I was thrilled when I was offered a graduate teaching position at the prestigious Tennerson Girls Academy. At twenty-three, this would be my first ‘real’ teaching assignment. Working at the elite boarding school, home to the daughters of some of the wealthiest people in the world, was a great opportunity that I would’ve been stupid to pass up.
One week into my new job, and I suddenly had no idea why I chose high school…I was a seventeen year old boy once, I knew how teenage girls behaved.
You can’t even imagine the hell of trying to teach thirty, hormonal driven seventeen year olds who have been cooped up, away from any male contact.
I could handle the whispers every time I entered the room. I could even handle the obvious attempts at gaining my attention. What I couldn’t handle was her…
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Rich bitches and way too many rules. Was it any wonder that I hated school?
Add to that the lack of male contact, and I was going insane. Like literally. I wasn’t used to this. A year ago I was normal. I had a boyfriend, friends and a loving family. There is nothing normal about me anymore, and nobody here lets me forget that.
My name is Wrenn, and I’m only here because my aunt took me in after what happened, but my aunt also happens to be the headmistress of this academy…Can you see my problem?
I’m hated for my lack of money, and I’m hated for who my Aunt is.
Then he arrived. Dalton Reed. My new history teacher.
Slowly, he helped me see that even in the worst situations, there is always hope.
“It’s just my mom and I. Dad died when I was fifteen. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher, though originally I wanted to go with elementary.”
“Why did you go with high school?” I asked curiously.
He shrugged. “Last minute decision,” he said with a smile.
I laughed. “Oh, I bet you’re regretting that now,” I teased.
“I have no idea what you mean.” He looked at me innocently, and then his face broke into a smile. “Okay, teaching teenage girls is pure hell.”
I giggled. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. A couple of hundred girls, all thinking you’re a god? That’s got to boost the ego.”
“A couple of hundred girls all under the age of eighteen,” he corrected dryly.
“I’m not,” I said lightly, surprised by what was coming out of my mouth.
“Yeah, well you’re the exception,” he said.
The exception. I liked being the exception. I met his gaze, his eyes burning into mine. My face began to heat. How could I not read into things when he was staring at me like that? I felt naked under his gaze.
Review by Venture
Dalton Reed met a young girl that changed his outlook and made him positive for the future. He has now graduated and starting his first teaching assignment at an all girls school. Surrounded by a group of hormonal teenage girls who all want a chance at the hot new teacher is a nightmare. He is deciding it he even wants to teach teenagers.
Wrenn has survived horrible tragedy and now is forced to go to the school her aunt works for. She is counting down til she has her diploma in hand. At 18 years old and having to repeat her senior year. It is just a torture. Then she meets Dalton. While every teenage girl is swooning over him and making bets. She can’t help be attracted to him also. Finding out that they have things in common is just icing on the cake. But, can he have real feelings for her? If he does, what will happen since he is her teacher? Wrenn is willing to take that chance. Dalton might not be.
I loved the characters of Dalton and Wrenn. I found the story written in a way that you can’t help be captivated by both characters. The story could have been boring a young girl who likes her slightly older teacher. Yet the way it was written I read the book in under an hour. I laughed, smiled, and cried throughout the book. I have never read Missy Johnson before but she now has a new fan! This book deserves at least 5 books minimum.
About the Author
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.