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I read all types of romance except paranormal and historical."
I have a new release, ya teacher/student romance if you are still interested in reviewing. You may reach me directly at isabella.harron@aol.com

I am interested in book reviews. I love reading and why not giving my honest review in exchange for free books.
I am interested in time travel romance, paranormal /supernatural and all kind of ..."
Are you still interested in reading romance? I have a new release if you are interested, Devotion: For Love or Honor. A, YA teacher/student romance. You may message me directly at isabella.harron@aol.com for details.

My latest book Devotion is a YA teacher/student romance. I would be happy to send you a copy if you are interested.

This book is meant for mature audiences eighteen and older. A different kind of teacher/student romance. I send ARCs through book funnel, message me with your email if you are interested.
Ryan
I stepped out of bed this morning without delay excited for a Monday morning; this has been my routine since the second day of school Senior year, unlike the way I felt the day before. The first day of school, I walked in, tired of football, girl drama, and worrying about what the future holds. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if I can move up my date to join the military if I
graduate in December instead of waiting until May, but promises made amid the heartbreak, control the choices I have now.
I walked the hall, debating my options on the way to my elective, Journalism, which I chose as an easy option. I continued my
path, a daunting task when surrounded by cheerleaders fighting for my attention. Clueless, them, not me, a talent I developed freshmen year when I started playing varsity football while fighting off the senior girls. I learned how to seem interested. I have perfected the technique; I am a master at it. I am not a jerk or even a bad guy. I have not found a girl in this school that holds my interest; it is as simple as that. Until that day first period Journalism, breaking away from the group as the sound of the second bell rings, I made my excuses, walking into the classroom as if I owned the place. Another technique I had developed which hid my insecurity in this life, to all outside appearances, I am calm and confident when I am in all reality nervous as a kindergartner on his first day of school. I plastered my best one, a smirking
smile working for me as I heard the collective gasps from the girls as I strolled into the room that is until I listened to her voice, rendering me speechless.
"Good morning Mr. Raines. How nice of you
to join us."
My eyes met hers, halting me in my tracks. With a pounding heart, dry mouth, and I was utterly silent. It could not have been
but a second before I heard a clearing of a throat, witnessing as she pointed towards an empty seat, but to me, it felt as if hours had passed where I was lost, caught up in the spell. I found my voice.
"Good morning. Miss?"
"Mrs. Stephenson."
My heart did this strange flip-flop while my gut
churned, causing some crazy sea-sickness feeling as I am rocking in powerful waves. I take my seat supporting my jaw in my hand while my eyes roamed over every single inch of her body while she spoke. Her shiny brown hair reminding me of the warm chocolate sauce, my mom used to make and her eyes I am guessing
hazel similar to mine, but when the light hits them from the large window, I swear they are green. She is tall but not too crazy tall; athletic built with very soft curves. She isn't dressed sexy like some of the other teachers, a simple skirt molded across her hips and legs. Her shirt looks silky, short sleeves showing off her toned arms and I watch her every move hoping for her to bend enough for a glimpse of her breasts but the shirt hugs just below her
collarbone. I shift in my seat on the hard plastic chair
having to remove my eyes from grazing her body if I don't, I am threatening to break through my zipper.
That was the first day of school, the beginning
of September. It is now March, and I continue to get excited each Monday morning because I know today I will get to see Mrs. Stephenson. I see her each morning starting our day. "Good Morning Mrs. Stephenson."
"Good Morning Mr. Raines."
Her cheeks blush as her feet move her past me
down the hall, and once again, I am content today. I am still here, previous plans intact, except I have added a new goal to my mission for graduation night, to show Mrs. Stephenson how I feel about her.
No cheating/HEA A different kind of teacher/student romance.

Pick up your copy today and I would love to hear if it made you smile, made you laugh and maybe shed a few tears. But most of all I hope it warmed you all the way down to your wiggling toes. Enjoy
For Love or Music: A Texas Romance
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My Hot Life: Falling in Love Until I Get It Right!
A second chance, the heroine must choose between bad or good. Both equally sexy.

