A Pumpkin and a Patch

by Jennifer Peel

I had done everything in my power to avoid up to this point in my life. We are talking army-crawling-in-department-stores and hiding-behind-a-Chiquita-banana-display avoidance tactics.

Why had I trusted him? I knew better. It was all the dang wooing. Trevor knew how to woo.

I did love my students, but sometimes I wished I got paid more to love them.

the real rewards in education came in the classroom. Who needed a six-figure income and the ability to take bathroom breaks whenever you wanted? Not me.

a sneaky smile that said he knew I was lying again. Maybe that was his lawyer superpower, or maybe he was just the devil.

Holy moly was he beautiful. That stubbled jawline was the eighth wonder of the world.

stood, calculating in my mind how long I could financially survive without this job. It amounted to all of about two seconds,

The Wittmore boys were, in a nutshell, little terrors. They were either going to grow up and rule the world or go to prison. There was no in between for them.

Alpha roll was a term Jenna had come up with. It was an alpha male mixed with a cinnamon roll. Meaning he was the perfect mixture of a take-charge man with a heart of gold who would do anything for those he loves,

hot and ooey gooey