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What if the woman he needs is the one he thought was out of his league?
Adam Pallas knows what he wants out of life—to teach history, to be happy and to have a hot woman by his side. He's got one out of the three. He should be happy, but he's not. There's one woman who grabs his attention every time. The catch? She's very much out of his league. Can being himself actually snag him the woman of his dreams?
Melissa Murphy isn't looking for love, but every time she sees Adam her plans go sideways. The English teacher knows there's a confident, hot man hiding behind the slightly nerdy history buff façade. But her past and the things she wants between the sheets tend to scare men off. She believes the odds may be stacked against them. Could it be their lives are perfectly written together after all?
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About the Author
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favourites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.
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Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk 2018. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
“The last day of summer vacation always sucks the most.” Adam Pallas rubbed his temples and stared at the paperwork before him. Each year he taught six sections of world history to the tenth-grade students, with one period of study hall or parking lot duty in the afternoon. Six sections worked fine for him. Three periods of classes in the morning, lunch, one class, a break, then two more. Easy.
The more he stared at the paperwork, the more his stomach lurched. Seven sections. No breaks. Did that make him a wuss, not wanting to teach all of them? Or simply overwhelmed? Usually he tackled the school year head on and dove into the thrills of world history. Maybe it was the changing of the leaves or the chill in the air. Or the fact that his dream girl had married someone else over the summer break that had fucked up his mood.
He stared off into space and let his mind wander to Tessa. All the times he’d tried, the chances he’d taken to ask her out, and for what? Nothing. Part of him still wasn’t happy she’d paired up with Graig Case. What does he have that Adam doesn’t? Okay, so he was taller by a little and an athlete. He had blue eyes. What was it about women and blue-eyed men? He grumbled to himself. So he didn’t have blue eyes and wasn’t tall and muscled. He had strength in his body.
He sighed and opened his eyes. Although he wanted to hate her for choosing someone else, he didn’t. She had to follow her heart. If that meant Graig, then good for her. He’d never forget the way she’d smile at him or how they’d talk together after the staff meetings. He still liked her curves and admired her sense of stick-to-it-ness. But that didn’t mean she had to choose Graig.
She could’ve given Adam a chance.
He toyed with the papers in front of him. Did he regret chasing Tessa? Yes and no. Yes because he’d wasted time he could’ve used to pursue someone who might have cared about him. Well, no. Tessa cared. She just wasn’t interested in anything above a platonic relationship. But he didn’t regret putting himself out there. He’d been so damn shy most of his life. To step out and admit he liked someone was not his style. The fear used to eat him alive. He didn’t want to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. Settling down with a sweet girl and buying a house were his ideals for his future.
But he’d need a woman first. Right?
Did he need someone in his life to make him complete? Tessa certainly hadn’t been interested in the job. Would anyone else be?
The more he thought about his relationship situation, the more he wished he hadn’t given in to the angst so much. He snorted. Screw it. He didn’t need a woman or a house to be happy and he could definitely handle seven sections of history. So he’d only planned on six and only written up enough lessons for those six. He’d manage like he did with everything else.
Footsteps clunked on the industrial-grade tile. Adam glanced up from the papers on his desk. Melissa Murphy, English teacher and all-around good person, folded her arms and perched on the back of one of the chairs in the front row. Man, I would have liked to have had her for a student.
He gulped. What a thing to think! Christ. She was about his age and besides, she wasn’t interested in him. She liked men like Kevin McCombs. Hell, the last he knew she was still seeing Kevin. Adam gritted his teeth. Thinking about Kevin annoyed him. Kevin strutted around the school buildings and acted as if he owned the place. So the guy had done a stint on the school board…so what? He hadn’t been re-elected. Most of his proposals had been tossed out and the teachers’ association didn’t appreciate his pushy style. The good lord knew Adam wasn’t a fan of Kevin’s aggressiveness.
“I hear you’re stressed. Too much work?” She nodded to the stack of papers. “Can’t handle a full day?”
“I can.” He bit back a smile. He loved talking to Melissa. She perked him up when the rest of the world seemed to ignore him. If he were honest with himself, he looked forward to talking to her almost more than he had when he’d met up with Tessa. “I’ll rise to the occasion.”
“I’m sure you will.” She slid onto the seat as if she were one of his students. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re freaked out.” She waved her hand. “It’s nothing. You’re a pro.”
“I’ll do it.” He didn’t have much choice. He had a job and a contract ensuring he’d do it right.
“When I get really stressed, like this, I go for a run. We’ve got some time until the meeting. Why don’t we go for a run on the track? The football team’s out there, but they won’t care. What do you say?”
He’d always liked and respected her. He couldn’t turn down a chance to spend time with her, to reduce stress and feel better. Besides, if Tessa had moved on, then so could he.
“What do you say?” She tipped her head to the side.
“I say, heck yeah.”