beg to differ. I’m not the girl I used to be, and now is my chance to prove it.
lot of bridges and hurt a lot of people. Only this time, I’m not a student…I’m a teacher. I want to repair
the damage I caused and move on…hopefully with Bennett Sawyer.
happens to be one of my new students—and the principal’s son. I didn’t know it when we began dating,
and now we’ve got to put an end to our relationship, or risk losing everything.
But the attraction between us is unstoppable,
and when jealousy gets in the way, all I want to do is mark my territory, but I
can I stay away from him and pretend he means nothing…until he graduates in ten
with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary
YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.
husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and
cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favourite movies.
We’d never had a meaningful conversation,
other than how tight to make the handcuffs, and I wasn’t about to start with my father as the
does he? I mean, he was laying the moves on you after school.”
you didn’t notice the way he stood too close, or let his hand linger on your body too long?” I
She was so close again, I could just reach out and pull her to me. “Did it make you feel
was glad she didn’t enjoy his attention.
She licked her lips, and her fingers twitched in front of her. She looked as though she was fighting the
urge to reach for me as much as I was.
moments and flicked it between us, “is over. You know that, right?”
I knew she was right. It had to end, but that
didn’t mean I had to like it. We were great together. She was made for me, my hands, my body, and
given enough time, it could have become something more. I said I was an ass before, but that wasn’t
true. I liked her and could maybe come to care about her more, but I wasn’t that much of a jerk to
continue this affair and risk her job, her reputation—hell, even her freedom. Or mine. If my father
discovered our relationship, he’d kick me out without even blinking.
between us. Her breath caught in her throat as she lowered her head and looked at the ground. My left
hand rested on her hip, and my right grabbed her hair, pulling it tightly until she was staring me in the
eyes. Her entire body pressed against mine. I leaned down, and my body hummed, wanting to kiss her
one last time but knowing I shouldn’t. I brushed my lips against her cheek and smiled when she melted
against me, trying to turn her face so I’d kiss her.
then I released her, stepped back, and opened my car door. “I’ll see you at school, Ms.