He’s not her teacher anymore, but he can still teach her a few things.
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Moms of Seattle. Three sexy single ladies who drink a ton of wine every Saturday night, bitch about life, have each other’s backs, are the ultimate mama bears, and hope to one day, just maybe find love again.
This is Celeste’s story …
Fifteen years ago, Celeste was eighteen, in love and on the honor roll.
Then she got pregnant.
Now, a widow and a single mom, she does her best to give her daughter, Sabrina, a good life.
But something is missing in her world.
Back when he taught her math, Celeste didn’t have a crush on Mr. Travis, but that doesn’t mean she’s not hot for teacher now or able to ignore her rampant fantasies.
All Max wanted to do was buy was a pair of jeans. However, when he bumped into his former student, Celeste, he ended up with so much more.
She’s not a kid anymore and it’s impossible for him to stay away from her. Even when he knows he should.
But an angry student is out to wreak havoc for them all. One who hates Sabrina, and wants to cause problems for Max and Celeste.
Like love, high school can be a battlefield, only neither of them knew just how dangerous it could be until the scandal explodes like a grenade. Celeste and Sabrina’s relationship hangs precariously in the balance, and Max isn’t sure if he should stay and fight for the woman he’s falling for, or get out of dodge before everything he’s worked so hard for goes up in smoke.
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, a sexy alpha male, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you liked my single dad series, then you’ll love this spin-off trilogy.
Book Status: Available in ebook and paperback. Coming soon in German and audio.
“I could come over right now and we could …”
Oh, now, that was definitely a purr, and it came from her.
“Max,” she breathed. “You’re saying all the right things right now.”
The smile in his voice was unmistakable. “Yeah? Want me to say all the wrong things?”
She couldn’t stop the groan or the “oh God” that made its way across the phone.
And his deep, dark chuckle of response had her eyes darting to her nightstand and her fingers twitching to grab Henry. “I’m excited that we’re starting something, that you’re willing to take the leap and see where this attraction of ours goes.”
Yeah, how excited? Was he stroking that excitement? She’d “accidentally” felt it enough times to know he wasn’t sporting a Vienna sausage in his Levi’s, oh no.
“Me too,” she whispered.
“I’ll let you go to bed.” God, even the way he said bed. She’d never had this primal of a response to a man before. She felt out of control. She reached for her nightstand drawer and pulled out Henry.
Her book would have to wait another night.
She flicked off the lamp on her nightstand and sank down into the covers. “Good night, Max,” she whispered, sliding Henry down her torso between her legs. She turned him on.
“Good night, Celeste. Sweet dreams. And I’ll see you next Saturday.”
He hung up, and Celeste slid Henry inside her, her eyes shutting and her back arching as Henry did what he did best and thoughts of Max paraded through her mind.
Maybe Seattle would do what it did best and rain on Saturday so they could just spend their entire date upstairs in her bed?
One could only hope.