Hot For Teacher(55)

“I’m not going anywhere, Jack Hamilton. I’m finally home,” Edith whispers in my ear. I know we’re slowly moving past whatever hurdles we’ve had. Doesn’t mean life is perfect, but we’re working on it.

“Sure took you long enough, babe,” I tease her and she pinches my stomach, letting me know we’re all right. She hasn’t said she loves me, but she’s not ready for that yet. I can wait. Statistically speaking, we’re probably better off than most couples at this point, and I’m willing to bet we’re going to do just fine.

THE END…




Jack and Edith will be back in 2015 for the next semester.

XOXO – M.C. Cerny





About the author

M.C. Cerny is the author of the romantic suspense Reed Series, having published book one, Flashpoint, earlier this year. M.C. Cerny is a devout runner with a wanderlust that fuels her writing. She is most appreciative to her supportive team, including her very own Mr. Flashpoint, troublemaking child, and three fur balls of the feline variety. Many thanks go to her rock star editor: Kim Young; PR: Danielle; PA: Angie; The Reed Series Street Team; the betas; TJ, the best guy BFF; BH and KK – you girls rock!

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The Life Plan



Prequel

By

Phalla S. Rios





Prologue


Gingers earned a freckle for every soul they stole.

That was what he told me. And I believed it.

I trusted him.

He was the only soul I wanted to steal.

The only soul that knew my secrets and understood me.

Our souls were sealed together.

Forever.

I had my first kiss when I was ten years old and it changed my life forever.

He was sixteen, almost twice my age. And I fell. Hard. It wasn’t an adult kiss that included tongue and lust; just a small peck that didn’t last very long. But that was all it took to change the course of our friendship.

You might be appalled to learn that a ten year old was hanging out with a teenage boy, and questioning where my parents were. But my dad was there. He was the one who took me to Connor Tomlinson’s home every Friday night.

Connor Tomlinson.

His name was forever etched into my life plan.

He was the boy who’d driven me to start the list I needed to abide by. It scared me to have such strong feelings, but I wanted Connor. I wanted him bad. I was young, but I’d seen enough desire, lust and sex to know what those three things can do to someone when they weren’t careful. My dad wasn’t careful, thrusting me into his world and damaging my childhood as he’d spiraled out of control.





Chapter 1


My hand clenched the Boston University acceptance letter; a University far, far away from home. I could finally escape.

“Earth to Vida?”

My friend Amber waved her hand in my face to get my attention, bringing me back to reality. I blinked twice as I tried to focus.

“Where the hell did you go?” She laughed and looked expectantly, her hazel eyes shining with questions. “So? What does the letter say?”

We were standing right outside of our art appreciation classroom with all of our classmates and I couldn’t decide if I should scream my good news or whisper so no one could hear me. Jealousy was running rampant during our senior year while everyone tried to get into the best colleges.

“I got in with a full ride!” I screamed, wanting the world to know I was going to be free.

Amber grabbed both my hands and jumped up and down, her brown hair flapping around her shoulders. “Oh my God! Oh my God! We need to celebrate after school!” She threw herself on me, hugging me tightly. “You so deserve this, my friend,” she whispered.

Tears pooled in my eyes, and warmth spread through me as I hugged her back. Amber broke away, grabbing the letter from me and taking them close to her face with both hands. She proceeded to read each word of the letter back to me. My attention slipped as I heard the click of the lock to our classroom door, and the students entered our classroom, leaving just Amber and me in the hallway.

I grabbed the letter from her. “Let’s get to class. You can finish reading after school while we celebrate.”

“Oops. I didn’t notice that everyone had left.” She laughed as she grabbed her backpack off the ground and walked into the classroom before me. I grabbed my messenger bag and followed her inside.

Amber walked straight to our double-seated table, but my feet stopped working, cementing themselves to the ground right by the door as my eyes locked on the teacher at the front of the class. I’d expected to see Mr. Roberts, our gray-haired teacher with dark eyes who always managed to scare me just a little.