She could feel the faint tremble in his touch as he moved over the pulsing point in her neck to the rounded line of her camisole top.
"So." He stared into her eyes as one finger hooked onto the edge of the material."I just need to say the word, and you would bite me? Anywhere?" One brow lifted slightly at her breathless nod. "And if I were to bite you, Miss Ida, where would you want it? Just out of curiosity, you know." His fingers danced along the line of her top in a caress that felt incredibly intimate, avoiding her now jutting nipples but all the more enticing because of its elusive restraint. "Educate me."