Michel Prince
  • Home
  • Author Bio
    • Awards
    • Interview links
    • Guest Blogs
  • Novels
  • Series
    • Chrysalis Series >
      • Reviews
      • Ellie
      • Oscar
    • The Frozen Series >
      • Kiriana
      • Nye
      • Damarion
    • The Growing Strong Series
    • Red Hot
    • Long Ranch Series
    • Love by the Yard
    • Permanent Hangover
    • Steel MC-Montana Chapter
  • Trailers
  • The little people in my head
  • Store

Sneak Peek Saturday with Teach Me Too by Judith Kammeraad

11/19/2016

0 Comments

 
Picture
Soul-melding sex turns up the temperature in this tale set in central Florida. Love empowers the wounded to reach out for healing. Injured in body and mind by her students, Lyla Gray tries for a new life as governess to a widower’s young children on the DuPree orange and alpaca ranch.
Lyla recovers her professional confidence quickly, but what about her personal goals, including romance? What is she supposed to do when, despite a sex drive on overdrive, she’s paralyzed by the scary part of men? It’s not easy with sex exuding young males on the ranch, including sweet, delicious looking Mark DuPree, who’s lost in his grief and responsibility and looking for someone to help him regain some kind of life.
Before long, she’s tending to the tattered emotions of those worse off than she is. Tension ties all the quirky characters together, and Lyla sees that there’s no help for any of them if she doesn’t help them all. She learns there are many ways of teaching and loving. Lyla’s personal recovery speeds up each time she gives herself to others. But now vandalism, paternity questions, mysterious deaths, and long-standing feuds in the community dump plenty on Lyla’s plate and gobble up her obsession with herself. Will Mark help her save herself from the past and learn that there’s nothing scary about loving after all?
Teach Me Too
Excerpt: Prologue pp. 1-2
 
Lyla Grey lay on the floor of the supply closet. She couldn’t turn the doorknob without her hands. Since her attacker had knocked her down with a boot to her face and brought down a slew of shelves with his flailing arms, she couldn’t even get up.
At first, his shrieks had ricocheted inside her brain. Then she’d screamed too, as fear vied with agony for center stage.
A torrent of tears poured out of her and when they dammed up, her head slumped, a dead weight, onto the tile. Her knees retained the flexed position he had forced on them and stiffened, as did her arms restrained behind her. Images of the encounter raced through her mind. She would never forget his face—that of a man-boy, but a devil too.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to think other thoughts. She was alive. She was going to be all right. She was going to teach again someday, and be happy, and find love with a husband and children. Never again would she feel such terror, because...she had bested the devil. What she’d had to do was dreadful—horrific—but it had saved her life.
At first, she squinched her eyes shut. Finally, though, the dangling lightbulb goaded her eyes into taking in the view at face level. Those tiles...those tiles had hurt her when he’d kicked her down. Blood-soaked strands of her hair, spread in front of her face, grew tacky as time passed. Bloody clots and shreds of tissue—his and hers—floated in and out of her field of vision. The coppery stench of his blood and sweat twisted her stomach as with a callous fist. She vomited. As her stomach emptied, she imagined she was heaving out the confidence and balance and poise that once were hers. After a while, she noticed the gore congealed amid the red juice and shattered glass bottles the man-boy had brought down with the shelves.
Someone who used to live inside her whimpered, “Mommy? Daddy?” She heard the dried-up voice, but she didn’t know that person anymore. She was just a big ball of loneliness.
She wished she could hug herself.
The shriek of sirens outside set off involuntary shuddering. Her brain formed words, though her mouth was too clogged with pain to utter them. Help me. He hurt me. He made me afraid. That was the worst, the insidious anxiety that flattened her like a rolling pin.
Heavy, no-nonsense boots thudded through the hallway, along with the terrifying timbre of male voices calling to each other.
“This way. Let’s get her.” The voices that should console her made her frantic instead. She shivered all over, even in parts that hurt too much to move, but she clung to her hope. The classroom door banged shut, and its glass rattled.
“She’s in here,” Heavy Boots said as he flung aside the closet door. “Shit! Oh, man…” She heard him retch, as she had done. She had become the horrible thing that created disgust.
More boots. Another voice. “Look at this, sir. We’re going to need the metal cutters.” Her lungs felt like cement. Her mind floated away to a picture she’d seen of a girl in an iron lung, unable to move, unable to take a breath on her own. Maybe that girl imagined a demon sitting on her chest, forcing down serving after serving of terror.
At long last, a third pair of legs knelt at eye level. “We’ve got you now, ma’am. Can you tell me your name?”
She flinched when he eased in closer, his thighs and crotch at eye level. Merciless trembling took hold of her, and again she tasted her bile rising into her throat.
She mouthed the words the officer wanted to hear, but they were inaudible. She uttered a godforsaken groan. She knew her name, for heaven’s sake, but was she the person who used to own that name? Maybe her tears washed the blood away...and her face with it and made her someone else, someone she no longer knew.
As the metal cutter whirred behind her, she clenched her hands and released an inhuman cry. Damn it, the devil isn’t going to win, so help me God. I’m going to get my life back, no matter what it takes.
 
 
 ​Links
BUY LINKS:
AMAZON US: 
AMAZON UK: 
Barnes and Noble
Bookstrand
AllRomanceEbooks







0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Author

    Happy author who hopes to find ways to keep her sanity, because they won't let her have her computer in the psych ward.

    WARNING although I'm a YA author I'm also an Adult author and interviews maybe from adult or YA authors. 




    THIS BLOG claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please E-mail with a link to said image and it will be promptly removed.

    Archives

    December 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    April 2015
    March 2015
    August 2014
    February 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013
    July 2013
    June 2013
    May 2013
    April 2013
    March 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013
    December 2012
    November 2012
    October 2012
    September 2012
    August 2012
    July 2012
    June 2012
    May 2012
    April 2012
    March 2012
    February 2012
    January 2012
    December 2011

    Categories

    All
    Blacklivesmatter
    Charity
    Christina Hoag
    Christmas
    Chrysalis
    Coloring Books
    Cover
    Cowboy
    Cowboys
    Excerpt
    Exerpt
    Fantasy
    Fear
    Flash Fiction
    Football
    Giveaway
    Gods
    Growing Strong Series
    Historical
    Interracial
    Interviews
    Jerry Alexander
    JK Publishing
    Laura Wolfe
    Lena Hart
    Michel
    Midmonth Musing
    Mystery
    Nancy Pennick
    New Adult
    Olivia Night
    Other Authors
    Paranormal
    Reana Malori
    Romance
    Ryan Jo Summers
    Ryan Petty
    Sable Hunter
    Satin Romance
    Second Chance Romance
    Secret Cravings Publishing
    Shara Azod
    Sheri Fredericks
    Silly Girl
    Sports
    Susan Fisher-davis
    Susanne Matthews
    Suspense
    The Frozen
    The Guardian's Heart
    Valentine
    YA

    RSS Feed

    Picture
    Follow me on facebook
    Picture
    Follow me on Twitter
    Picture
    Follow me on Pinterest
Proudly powered by Weebly
Photo used under Creative Commons from George Vnoucek