on June 26m 2018
Genres: Adult Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, Humor, Romance
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Head of the class...
Garrett Daniels has this whole life thing figured out.
The cocky, charismatic former high school star quarterback is an idolized football coach and "cool" teacher in the hometown where he's not just a golden boy — he's platinum. He has good friends, a great house on the lake, and the best damn sidekick a man could ask for: Snoopy, the albino beagle.
Then...Callie Carpenter comes home.
And knocks him right on his tight end zone.
Back to school...
Callie has a pretty sweet life herself...on the other side of the country. But circumstances — that she'd prefer to never speak of again — have brought her back home, helping out her parents and substitute teaching at her old high school.
Now she's facing bickering, raging hormones, constant gossip, awkward weirdness, and drama galore...and that's just the teachers.
Just like old times...
When Garrett offers to show his former high school sweetheart the secrets of his winning teacher ways, Callie jumps at the chance - and then has to stop herself from jumping him.
Good friends are all they can ever be.
Or...these teachers just might end up getting schooled — hard — by love.
This is one of those books that gives you the warm fuzzies over and over again. Getting Schooled is everything a romance novel should be; swoon worthy characters, sappy moments, characters that add depth, a setting that makes you want to live there, lighthearted moments, and sprinkled with an overarching theme of love.
Emma Chase has proven she’s got the power to write witty, fun-loving romances, with lots of sexy moments. Her writing style is something I always want to fall back to when I’m in a reading slump. I can count on her to make me smile, to make me feel, to make me laugh out loud, and sometimes she even makes me cry. Getting schooled is about a rekindled love. Garrett and Callie were your typical high school sweethearts split apart at college. That one true love that goes unrequited for many years as they both try to move on with their lives on opposite coasts. Garrett’s now a history teacher and football coach. Callie is working in theater, until an accident causes her to return home. Getting Schooled takes us right back into the halls of high school and it hasn’t changed a bit. Callie is teaching Drama for a year while her parents recover. Emma did a fantastic job of recreating all the wonderful and terrible parts of high school, all that stuff we chose to remember and forget!
If you have an opportunity to get the audible version of this book DO IT! Hearing this story narrated by Zachary Webber and Andi Arndt, gives it a whole new dimension, one I didn’t even know I wanted let alone needed. I re-read the kindle version and could not get their voices out of my head. I ADORED every moment of Garrett and Callie. From the frustration and triumph of teaching in a high school, to the smushy romantic moments in Callie’s childhood bedroom, it all makes for an EPIC summer read.
I have fallen for all of Emma’s characters and this one is no exception. It’s just the perfect summer romance full of smiles, mush, angsty teens, and even some tears. It’s everything I look for in a romance and so much more. It’s some of Emma’s best writing and I know it will be a hint with many, many readers! I just adored Garrett and Callie story.
* I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader’s Copy of this book *
High school parking lots are one of the most dangerous places on earth. I don’t have statistics to back that up…but I know it’s true.
I pull into the school parking lot Monday morning in my Dad’s giant, newly repaired mint-green Buick, with Back in Black by AC/DC blasting from the speakers. I feel tough, powerful—like I’m driving a tank.
I’m a badass teacher—I’ll run you down even if you’re a student—I’ve got twenty-nine more in class just like you.
The outfit helps too—leather boots, blue jeans, a starched white blouse and a black leather jacket. It’s my armor. The morning air is cool and crisp today, but I barely feel it. I’m locked and loaded and ready to roll.
As I march towards the main entrance, I spot Garrett and Dean and Alison Bellinger outside the doors. They pause when they see me, waiting.
“Damn,” Dean chuckles. “Callie’s got her shit-kickers on. Did you dig them out of a mosh pit from 1993?”
Garrett crosses his arms. “Somebody’s channeling Michelle Pfiefer in Dangerous Minds.”
He looks fantastic. His hair is tousled from the breeze and kisses his brow, and he’s wearing a dark blue sweater that’s snug around his biceps and soft, worn, light blue jeans. I remember his arms around me yesterday on my parent’s porch. The wonder and exhilaration of the moment.
The intensity in his eyes, the desire and possessiveness in the grasp of his hands. The scorching feel of his mouth, his wet talented tongue that made my stomach swirl and my head spin.
So much for not complicating things.
But I’m not going to play head games with myself or Garrett—we’re too old for that shit.
I have feelings for him—I always have—our break-up had nothing to do with either of us not wanting each other desperately. But these aren’t just leftover echoes of a sweet, first love—this is something new. A throbbing, breathless attraction to the amazing man he’s become. I want to be near him. I want to know him, inside and out, all over again.
And he feels the same way. Garrett wants this version of me as much as he always did—maybe even more. I heard it in his whispered words and felt it in his kiss.
I don’t know if we have a future, if it can go anywhere. We have separate lives on opposite ends of the country. But I’m not going to worry about that—for now, I’m going to take each day as it comes and enjoy every moment we can.
Except for now. Now is not the time for enjoying or worrying or relationship building…now is the time for focusing. Now is the time to be ice and steel—don’t smile, don’t waver.
“Little fucknutters don’t know who the hell they’re dealing with,” I growl.
Allison pumps her fist. “That’s the spirit.”
Garrett opens the door for me. “Go get ‘em, Gangster’s Paradise.”