Tracy Dexter couldn't deny her attraction to her new boss. Mark Prescott looked more like a jet-set playboy than a high-school principal--and he acted like one, too. It wasn't right for Tracy to go out with him, not when her friend Rose had already staked a claim.
It wasn't right, even though Mark's eyes were so persuasive, his kiss so probing and intense. Even though his hands scorched her body with a teasing, raging fire.... And when he gently lowered her to the floor she couldn't find the words to say no.
Maris Soule has had 6 mysteries, 25 romances, and 2 short stories published. In addition to twice being a RITA finalist, several of her romances have placed and won in other writing contests. Her 30th book, ECHOES OF TERROR, a thriller set in Skagway, Alaska, won first place in the 2017 Florida Writers Associations Royal Palm Literary Competition's mystery/suspense category, and in 2025 her unpublished suspense won first place in the FWA's Royal Palm Literary Competition for an unpublished suspense. Born and raised in California, Soule was working on a master's degree in art history at UCSB when she met and married her husband. The Soules, who have two grown children and two granddaughters, now live in Michigan, but for 13 years they spent their winters in Florida. Over the years she's raised and shown Rhodesian Ridgebacks; taught art, math, and some college English; has continued painting and drawing; and enjoys (along with her husband) boating on Lake Michigan. She writes a bi-weekly blog on the craft of writing (https: //marissoule.com/blog/). She is a member of MWA, MRW, Sisters-in-Crime, FWA, and Authors' Guild.
Sexual harassment 101. Also, a little stalker-y and coercive. No means no, dude. Thank all that is holy and infernal that Romance as a genre has grown past this If this were a book being released today, it would be a one-star, but I did make some allowances for this having been published in 1983 and the characters were better-developed than in the last category title I read. But, still, a whole lotta "nope".