When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

⚠️ WARNING: Big age-gap, teacher and student relationship, and a little bit graphic out of descriptions. "When you love something...you fight for it, but when someone drives you besotted you will do everything for desire even to put your life at risk." ----------------------------------- A thirty-three-year-old woman who has mastered the art of concealment, and a twenty-one-year-old girl whose curiosity compels her to uncloak every mystery that dares to hold her gaze. When their paths collide, mountains of paradox rise between them-age, authority, restraint, and unspoken longing. Yet compassion, fragile and dangerous, blooms in the valleys of despair they never meant to share. This is not a love that arrives gently. It is a slow burn-one that simmers beneath stolen glances, fractured morals, and choices that could cost everything. •I just wanted to let you know that this is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE.