It’s spring break, and a
group of teachers from Half Moon Bay Middle School are planning to cut loose.
History teacher Meg Phillips hadn’t planned on being one of them—Vegas isn’t
really a town for a bookworm—but somehow she let her friend Anne talk her into
it.
Though honestly, she’d rather indulge in some poolside reading than co-star in an R-rated edition of Teachers Gone Wild.
It took some major arm twisting for Finn Walsh to convince his fellow gym teacher, Anne, to do whatever it took to get Meg to Vegas. For over a year he’s been looking for the chance to get to know her outside of work. He’s drawn to her quiet beauty and intelligence—and the hint of fire beneath her understated exterior.
When he finally gets the opportunity to peel away those layers, the result is far more explosive than he ever fantasized. Now to convince her that the week isn’t a wildly out-of-character mistake, but the start of something amazing...
Though honestly, she’d rather indulge in some poolside reading than co-star in an R-rated edition of Teachers Gone Wild.
It took some major arm twisting for Finn Walsh to convince his fellow gym teacher, Anne, to do whatever it took to get Meg to Vegas. For over a year he’s been looking for the chance to get to know her outside of work. He’s drawn to her quiet beauty and intelligence—and the hint of fire beneath her understated exterior.
When he finally gets the opportunity to peel away those layers, the result is far more explosive than he ever fantasized. Now to convince her that the week isn’t a wildly out-of-character mistake, but the start of something amazing...
Teaser Excerpt:
Meg got stuck in
the middle seat on the plane.
She should have
known it was a bad sign. The seventh grade science teacher, Carla, dumped her
rum and Coke all over Meg’s white shirt and tan capris on the flight to Vegas.
No amount of dabbing in the miniscule airplane bathroom had managed to get the
sticky stain out or removed the stink of distillery that floated in a cloud
around her.
Awesome start to
the vacay.
She slumped in
her seat, feeling disgusting, and cranked up the volume on her iPod to drown
out the two English teachers’ giggling. How had she let Anne talk her into
this? How could her three best friends have conspired against her this way? She
could be home with a glass of wine—in her hand and not on her clothes—reading
the new Cleopatra biography, sitting in the wicker chair on her balcony with
her feet propped on the railing. She clenched her teeth as turbulence made the
plane shudder and her stomach flip.
Thank God this
was a short flight.
Thirty minutes
later, she was waiting for her luggage to come around the carousel. The flash
of bright lights and jarring sounds from the slot machines made her head ache.
The cacophony seemed to permeate every inch of the airport. She really should
have stayed home and played a hermit—it had to be more fun than this. The rum
and Coke had formed a stiff crust in her shirt, bra, and capris. All she wanted
right now was a hot shower in the hotel. Her stomach rumbled loudly—a reminder
that she’d been trapped in the plane during lunchtime. Food would be good too,
but cleaning up and a new set of clothes came first.
She refocused on
the luggage carousel just in time to see her bag go trundling past her. Leaning
forward, she made a grab for it. And missed. “Crap!”
“Got it.” Finn
plucked the heavy suitcase from the conveyer belt as if it weighed nothing.
Of course, it
had to be him who came to her rescue. The smile he gave her was enough to melt
any woman’s resistance and leave her panting after him. With his auburn hair,
laser blue eyes, and body to die for, he was too gorgeous for words, and he
clearly knew it. She stiffened her spine when he beckoned her toward him. She
knew she needed to retrieve her bag, but getting anywhere near the man was a
hazard to her mental health.
She wanted him.
It was as simple and as complicated as that. She wanted to use his very fine
body as her personal jungle gym. All night long. This kind of visceral reaction
to anyone was completely foreign territory for her, but her hormones did a
tango every time he was nearby, reminding her it had been a very long while
since she’d made time to go on a date, let alone get laid.
Contest Information
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About the Author
Crystal Jordan is originally
from California , but has lived all over the United States . Currently, she serves as a librarian at a
university in her home state, and she writes contemporary, paranormal,
futuristic, and erotic romance. Her publishers have included Kensington
Aphrodisia, Harlequin Spice Briefs, Ellora's Cave, and Samhain Publishing.
5 comments:
Thanks for having me today, Dawn! I'm so excited about this new book!
The middle seat is definitely the worst!
thanks for the cool giveaway
carrie dot rogozinski at gmail.com
Vegas as the setting, School teachers gone wild, sounds like my kind of book!
andralynn7 AT gmail DOT com
Can identify with the misery of the middle seat. People on both sides always taking both of the armrests too.
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Very nice excerpt
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