What Love Looks Like by USA Today Bestselling Author #NikkiAsh is releasing on December 29th! Read for a little sneak peek of this double single parent romance that will have you laughing and swooning from beginning to end.
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“To Sawyer!” Lisa lifts her glass, and I hold my breath in fear of whatever she’s about to say, praying nobody can hear her over the loud hotel bar music. “May you use your new position to educate the minds of our future generation, help shape our troubled youth, and never get arrested for sleeping with a student.”
Raising my glass, I clink it with hers, groaning at her crassness but not bothering to reprimand her. Over the years, I’ve learned she says whatever she wants, and calling her out will only make her worse.
Besides, her toast isn’t entirely off base since I’ve just accepted my first teaching position, all thanks to a teacher who did sleep with her student and was fired—something I will definitely not be doing.
“To me,” I agree because, despite her drunken toast, I’m proud of myself. I’ve busted my ass these past four years, and now I have a degree in English education to show for it. After this summer, I’ll be stepping into a classroom and doing what I love: teaching. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, it felt like just that… a dream. But I worked hard and made it happen, and now my dream is a reality.
“Scott’s calling me,” Lisa says, eyeing her phone. “He must be here. I’m going to go find him.” She swallows down the last of her drink and then kisses my cheek before taking off to chase down her husband.
“Congratulations,” a masculine voice says, making me twist to the side to face him. When I meet his eyes, they’re dancing with mirth, and I know he heard everything Lisa just said. “A teacher, I assume?”
I nod, taking a sip of my drink. “Yes, twelfth grade English, and thank you.”
His eyes scan my body, just long enough to take me in but not for so long that he looks like a perv. “I think you have a better chance of sleeping with your students than shaping their minds.” My eyes go wide, not expecting that. “Have you seen those TikTok videos?” He cringes, his entire body dramatically shuddering. “I’m not sure any of them are capable of being shaped or educated. But if you were my English teacher in high school, I have no doubt I would’ve tried to hit on you.”
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💛 Preorder on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3EioDis
💛 Add to your TBR: bit.ly/3o0mDFG
💛 Signed copies: https://bit.ly/3ubkcBr
“To Sawyer!” Lisa lifts her glass, and I hold my breath in fear of whatever she’s about to say, praying nobody can hear her over the loud hotel bar music. “May you use your new position to educate the minds of our future generation, help shape our troubled youth, and never get arrested for sleeping with a student.”
Raising my glass, I clink it with hers, groaning at her crassness but not bothering to reprimand her. Over the years, I’ve learned she says whatever she wants, and calling her out will only make her worse.
Besides, her toast isn’t entirely off base since I’ve just accepted my first teaching position, all thanks to a teacher who did sleep with her student and was fired—something I will definitely not be doing.
“To me,” I agree because, despite her drunken toast, I’m proud of myself. I’ve busted my ass these past four years, and now I have a degree in English education to show for it. After this summer, I’ll be stepping into a classroom and doing what I love: teaching. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, it felt like just that… a dream. But I worked hard and made it happen, and now my dream is a reality.
“Scott’s calling me,” Lisa says, eyeing her phone. “He must be here. I’m going to go find him.” She swallows down the last of her drink and then kisses my cheek before taking off to chase down her husband.
“Congratulations,” a masculine voice says, making me twist to the side to face him. When I meet his eyes, they’re dancing with mirth, and I know he heard everything Lisa just said. “A teacher, I assume?”
I nod, taking a sip of my drink. “Yes, twelfth grade English, and thank you.”
His eyes scan my body, just long enough to take me in but not for so long that he looks like a perv. “I think you have a better chance of sleeping with your students than shaping their minds.” My eyes go wide, not expecting that. “Have you seen those TikTok videos?” He cringes, his entire body dramatically shuddering. “I’m not sure any of them are capable of being shaped or educated. But if you were my English teacher in high school, I have no doubt I would’ve tried to hit on you.”
💛 To read the rest of the chapter, click here
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