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Title: Passing Grade
Author: R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Passing Grade:
I’ve always been a good girl.
Sure, I speed, I drank before I was 21, I’ve played hooky, and there was the one time I skipped class in high school.
But I’ve never gotten detention, been pulled over, fired, or arrested.
I’m a good girl.
Until I wasn’t.
I’m a bad, bad girl.
I’ve wanted to be a teacher as long as I can remember, and I would never do anything to give that up.
Until I meet Mace Wagner.
The first time I saw him, I thought he was the assistant football coach. He was tall, broad shouldered, and the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
I didn’t know he was my student.
I didn’t know he would screw my brains out.
I didn’t know I would fall in love with him.
I didn’t know I would risk everything to be with him.
Passing Grade deals with a student/teacher relationship. All individuals are over eighteen and consenting adults.
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He came back around to me and took hold of my arm.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he spun me around.
“Giving you a ride.”
I ripped my arm away. “I can’t go with you.”
His eyebrow went up again. “Oh?” He looked around. “Because you have so many other options.”
I looked down at the phone in my hand. Not so much as a text from Becca.
“Fine.” But I didn’t quite want to let him completely win, so I snatched my purse from him. “But I can carry my stuff.”
He let me take the purse without a fight, but walked away with my workbag on his shoulder.
It hadn’t escaped me that he was being the mature one in this situation. I would probably be embarrassed later, and I should really start acting my age.
Logic and I just weren’t friends at the moment.
I stomped behind Mace to his truck. He opened the passenger door for me.
“I can open my own door.”
“I’m not doing it to be a gentleman. I’m doing it to make sure you get in.”
I curled my lip but got in. He put my bag in his backseat.
After he got behind the wheel, I asked, “What are you doing at school so late? And why are you parked in the teachers’ parking lot?”
Students weren’t supposed to park there.
“I had practice today, and I stayed late to do extra drills. I pulled my truck around to the back because it’s closer to the door, and I had to take some stuff home with me for the break.”
“Oh.” So much for finding a reason to reprimand him and get the upper hand.
Mace drove for a couple of miles when I realized I’d never told him where my house was.
“How do you know where I live?”
“Then, how do you know where to go?”
“Because I’m not taking you home.”
I’d been slouching in my seat up until that point, but his words had me straightening. “Where are we going?” I asked, a little alarmed.
Mace looked at me, the first hint of humor in his blue eyes. “Don’t worry, Teach. I’m not going to kill you or anything.”
“I didn’t think you were.”
His eyebrow went up again. I was beginning to hate that thing. It was full of judgment.
“I honestly didn’t think that about you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” I answered truthfully.
He turned his attention back to the road. No more words were spoken until we pulled into a small parking lot. The Corner Bar & Grill was lit up on the sign on the building, which was ironic because the building was nowhere near a corner and looked more bar than grill.
“What are we doing here?”
“What if I don’t want to eat?”
“Then, you can watch me eat.”
“That doesn’t sound like any fun.”
Mace sighed as he pulled his keys from the ignition and turned to face me, resting one muscular forearm over the steering wheel. “Look, you are obviously having a bad night. I thought maybe you could use some greasy food, a drink or two, and a relaxing atmosphere. But, if you’d rather go home, then I’ll take you there.”
“After I eat.” Mace swung around, opened his door, and got out.
“Get your ass out of the truck, Eden,” he said and closed the door.
I scrambled out of my door after him. “Mace.”
He ignored me.
He turned and looked at me when he reached the door. “What?”
“You can’t call me Eden.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I’m your teacher.”
“I watched you pick a fight with your car, and you also just had your ass sitting in my truck. I think we’re on a first-name basis.”
My cheeks heated. “That’s hardly the point.”
Mace sighed again as if he was getting really tired of explaining things to me. “Okay then, how about this? Your ass is mine. You know it, and I know it. It’s only a matter of time. Is that a good enough reason for you?”
“No,” I squeaked out.
Mace shrugged and opened the front door. “Suit yourself. But I’m going inside and eating.”
Then, he walked through the door, leaving me to stare after him, wondering what the hell had just happened.
About R.L. Kenderson:
R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.
Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.
When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.
One lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and the other in the Kansas City area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day, and together they’re a sexy author by night. They communicate through phone, email, and whole lot of messaging.
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