Hello, readers! Excited to be back with a new cover reveal. Are you ready to add another book to your TBR? Because I am! *looks at all the books I have to read* THIS IS FINE!
Teaching with the Enemy by Jaqueline Snowe, out March 9th, is the book you have been waiting for. Enemies to lovers, teachers, one-night stands, a heiress… what more could you want! If you are ready to see the cover like me, don’t stop reading! Plus there is a fun excerpt and there might be a giveaway at the very end *grins* I don’t know… you’ll have to read the whole thing to find out! Bye for now!
About Teaching with the Enemy:
Gilly Carter has kept her lofty inheritance a secret from her coworkers, knowing first-hand how money changes people. But when she’s forced to rely on more than her bank account, will she rise to the task?
After winning teacher of the year last spring, she’s pumped to begin the new school year. Her fantasies of rainbow colored bookshelves and students giggling at her math puns are dampened when she discovers Christopher Callahan, a one-night stand who ghosted her, is not only her co-worker, but they’re paired together to teach first grade.
While he’s kind to everyone else, Christopher doesn’t even try to hide his distaste for Gilly. He turns his nose up at her extravagant classroom decorations and accuses her of not teaching from her heart. When Christopher challenges her to a spirit week competition where neither of them can spend a cent, and her even closest friends think she’ll lose, Gilly doubles down: she freezes her funds for the entire month, vowing to live off her teacher’s salary alone.
Despite the fact he thinks he’s the better teacher, Gilly has trouble reconciling her physical attraction to Christopher, and there’s no doubt that the desire goes both ways. As they grow from enemies to lovers, Gilly knows she must come clean with Christopher about being an heiress, but a bigger threat looms—a blast from the past well-versed in blackmail.
With the freeze on her funds, Gilly is forced to do things the hard way. But if she loses Christopher in the process, no amount of cash will heal her broken heart.
“Okay, class, we read a different version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears yesterday. Who can tell me what was different about today’s version?” I asked the class, smiling at the pure wonderment on their faces a few hours later. “It can be anything from their clothes, the scenery,
the pacing—how fast the story moves. Who wants to share?”
Jessica Dowdy raised her hand in the air as high as she could, so I called on her. “My brother’s birthday is in thirty-two days.”
I waited a beat, digesting her words as they were so off topic, I had to blink away my surprise. “Wonderful, birthdays are so much fun. But what is different from the story from yesterday?”
Jessica scrunched her face together before smiling. “The food. Yesterday was porridge. This was soup.”
“Well done!” I wrote her answer on the board and surveyed the class. “Jake?”
“Nice!” I wrote down six more differences they provided and capped the red marker before picking up a third version of the fairy tale. “We are going to dive into a new one today. Who’s excited?”
Choruses of me’s echoed around the room, and my heart grew two sizes in my chest. This was why I did what I did. This passion and energy fueled my soul, and I wanted to hug them all. I refrained, as it would be weird and we didn’t have time, but the thought remained as we read through the story. This version was my favorite because the illustrations were vivid. We got all the way through before a low-pitch noise sounded outside the school.
It was a sound from my nightmares, and my pulse pounded in my throat, making it difficult to speak. It wasn’t even tornado season, but there was a cold front coming in, and it wasn’t unheard of to have a strong storm in August. I glanced out the window and sucked in a breath at how dark it was for midday. Damn. “O-Okay class, that is the tornado siren. Did you ever have a tornado drill last year in kindergarten?”
“Tornaydough? Like play dough?”
“No.” I put a hand over my chest and willed my heart to settle down. We had to act. This wasn’t a drill—those were on Tuesday mornings. “Everyone, grab a book from your desk and get into your recess line.”
They all jumped up and followed the directions, and I smiled through my own fear. Tornadoes scared the shit out of me, and I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide my trembling. There was a reason they’d named it Tornado Alley.
“We are going to go outside the classroom and line up against the wall and sit crisscross, okay? Once you sit crisscross, you’re going to cover your head with the book.”
One girl started crying, and I took her hand. “It’s okay, Maureen. We are very safe.”
“My brother says tornados eat people.”
“They are dangerous, but they do not eat people.” I squeezed her hand and led us out into the hallway, catching Maggie’s eye across the way.
She looked grim, and a bright flash of light lit up the entire hallway as a terrifying loud boom of thunder followed. The windows at the end of the hall shook just a little bit, and I swallowed hard.
