Book Title: Falling for the Professor (Falling for You #1)
Author and Publisher: Colette Davison
Cover Artist: Colette Davison
Release Date: October 24, 2025
Tense/POV: First person, present tense/alternating POV
Genres: Contemporary MM Romance
Tropes: Age-gap (8 years), professor/university student, secret relationship
Themes: Self-discovery, learning to love again
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 50 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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I wanted to distract the professor; I didn’t expect to fall for him.
Blurb
Richard’s wife cheated on him, and his marriage has fallen apart. He’s in desperate need of a distraction, and I volunteer.
The problem?
He lectures at the university where I study. Fooling around with students is frowned upon. But with my graduation right around the corner, it’s a risk we’re willing to take. Besides, it’s only one night. Isn’t it?
As one night of passion turns into several, will we be able to keep our relationship secret until after graduation?
Falling for the Professor is a high-heat, 50,000-word contemporary M/M romance, with an eight-year age-gap, lots of sneaking around, encounters in semi-public places, and a lecturer who discovers he loves being called ‘Professor’.
“You find kissing relaxing, huh?” I ask in the most innocent tone I can muster.
Not that there’s anything innocent about kissing my ex-maths professor on the bonnet of my Land Rover. But hey, if this is how he wants to forget his woes, I’m not going to complain.
“I like kissing, too.” I unfold my arms from under my head, fist his shirt, and pull him so our lips are tantalisingly close.
He arches an eyebrow as he stares into my eyes. “You want me to kiss you again?”
“Yes. If that’s what you want.”
He dips his lips to mine, kissing me with the same desperate fervour as before. I part my lips and suck on his whisky-flavoured tongue as he slips it into my mouth.
“Just checking—you’re not drunk, are you?” I search his face and his eyes.
He doesn’t seem to be drunk. His pupils aren’t dilated, and he’s not slurring his speech.
“After two whiskies over an hour ago?”
I chuckle. “You might be a lightweight for all I know.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t drive, but I know what I’m doing.” He cups my face and strokes my cheek. Regret floods his eyes. “You don’t mind being my distraction?”
“Nope. I’m twenty-two. I think about sex every ten seconds.”
Richard snorts. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“I read it somewhere, so it must be true.”
“Do you know how many times a day that would work out at?”
“No. Enlighten me.”
He narrows his eyes. “Every ten seconds would be six times a minute, which is three hundred and sixty times an hour. Assuming you’re awake for sixteen hours, that would be five thousand, seven hundred and sixty times a day.”
I should not find a man doing mental maths quickly so fucking sexy, but I do. “Why are you assuming that I don’t think about sex while I’m asleep?”
He laughs. “No one thinks about sex almost six thousand times a day.”
“Let’s find out.” I take my phone out of my pocket and type ‘how often do men think about sex’ into the search bar. I pout at the answer.
“Well?” Richard asks.
“Only nineteen times a day,” I reply sullenly. “I must be above average.”
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
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