Celeste Price is an eighth-grade English instructor in suburban Tampa. She’s undeniably appealing. She drives a crimson Corvette with tinted home windows. Her hubby, Ford, is rich, square-jawed, and specialized in her.

But Celeste’s devotion lays elsewhere. She has a singular sexual obsession-fourteen-year-old males. Celeste pursues her craving with sociopathic meticulousness and forethought; her single purpose in becoming a instructor is to fulfill her passion and provide her usage of her compulsion. As the about Tampa novel opens, fall semester at Jefferson Jr. Large is beginning.

In only weeks, Celeste has chosen and lured the lusciously naive Jack Patrick into her web. Jack port is enthralled and in awe of his teacher, and, most significant, willing to accept Celeste’s terms for a top secret relationship-car rides after college; rendezvous at Jack’s house while his solitary father works late; body-slamming encounters in Celeste’s clear classroom between intervals.

Ever mindful of the danger-the perpetual risk of exposure, Jack’s father’s very own attraction to her, as well as the ticking clock simply because Jack leaves innocent boyhood behind-the hyperbolically insatiable Celeste bypasses each hurdle with swift thinking and shameless determination, even when the solutions involve higher misdeeds than the affair itself. In slaking her intimate thirst, Celeste Price is normally remorseless and deviously free from hesitation, a monstress powered by pure inspiration. She deceives everyone, and cares nothing at all for anyone or anything but her own satisfaction.

With crackling, rampantly unadulterated prose, Tampa is a grand, uncompromising, seriocomic study of want and a scorching literary debut.