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Savor
Series:
Cottonwood Falls ~
Book 5
Publisher: Sensual Romance Publishing
March 2015
ISBN #:
Genre: Contemporary/Interracial
Format: Ebook
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When you slow it
all down, you’re allowed to savor.
Piers Cuyper is a single father. His son, having withdrawn since his
mother’s death, needs a teacher who will bring out the best in him.
Piers found that teacher in London Rhymes. But that wasn’t all he found
in her.
London Rhymes loved teaching the children of Cottonwood Falls. Her
steadfast rule of not getting involved with one of her students parents
went by the wayside when she met Piers. He could be everything she’d
ever possibly want but will she allow herself the chance? |
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London harrumphed as she stared at the women around her.
“Y’all are crazy; you know that, don’t you?”
Sarah Mallery and Kendria Bonher shared a glance before
shrugging with false innocence then laughing even harder.
“I fail to see what’s so funny,” London griped.
“Do you ever take your head out of your comic books?” Sarah
asked, eyes sparkling.
“Only when I’m teaching, and why does it sound dirty coming
from your mouth?”
“Because life is more than the Surface League.”
“Justice League,” London corrected immediately.
“Whatever.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Help me out here,
Kendria.”
Vance’s fiancée toasted them with her lemonade. “I want to
hear more of the hot ass man who demanded you teach his son.
Not Hawkgirl, Black Cat, or whatever their names are.”
London heaved a sigh. “Shameful.” She ate the last bite of
her banana cream pie then forked up the few remaining
chocolate shavings. “So, I didn’t know he was one of those
fake wrestlers.”
Sarah and Kendria shared another look before laughing all
over again. “My God, girl,” Sarah said. “You are truly
oblivious. But you know about what character has what
abilities.”
Unrepentant, London shrugged. “That interests me. I’m a
nerd. A geek. Fake wrestling with grown men hitting one
another with chairs and forms of stupidity mean nothing to
me.”
“He’s not a wrestler,” Kendria informed her, grabbing at her
sides she laughed so hard.
London waved a hand. “Right, he retired.”
“Lord love a duck.” Sarah shook her head. “He was a MMA
fighter.”
“Fighter. Wrestler. Whatever. They’re in a cage or ring.
Trying to beat the snot out of someone else.”
“It’s pointless,” Kendria announced. “She’s not going to get
the significance.” She took another drink, and her large
engagement ring on her hand flashed in the sun streaming in
the café’s window. “She’s utterly clueless about this.”
Happily so. “Why’s it important?” she asked her
friends. “He’s retired, so, right now, he’s a father.”
London did her best to ignore the spirals of heat that grew
in her every time she thought about him.
“Because he’s single, and you’re teaching his child.”
“Sarah. I’m not about to get involved with one of my
students’ fathers.”
“Not one of. Him. Christ, have you seen his body? Can you
sit there and honestly say you’ve not thought about what
being in his arms would be like?” Sarah rotated the cup in
her hand.
Okay, so she couldn’t say that. “So, he’s hot.” They both
raised their eyebrows at her. “He is. I won’t lie. But he’s
off limits.”
Kendria gazed past her. “We’ll see.”
The overflow of amusement in her gaze combined with the deep
tissue shiver that overtook London told her who neared. I
will not turn. No matter how much she craved to
lay eyes upon him.
Turned out she didn’t have to for he walked by their table.
She could smell his aftershave—rich, masculine, sexy.
Yummy. |
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Copyright © Aliyah
Burke, 2015.
All Rights Reserved. |
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