Head of the class... Garrett Daniels has this whole life thing figured out. The cocky, charismatic former high school star quarterback is an idolized football coach and "cool" teacher in the hometown where he's not just a golden boy — he's platinum. He has good friends, a great house on the lake, and the best damn sidekick a man could ask for: Snoopy, the albino beagle. Then...Callie Carpenter comes home. And knocks him right on his tight end zone. Back to school... Callie has a pretty sweet life herself...on the other side of the country. But circumstances — that she'd prefer to never speak of again — have brought her back home, helping out her parents and substitute teaching at her old high school. Now she's facing bickering, raging hormones, constant gossip, awkward weirdness, and drama galore...and that's just the teachers. Just like old times... When Garrett offers to show his former high school sweetheart the secrets of his winning teacher ways, Callie jumps at the chance - and then has to stop herself from jumping him. Good friends are all they can ever be. Or...these teachers just might end up getting schooled — hard — by love. Includes a special bonus interview with the author! ©2018 Emma Chase (P)2018 Audible Originals, LLC.
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Callie just loves her students, “little effnutters don’t know who the h**l they’re dealing with,” I growl." Garrett is learning that kids like to over share things, “I can sprint home in ten, do the deed, and be back here in fifteen.” Apparently, DJ s***s as fast as he runs— there’s something I could’ve gone my whole da*n life without knowing." Garrett is crude at times, "I roll over. “Wait, let me check.” I slide my hand into my pants, cupping my junk. “Yeah, I still have a ***k. Why would shopping cheer me up?” Garrett always looks at the bright side of things, "Callie and I hit the grocery store together— because even something as boring as grocery shopping is better if I can look at Callie’s *** while doing it." I loved this book, there was so much heart in it. Garrett was entertaining with his thoughts and Callie was just the ying to his yang.
Callie just loves her students, “little effnutters don’t know who the h**l they’re dealing with,” I growl." Garrett is learning that kids like to over share things, “I can sprint home in ten, do the deed, and be back here in fifteen.” Apparently, DJ s***s as fast as he runs— there’s something I could’ve gone my whole da*n life without knowing." Garrett is crude at times, "I roll over. “Wait, let me check.” I slide my hand into my pants, cupping my junk. “Yeah, I still have a ***k. Why would shopping cheer me up?” Garrett always looks at the bright side of things, "Callie and I hit the grocery store together— because even something as boring as grocery shopping is better if I can look at Callie’s *** while doing it." I loved this book, there was so much heart in it. Garrett was entertaining with his thoughts and Callie was just the ying to his yang.
High school parking lots are one of the most dangerous places on earth. I don’t have statistics to back that up…but I know it’s true. I pull into the school parking lot Monday morning in my Dad’s giant, newly repaired mint-green Buick, with Back in Black by AC/DC blasting from the speakers. I feel tough, powerful—like I’m driving a tank. I’m a badass teacher—I’ll run you down even if you’re a student—I’ve got twenty-nine more in class just like you. The outfit helps too—leather boots, blue jeans, a starched white blouse and a black leather jacket. It’s my armor. The morning air is cool and crisp today, but I barely feel it. I’m locked and loaded and ready to roll. As I march towards the main entrance, I spot Garrett and Dean and Alison Bellinger outside the doors. They pause when they see me, waiting. “Damn,” Dean chuckles. “Callie’s got her shit-kickers on. Did you dig them out of a mosh pit from 1993?” Garrett crosses his arms. “Somebody’s channeling Michelle Pfiefer in Dangerous Minds.” He looks fantastic. His hair is tousled from the breeze and kisses his brow, and he’s wearing a dark blue sweater that’s snug around his biceps and soft, worn, light blue jeans. I remember his arms around me yesterday on my parent’s porch. The wonder and exhilaration of the moment. Of him. The intensity in his eyes, the desire and possessiveness in the grasp of his hands. The scorching feel of his mouth, his wet talented tongue that made my stomach swirl and my head spin. So much for not complicating things. But I’m not going to play head games with myself or Garrett—we’re too old for that shit. I have feelings for him—I always have—our break-up had nothing to do with either of us not wanting each other desperately. But these aren’t just leftover echoes of a sweet, first love—this is something new. A throbbing, breathless attraction to the amazing man he’s become. I want to be near him. I want to know him, inside and out, all over again. And he feels the same way. Garrett wants this version of me as much as he always did—maybe even more. I heard it in his whispered words and felt it in his kiss. I don’t know if we have a future, if it can go anywhere. We have separate lives on opposite ends of the country. But I’m not going to worry about that—for now, I’m going to take each day as it comes and enjoy every moment we can. Except for now. Now is not the time for enjoying or worrying or relationship building…now is the time for focusing. Now is the time to be ice and steel—don’t smile, don’t waver. “Little fucknutters don’t know who the hell they’re dealing with,” I growl. Allison pumps her fist. “That’s the spirit.” Garrett opens the door for me. “Go get ‘em, Gangster’s Paradise.”
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