SEE ME AFTER CLASSย by Meghan Quinnย
Release Date: November 12th
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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BLURB:
“Did you have relations with my brother . . .”
Good question.
Iโd like to preface this by saying it was never my intention to ever get involved in a workplace romance, let alone get involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man Iโve ever met who just so happens to be my new friendโs brother.
My intentions were to show students how English and reading books could actually be fun and make a new life for myself in the suburbs of Chicago.
But so far, Iโve managed to be called into the principalโs office.
Coerced into participating in the teacher’s badminton league.
And instigated into passionate fights with Arlo Turner over education and decorum while losing my underwear at the same time.
Known as Mr. Turns Me On, heโs the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.
PROLOGUE:
**GREER**
โBefore we get started, Iโve been told I need to ask you a question.โ Stella sits cross-legged in front of me, a nervous look on her face, water in hand.
โOh?โ I ask, trying to act casual as I bring my glass of red wine to my lips. I have a scary inkling what this might be about.
She glances over at Coraline and winces. โUh, I feel weird asking.โ
Oh God . . . I was right.
Shifting, I say, โYou know, we donโt have toโโ
โThen why bring it up if youโre not going to propose your query?โ Keiko asks impatiently while pushing her green-rimmed glasses up on her nose. โYou know the frequency of these meetings is dependent upon staying within the comprehensive itinerary I composed during my lunchbreak.โ
โCool your bloomers, Keeks,โ Coraline says while taking a large sip from her wine glass. โI want to know whatโs making Stella so fidgety.โ
The four founding members of the Ladies in Heat Book Clubโaka my mismatched collection of friendsโeach bring diverse and unique character traits to our group.
Keiko โKeeksโ Seymourโresident AP chemistry teacher at Forest Heights High School. Her social etiquette is lacking, her intelligence is off the charts, and sheโd rather play with beakers than penises. She wasnโt thrilled about the book club name and made a noble attempt to explain why her suggestion, the Austen Empowerment Collaborative, was far more credible. Majority ruled, she lost.
Stella GarciaโSpanish teacher at Forest Heights and my co-coach. Currently single, makes the best tamales Iโve ever had, and is one stamp away from getting a free donut at Frankie Donuts. Can be shy at times, but when it comes to her family and friends, she doesnโt take shit from anyone. Loyal to the core, one of the reasons I adore her.
Coraline โCoraโ Turnerโrecent divorcรฉe and living with her brother, Arlo. Jobless at the moment and couldnโt care less about it since both she and Arlo have enough inheritance to last them a lifetime. Often annoyed by her older brother or annoying him, doesnโt partake in Twitterโsays itโs a filthy pool of opinions, and is the first to offer up a bottle of wine.
Then thereโs me . . .
Greer Gibsonโtwenty-four-year-old fresh to the teaching scene as Forest Heightsโs new English teacher and womenโs volleyball coach. I love running, have a penchant for a man in a cardigan, and can get a little noisy in the classroom while teaching. I currently share a classroom wall with Arlo Turner, Forest Heights most prestigious English teacher, and might have lost my underwearโ
โOut with it, Stella,โ Cora says, snapping at her.
โPlease, so we can proceed,โ Keeks says, straightening her notepad on her lap.
Stella looks me in the eyes and says, โBrock wants to know if thereโs anything going on between you and Turner. Apparently, Turner wonโt say a thing, but Brock thinks thereโs some strong sexual tension building.โ
Cora whips her head to me, her eyes wide. โAre you getting it on with my brother?โ
Finger pointed in the air, Keeks leans in and says, โThe proper term amongst company would be coitus.โ
Rolling her eyes, Cora asks, โDid you have coitus with my brother?โ
โYou could also say intercourse if that amuses your jargon more,โ Keeks adds. โOr copulating would be sufficient. But if you are inclined toward romantic terminology, since we are in the presence of the book club, you could say lovemaking or performing intimate acts. Although, given the circumstances of when coitus took placeโin the work environmentโI would deduce that your actions were performed carnally rather than with the interest of developing a devoted accord.โ
โGood God, Keeks,โ Cora says, irritated. โWho cares what itโs called? We just want to know if it happened.โ Cora looks me in the eyes. โDid it?โ
Did it . . .
Good question.
Iโd like to preface this by saying it was never my intention to ever get involved in a workplace romance when I was hired at Forest Heights, let alone get involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man Iโve ever met.
My intentions were to show students how English and reading books could actually be fun, bring the volleyball team to a state championship, and make a new life for myself in the suburbs of Chicago.
But so far, Iโve managed to be called into the principalโs office.
Infiltrate the teachersโ athletic league.
And had passionate fights with Arlo Turner over education, decorum, and student-teacher friendships.
Not to mention Iโve lost my panties to him in my dreams more than I care to admit.
Why did this all happen?
Simple.
The man dresses in a cardigan, thatโs how.
Arlo Turner. The bane of my existence, annoyance to my sanity, and the only man whoโs ever made me want to spread my legs in a classroom.
Heโs torn down my metaphorical walls, strapped on a cottony cardiganโpushed up the sleevesโand has driven me to the brink of insanity, so now whenever I hear the mention of his name, my legs automatically spread, and my heartrate picks up.
Known as Mr. Turns Me On, heโs the reason my star athlete is struggling to keep her grades up.
Heโs the reason I tend to avoid the teacher breakroom.
And heโs the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.
See Me After Class by Meghan Quinn
Tanya Rae’s rating: 4 of 5 stars
See Me After Class is a LOL book to read. I found myself chuckling throughout the story. Meghan Quinn is a master at humorous quips.
I felt for Arlo in the beginning getting caught in the line of fire for the jokes that were played on him. But he was the perfect mark for them. Arlo acted like he had a stick up his arse. I loved Greer and her sense of humor. Arlo and Greer are โopposites attractโ personalities.
I loved reading this book but I wasnโt a fan of the ending. Not because there isn’t an HEA, because there is. But I felt like the ending just abruptly ended. Otherwise it was another great book by Meghan Quinn.
About the Author:ย
USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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