SEE ME AFTER CLASS by Meghan Quinn
Release Date: November 12th
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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"Did you have relations with my brother . .
."
Good question.
I’d like to preface this by saying it was never
my intention to ever get involved in a workplace romance, let alone get
involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man I’ve ever met who just
so happens to be my new friend’s brother.
My intentions were to show students how English
and reading books could actually be fun and make a new life for myself in the
suburbs of Chicago.
But so far, I’ve managed to be called into the
principal’s office.
Coerced into participating in the teacher's
badminton league.
And instigated into passionate fights with Arlo
Turner over education and decorum while losing my underwear at the same time.
Known as Mr. Turns Me On, he’s the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.
Prologue:
**GREER**
“Before we get started, I’ve been told I need to ask you a question.”
Stella sits cross-legged in front of me, a nervous look on her face, water in
hand.
“Oh?” I ask, trying to act casual as I bring my glass of red wine to my
lips. I have a scary inkling what this might be about.
She glances over at Coraline and winces. “Uh, I feel weird asking.”
Oh God . . . I was right.
Shifting, I say, “You know, we don’t have to—”
“Then why bring it up if you’re not going to propose your query?” Keiko
asks impatiently while pushing her green-rimmed glasses up on her nose. “You
know the frequency of these meetings is dependent upon staying within the
comprehensive itinerary I composed during my lunchbreak.”
“Cool your bloomers, Keeks,” Coraline says while taking a large sip from
her wine glass. “I want to know what’s making Stella so fidgety.”
The four founding members of the Ladies in Heat Book Club—aka my
mismatched collection of friends—each bring diverse and unique character traits
to our group.
Keiko “Keeks” Seymour—resident AP chemistry teacher at Forest Heights
High School. Her social etiquette is lacking, her intelligence is off the
charts, and she’d rather play with beakers than penises. She wasn’t thrilled
about the book club name and made a noble attempt to explain why her
suggestion, the Austen Empowerment Collaborative, was far more credible.
Majority ruled, she lost.
Stella Garcia—Spanish teacher at Forest Heights and my co-coach.
Currently single, makes the best tamales I’ve ever had, and is one stamp away
from getting a free donut at Frankie Donuts. Can be shy at times, but when it
comes to her family and friends, she doesn’t take shit from anyone. Loyal to
the core, one of the reasons I adore her.
Coraline “Cora” Turner—recent divorcée and living with her brother, Arlo.
Jobless at the moment and couldn’t care less about it since both she and Arlo
have enough inheritance to last them a lifetime. Often annoyed by her older
brother or annoying him, doesn’t partake in Twitter—says it’s a filthy pool of
opinions, and is the first to offer up a bottle of wine.
Then there’s me . . .
Greer Gibson—twenty-four-year-old fresh to the teaching scene as Forest
Heights’s new English teacher and women’s volleyball coach. I love running,
have a penchant for a man in a cardigan, and can get a little noisy in the
classroom while teaching. I currently share a classroom wall with Arlo Turner,
Forest Heights most prestigious English teacher, and might have lost my
underwear—
“Out with it, Stella,” Cora says, snapping at her.
“Please, so we can proceed,” Keeks says, straightening her notepad on
her lap.
Stella looks me in the eyes and says, “Brock wants to know if there’s
anything going on between you and Turner. Apparently, Turner won’t say a thing,
but Brock thinks there’s some strong sexual tension building.”
Cora whips her head to me, her eyes wide. “Are you getting it on with my
brother?”
“You could also say intercourse if that amuses your jargon more,” Keeks
adds. “Or copulating would be sufficient. But if you are inclined toward
romantic terminology, since we are in the presence of the book club, you could
say lovemaking or performing intimate acts. Although, given the circumstances
of when coitus took place—in the work environment—I would deduce that your
actions were performed carnally rather than with the interest of developing a
devoted accord.”
“Good God, Keeks,” Cora says, irritated. “Who cares what it’s called? We
just want to know if it happened.” Cora looks me in the eyes. “Did it?”
Did it . . .
Good question.
I’d like to preface this by saying it was never my intention to ever get
involved in a workplace romance when I was hired at Forest Heights, let alone
get involved with the most surly, agitating, and pompous man I’ve ever met.
My intentions were to show students how English and reading books could
actually be fun, bring the volleyball team to a state championship, and make a
new life for myself in the suburbs of Chicago.
But so far, I’ve managed to be called into the principal’s office.
Infiltrate the teachers’ athletic league.
Why did this all happen?
Simple.
The man dresses in a cardigan, that’s how.
Arlo Turner. The bane of my existence, annoyance to my sanity, and the
only man who’s ever made me want to spread my legs in a classroom.
He’s torn down my metaphorical walls, strapped on a cottony
cardigan—pushed up the sleeves—and has driven me to the brink of insanity, so
now whenever I hear the mention of his name, my legs automatically spread, and my
heartrate picks up.
Known as Mr. Turns Me On, he’s the reason my star athlete is struggling
to keep her grades up.
He’s the reason I tend to avoid the teacher breakroom.
And he’s the reason I might get fired from my first ever teaching job.
About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author,
wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and
contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of
heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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4.5 STARS
Workplace romance/Enemies to Lovers
Greer is a new English teacher at a high school in a Chicago
suburb where Arlo is head of the English department. Greer brings some non-traditional teaching
methods to the classroom and Arlo, set in his ways, does not approve. This sets the scene for many arguments, some
hilarious pranks, and eventually love as they come to terms with their differences
while recognizing that they both have the same desire to educate and connect
with the kids in their classrooms.
There are many laugh out loud moments in this book. There is plenty of heat. And there are some seriously romantic moments
to make a person swoon. The secondary
characters play key roles in the story and are interesting and funny in their
own right. Greer’s character has a
bubbly personality and is full of enthusiasm.
She is a driven individual who is not afraid to go after a goal. Arlo is restrained and controlled. There are times in this book where her is a
complete alpha-hole, exerting dominance and control over Greer. These were times it was difficult for me to
like him. Fortunately, through his
relationship with his sister, I was able to glean that there was a heart under
his gruff persona which redeemed him to a certain degree. His wooing of Greer to make his grand gesture
was touching and romantic. My only
critique is that I wish I had the opportunity to know both Arlo and Greer and
their histories better. Because of that
I failed to connect with them the way I really wanted. I enjoyed the story immensely though and I
appreciated the many nods to Pride and Prejudice and the friendships formed
among the teachers.
This book is written in first person from a dual POV.
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