The Professor

The Professor

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Currently being edited January 2023 Anna's final year of college is supposed to be flawless. She has her future planned down to the smallest detail, determined to finish strong and let nothing stand in her way. But when a single reckless night puts her in danger, a blue-eyed stranger swoops in and saves her-sweeping her off her feet in every sense of the word. Determined to forget the encounter and cling to her carefully constructed life, Anna tries to move on. Yet fate has a cruel sense of humor. When she runs into Christian again, the spark between them is undeniable-magnetic, dangerous, impossible to ignore. But as their lives collide, buried secrets rise to the surface, and what begins as an unexpected romance quickly twists into something far more perilous. Can Anna and Christian hold on to the love that pulls them together-or will the darkness from their past destroy them before they have the chance?
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