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Breathless, Savannah gaped up at him in wide-eyed wonderment. “Do you really think you can teach me how to feel, Jake? How to love?”

Those perfect lips curved into a tender smile. “Vanna, I know I can. The question is will you let me?”

Squeezing her eyes shut tight, Savannah sucked in a deep breath and gave a small nod. “I’d like that. Teach me, Jake. Teach me how to love.”

To be continued…





Back To School

By

Vicki Green





Emma Danielson’s last year of college and she still hates it. She still doesn’t know what to do with her life. Bartending at night, going to classes during the day, it’s killing not only her social life, but she’s so sleep deprived, she’s walking around like a zombie. However, when the new teacher walks into her music class, she definitely wakes up and takes notice.



Josh Tyler’s been shifted around from college to college as a temporary teacher for years, but this year he gets his own class. Problem is his playing and singing at night at the local bars and practicing doesn’t give him too much time to sleep or do too much of anything for that matter. He’s sick of all the women throwing themselves at him at the bars and longs for a serious relationship; a woman who loves him for him and not his stage presence. When he walks into the first day of his new music class and notices a beautiful girl sitting in the back, a fresh set of issues arise and a whole lot of trouble ensues.



Time to get back to school!





This is dedicated to the wonderful authors in the Hot For Teacher anthology. I’m honored to have my story with yours.

Mandee Mae, Missy Johnson, Liv Morris, Lisa M. Harley, M.C. Cerny, Nicole Blanchard,

Phalla S. Rios, Niquel, Amalie Silver and Elle Bright

Thank you for the honor and privilege.





This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.



Vicki Green Copyright 2014©



All rights reserved.



No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form with authorization of the Author Vicki Green©



Editor: Kathy Krick @K2 Editing:

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Chapter One


“Yo! We got a new band coming in this weekend. They’re really hot, sexy and man, can they play!” Tina yells from across the bar counter, and I roll my eyes. “Come on, Em! Lighten up! I hear the lead singer plays guitar, and he is sexier than hell.” She leans her arms on the counter rests her chin on her hands and gives me her puppy dog look. “Damn, girl. You need some sleep. Are those dark circles under your eyes?”

My hands cover my face as my eyes widen, and I smirk when I hear her laughter. I start to wipe off the counter again and nudge the cloth against her elbows. She moves and laughs again. “Shit! If you stayed up half the night and then had classes the next day, you’d have circles under your eyes too. I need to hurry and get home. I have shit to get together before my new classes start tomorrow.”

She starts to walk away and waves her rag at me. “Slow down and try to enjoy. At least it’s your last year.”

I roll my eyes again and blow out some air moving the long strand of my blonde hair that escaped from my braided ponytail out of my face. After finishing the counters and then mopping the floor behind the bar I head out the front door telling Burke, one of our largest bouncers, goodnight and walk towards my VW car. I love my little car, and even though it’s not new or in the best shape, it’s good on gas mileage and gets me where I need to go. After getting to my apartment, I see the light flashing on my answering machine and hit play. Yes, I’m one of the only people in the world without a cellphone and have a landline with a machine for messages. Well, with my pay and my bills, I don’t have the money for many luxuries. I’m thankful I brought my 13 inch TV with me from home.

“Emma, it’s your mother,” the machine shrills at me. Like I don’t know her voice. I roll my eyes and lean my elbow on the small table and sigh. “I just wanted to wish you well on your first day back at school tomorrow and tell you I’ve mailed you some money. Just a little something to help out. Give me a call when you can, you know how I worry.” Beep.

Yup, that’s my mom. After Dad left us when I was very young, she’s always struggled to make ends meet, but since I left for college, she’s always tried to send me a little something when she can. I’m exhausted but desperately in need of a shower, so I take a quick one and don’t even bother drying my hair. My bed feels so good, and it’s not long before I drift off.