“Okay, kiddos, keep going. Sit down like we practiced, okay?” I said, hating how my voice trembled. The last kid left the room, and I shut the door. If we were to get hit, the classrooms were lined with windows, and the thought of all the glass had my blood turning to ice. I gulped and slid onto the floor in front of the door, hearing the siren continue on an endless loop to let our county know a tornado was spotted.
It could be heading right for us. It could destroy the building and us in it. I swallowed hard as sweat dripped down my forehead, and I wiped it away with the sleeve of my rugby shirt. My hand shook, and I crossed my arms, hoping to hide it. The kids would freak out if they saw me worried, and I had to hide my fear better.
“You seem pale.”
I didn’t need to open my eyes to know it was Christopher. “Didn’t get a lot of sun this summer.”
“No. You’re flushed.” His voice got closer, and he sat on the ground next to me, our shoulders not quite touching together, but his body heat radiated toward me along with that damn cologne. “Gilly, open your eyes and take a deep breath.”
I did, but only to check on the class, not to placate him. His face was inches from mine, and his unfairly long lashes danced across his cheek when he blinked. Beautiful bastard that he was, he had nice features. “Do you…have you heard…the storm?” I asked, willing the buzzing sound in my ears to go away.
“It’s about ten miles southwest of here. We won’t get hit unless the storm goes against nature and backtracks.”
“Can that happen?”
“Not usually.” He pulled up his phone and showed me the radar. “We’re here. The tornado has already passed us, but it’s still in the county so the alarms go off.”
I sank into the brick wall and swore my legs turned to pure jelly in relief. “Grood. Good. Great. I meant great.”
Christopher’s face didn’t look as mean and unhappy as it normally did, and a small part of me grieved the chance we would never have to be friends. Thankfully, a kid pulled my attention away from him, and I sent a small prayer for that. Thomas started crying, and I had him move to sit next to me. “Why are you sad, Thomas?”
“My dog is outside at home. He gets scared. What if he’s wet?”
“Dogs love getting wet. Have you seen a dog swim before? They are so happy.” I patted his hand. “Is there a tree or a cover in the backyard?”
“He has a doggy house.”
“Oh, then he’ll be totally safe!” I assured him. “Doggy houses are the best. They block the rain and wind. I bet he’s cuddled up in there, smiling at the rain.”
“And the tornado won’t eat him?”
Ugh, my heart. That damn Maureen sharing that lie. “Nope. The tornado missed us so we’ll be safe.”
“Thanks, Ms. Carter.” He leaned on my arm for a second, and I let him.
I felt Christopher’s gaze, and I looked up to find him watching me with an odd expression. It wasn’t quite a smile, and it certainly wasn’t joy, but it also wasn’t anger.
The fact he wasn’t scowling at me was so unsettling.
I didn’t get time to ask him why he was watching me because Dave came on the speakers and announced we had to wait another five minutes before returning to class. My legs shook as the adrenaline needed an escape, and I tapped my feet on the tile in a rhythmic beat.
“You’re scared of storms.”
I slid him a warning glance and jutted my chin at the kids sitting next to me. It was a major no-no to look scared in front of them because it would set them off. One time, I cried because my hormones were out of control, and it made four of the kids cry. They fed off my emotions.
I kicked him in the shin.
His mouth dropped in shock, and I snorted.
“You just…kicked me?” he said, his eyes wide as a stop sign. “What the…?”
“I’ll do it again if you put my fears out in the open.” I wiggled my foot in his direction again, and he moved his leg out of the way. “That’s right. Fear me.”
“You are too tiny to be feared, Martha Stewart.”
I’m thrilled to announce that Jaqueline Snowe is giving away a signed paperback of book 1 of the Shut Up and Kiss Me series, Internship with the Devil, and a signed paperback of book 2, aka Teaching with the Enemy! So two signed books! For one lucky winner! Enter to win in the rafflecopter below.
About the Author:
Jaqueline Snowe lives in Arizona where the “dry heat” really isn’t that bad. She prefers drinking coffee all hours of the day and snacking on anything that has peanut butter or chocolate. She is the mother to two fur-babies who don’t realize they aren’t humans and a new mom to the sweetest baby boy. She is an avid reader and writer of romances and tends to write about athletes. Her husband works for an MLB team (not a player, lol) so she knows more about baseball than any human ever should.