Teacher of the Year (Teachers in Love, #1)

by M.A. Wardell

As a child, my mother occasionally referred to me as “pubic head,” which explains a lot about our relationship.

I wouldn’t run unless zombies were chasing me, and even then, after a block, I’d probably relent and offer myself up as a tasty kosher snack.

I must ensure all my ducks are in a row. My ducks typically dance at a rave, so I’ve got my work cut out for me.

Kevin, sitting in the seat in front of us next to Illona, pops his head up. “Mr. Block is single. Single means one. Alone. He doesn’t have a boyfriend.” My face flushes. Again. “Yes, Kevin, single means one. Now turn around and sit, please.”

“Do you think giant, blond guys are my only type?” “I mean, no. But I wouldn’t kick Nick out of my bed for eating crackers.” “No, you’d ask him to share the crackers.” “With a lovely soft cheese.”

Who’s on the fifty-dollar bill, anyway? Elton John?

I would have wrested it out of her strong arms if necessary. She’s German, and I needed it for a nice Jewish boy. The universe will call it even.”

Nobody is perfect. But when you find someone whose imperfections complement yours and help you both be better versions of yourselves, you choose to make it work.”