Live And Yearn
Nanette Vicknair eyed her bed with equal parts anxious trepidation and heightened exhilaration. Trepidation, because ever since that impromptu kiss from Charles Roussel two weeks ago, she hadn't been able to sleep without repeating the experience in her dreams.
And exhilaration for the same reason.
She needed a restful night of sleep, and she hadn't had one since Roussel had pressed her against his car and made her momentarily forget who she was, where she was, or what he was—a first-class jerk. Tomorrow was the first day of school at Gramercy High, and an exhausted English teacher would be easy prey for a fresh group of ninth graders, many of whom would test her limits from the get-go. She loved her job, loved the teens she taught, but the first day of high school—and particularly, their first day in her class—was one that established the gro ... read full excerpt from Live and Yearn ebook
