Top 5 Things NOT to Do
at Your College Reunion
by Libby Waterford
My contemporary erotic novella, Passionate History, is set during reunion weekend at a fictional New England liberal arts school. I recently attended my own college reunion at my real-life New England liberal arts school, and here’s what I learned. Have a reunion coming up? You’re welcome.
- Stay in the dorms. If the beds weren’t comfortable when you were a student, then they aren’t going to be comfortable 5, 10, 20+ years later. Get a hotel room.
- Get drunk at your class reunion party. No one wants to see that.
- Tell your college dream guy/girl you used to have a crush on them. They’re probably happily married now and it will just make your Facebook interactions awkward.
- Stint on coffee. Caffeine probably helped you pass all your classes. You’ll need it to face the same catch-up conversation with dozens of people you haven’t seen in five years and won’t see for another five.
- Look up the professor that you slept with that one time (unless you are the heroine of my novella, Passionate History). Do you really want to rekindle all that drama?
For more helpful tips, check out Passionate History, and good luck facing your reunion!
by Libby Waterford
A contemporary erotic romance novella
On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross seduces her favorite art history professor. She doesn’t expect buttoned-up Professor Worthy to give her the best sex of her life, or anticipate that leaving him to start her post-college life would be so difficult. Their unforgettable encounter haunts her, and five years later, she finds herself back on campus for her college reunion—with a specific goal in mind. How hard could it be to convince her ex-professor to write her a letter of recommendation for graduate school?
Straight-laced Professor Aidan Worthy has adhered to his carefully-aligned morals his entire teaching career…until Bree Ross walks into his classroom. Guilt plagues him for his one transgression because that one amazing night has been seared onto his brain. When she waltzes back into his life after five years of silence, he’s not thrilled. But he can’t deny the illicit spark they once shared has not disappeared, and he worries he won’t be able to resist temptation a second time.
Over the course of the tumultuous reunion and commencement weekend at Weston University, rain, relatives, and rental cars force the two to confront their sizzling desire and burgeoning feelings. Is their passionate history enough to keep them together, or will it drive them apart?
“Can I be of some assistance?” he asked, his voice mild. She jerked up at his words.
“Professor—Aidan,” she said, sounding embarrassed.
Good. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to find my rental car. I think I parked it somewhere around here, and I can’t exactly remember what it looks like.”
“Can’t you click the remote key? If it’s nearby the lights will go off when you unlock it.” There, his brain had produced a sensible suggestion, even as it occupied itself with cataloguing her scent, the tired smudges under her eyes, and the curve of her hips outlined by a flowy skirt.
“I would, except the only car left on the lot was some micro-budget sedan. I can’t remember the model.” She held her key out to him. “No remote entry.”
“Can you call the rental car company?”
“I tried. They’re closed.”
Aidan stood in the street, staring at her. Bree Ross. Former student. Former lover. It was unbelievably frustrating how much he still desired her. But perhaps this was the universe telling him he had a second chance to be a gentleman.
“Well, you can’t go around looking in every car on campus. You’ll get arrested. Come on, I can give you a ride.”
“Oh, no, thanks. I can walk.”
“It’s pitch black and about to rain. I’m not letting you walk anywhere alone tonight.”
“I can go to the green, to the dance. I can catch a ride with a friend.”
“Then I’ll walk you to the dance.”
“That’s all right—”
“Bree.” His voice was a warning. “Don’t be an idiot. Let me help you.”