Nicole Morgan, the new second grade teacher at Pineview Elementary school, has it all together in the classroom; it’s her personal life that she can’t find peace with. Unable to let go of the guilt that she is harboring from her past, she punishes herself by running from all potential relationships.
Her patience is put to the test when Dailan O’Maley the obnoxious but very sexy uncle of one of her students enters her life. She slowly cracks away at Dailan’s crude, crass exterior when they are forced to work together for the sake of his nephew. The two of them learn a lesson in love that neither had planned as they discover that the guilt they are hiding deep inside isn’t the only thing they have in common. Unbeknownst to her, he holds more than just the key to her heart.
Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed Creative Writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen - or in today's world a touch of the keyboard.
My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? I was born and have lived in New Jersey my whole life. I'm a mom of twin teenage boys, a teenage stepson, a crazy Border Collie and a cat with an identity crisis! I guess you can say writing is my form of Calgon! I am married to a wonderful guy - but we'll keep that between us, I don't want him getting a big head!
"An Unplanned Life" the sequel/prequel to "An Unplanned Lesson" will be releasing on 11/7/13 and I already have a vested interest in the characters of my next novel "A Cry For Hope" releasing some time in 2014.....stay tuned for details!
The waitress came over to take our order and I couldn’t help but notice Dailan checking her out when she walked away. “You know that’s just wrong,” I commented.
“What?” he asked, clearly aware to what I was referring.
“The way you look at women like they’re sex objects.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “You know,I like that girl that I met at the bar that night better than the uptight school teacher.”
“Good, ‘cause that girl that you met in the bar doesn’t exist,” I said.
“Oh I betcha if that girl had a few drinks she would come back out,” he said with a smirk.
I looked over, forgetting that Ryan was even there. He was coloring the picture on the back of his placemat, not paying any mind to the bantering going on between me and his uncle. I picked up a crayon and began coloring with him in an effort not to make any more conversation with his uncle. I finally looked up when I could feel him staring at me.
“What?” I asked in annoyance.
He was laughing and trying to play innocent. I had to admit that he looked absolutely adorable at that particular moment with his cute boyish grin.
“Why are you staring at me?” I asked.
“Because I think you’re hot,” he said as he chewed on his straw and his smile became even wider. Ryan started to giggle, never taking his eyes from his coloring.
I pursed my lips and shook my head. “What, are you twelve?” His only response was the arrogant smirk that I had become so acquainted with over the past few months. “You know what – why did I even agree to come out with you tonight? Oh wait—that’s right, I didn’t agree, you just took it upon yourself to barge into my classroom and demand that I go,” I said, not finding any humor in his immature behavior.
“Do you always take demands like that from a man, darlin’? If so, I think I need to get you in the bedroom,” he said as he rubbed the scruff on his cheek.
I couldn’t take his obnoxious behavior anymore. I shook my head and shot him a dirty look before giving him a swift kick in the knee.
“Ouch, that wasn’t very nice,” he said as he rubbed his knee under the table.
“Keep it up and I’ll aim just a little higher.”
“Then that would be your loss.”
“Oh, I’m sure it wouldn’t be,” I snapped.
Ryan seemed unfazed by it all as he continued to color. I realized now exactly where Ryan got his colorful vocabulary - from the immature, arrogant male chauvinist sitting across from me. Did I mention incredibly sexy as well?
I sat at my desk, waiting for my students to pile in. Monday morning at 8:58 am had to be the most dreaded time of the week for any teacher. I got up to greet the children as they started to arrive with the walkers/car riders first, then each individual busload. The silence that filled the air just a few short moments ago was now filled with laughter, gasps, singing, and every other sound in between.
I paid particular attention to Ryan, who came walking in with Kyle, another little boy in my class with whom Ryan was becoming close friends. It made me happy to see Ryan starting to form relationships with his classmates. He was looking absolutely adorable wearing a black ski jacket and a black winter hat. He was bogged down by his backpack and another bag that he was holding in his hand. He walked over to my desk, quickly taking the backpack off his back. I grabbed the other bag that he was holding to help him out.
“These are for you,” he said, pointing to the bag.
I looked at him, puzzled, as I opened the bag to find two cookie tins. I slowly removed the lid from one of the tins to find layers of perfectly formed gingerbread men, with all their body parts intact.
“Did you make these, Ryan?” I asked with a smile.
He nodded, looking very proud of himself. “Well, me and my uncle did.” He sighed as if he was displeased with something.
“What’s wrong, Ryan?”
“Miss Morgan, my uncle said a lot of words on the inappropriate list yesterday when he was making those. I tried to remind him every time, but then he burnt his hand when he took them out of the oven and he started saying words that I never even heard before, but I think they were inappropriate. I told him to use the potholder, but he doesn’t listen.”
I smiled and shook my head just imagining the words that were spewing from his mouth.
“Miss Morgan, is that f-word still inappropriate when you say Mother before it?”
I looked at Ryan and nodded.
“Oh, then he really did say a lot of inappropriate things,” Ryan said with disappointment.
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