X+E by Nina High (2024)
The Teachers of Hardwood High #1
Related The Martin Brothers Series
239-page Kindle Ebook story pages 5-222
Genre: African-American Romance, Contemporary Romance
Rating as a movie: NC-17/ or XX
Featuring: Scholastic Setting, Workplace Romance, High School, Teachers - English, Math; Quinquagenarians, Single Mother, Empty Nest Syndrome, Divorcée, College Kids, Dual POVs, Retired Military - Army, First Year, Anxiety, Divorcé, References to The Martin Brothers Series - Overlapping Characters and Setting, Department Heads, Racism, Scholastic Politics, Sex - Detailed, Warm Wet Towels, All Through The Year, Second Chance Trope - Love After Divorce, Downsizing, Drama, Fictional Ambiguous Town in Texas, Preview of B+J Prologue - Chapter 4 Sunday Morning, Link to Next Book, Bibliography for Nina High Martin Brothers Series
Songs for the soundtrack: "Dammn Baby" by Janet Jackson, "Falling for You" by Ashanti, "Irreplaceable" by Beyoncé, "I Belong To You (Every Time I See Your Face)" by Rome, "Treat Me" by Chloe Bailey, "Cuff It" by Beyoncé, "Made For Me" by Muni Long, "Miss Independent" by Ne-Yo, "Let It Snow" Boyz II Men featuring Brian McKnight
Books and Authors mentioned: Peanuts by Charles M. Schulz, The Scarlet Ibis by James Hurst, Cinderella by Charles Perrault, Take the Mic: Fictional Stories of Everyday Resistance by Jason Reynolds, Samira Ahmed, Bethany C. Morrow, Darcie Little Badger, Keah Brown, Laura Silverman, L.D. Lewis, Sofia Quintero, Ray Stoeve, Yamile Mendez, and Connie Sun;
My rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🏫👩🏾🏫🧑🏿🏫📚➗️➕️🇨🇱
My thoughts: I enjoyed this story my only issue was the continuity. The MC has a son who goes to school in Austin 3 hours away from their location, MMC ex attended the high school where they work, and his ex was his high school sweetheart. It seemed like the author could not decide if he dated her in high school as a fellow student or a teenage Army private. When she asked him where he was from he said Oklahoma and later they referenced driving to Oklahoma as in they're not in Oklahoma, so how could he be her high school sweetheart while living in another state? Besides, if he and his ex were high school sweethearts but attended different high schools why wouldn't he just say, I'm from here? That kind of bugged me but other than that this story was great. I'm looking forward to reading more. Every time a teacher gave their name and mentioned somebody else was cute in school I was trying to see if I recognized these initials as matchups.
Recommend to others: Yes! I'm definitely going to read the entire series and the related series. I'm glad this was recommended to me.
The Teachers of Hardwood High
1. X+E (2024)
2. B+J (2024)
3. P+B (2025)
4. T+E (2025)
5. Q+C (2025)
6. A+J (2025)
Memorable Quotes: It’s time to let go of all these nostalgic things. When I reach the stairs, I tap the screen on my phone to videocall my girls. I know Tanasia will answer, so I call her, confident they’re together. “Hey, Mommy!” My beautiful baby child says as her smile comes into view on my screen. “Hi, baby girl!” I smile back, seeing my joy personified on the screen in front of me. “Mommy!” Jerrica squeals, pushing her way into the frame. “Hey, Boogie! I’m glad you’re together. I called to tell you something.” “You’re not pregnant, are you?” Tanasia asks with alarm in her voice. “What?” “Nasia, she’s way too old to be pregnant. She probably met a man or something like that.” A disgusted frown immediately carves itself on my face. I’m forty-five. Didn’t Janet Jackson and Halle Berry have babies in or close to their fifties? Wasn’t Ashanti flaunting her beautiful pregnant-and-over-forty self online a few months ago? “I’m not pregnant,” I tell them, hoping they can hear my annoyance. I make my way down the stairs and into the primary bedroom. When Brandon and I built this house, it fit every dream of a home. This primary bedroom is my oasis. But in the years before our divorce, this room was anything but a sanctuary. We refused to fight in front of the girls, so we’d come in, lock the door, and have it out. He’d tell me all the ways I was less than, and I’d remind him that he was too busy dicking down every woman at his company to notice what I did and didn’t do at home. “See, I told you. She’s too old.” Jerrica says, rolling her eyes at her sister. “And she hasn’t had a man in a decade.” Now these girls are going too damn far. I almost moved out of the primary room completely after his final act of disrespect. My heart thuds at the thought. I came home early one day when we only had a half-day at school to find his face buried deep in another woman’s pussy. Neither of them noticed when I came in. He did have a magical tongue. I crept up to him and kicked him so hard in his stomach that his teeth nicked her, and she started screaming, scrambling to get out of the bed and find her clothes. I filed divorce papers that day, and he was gone before the girls got home from their after-school activities. He wasn’t going to strip me of my power. He has properties all over the place, and he brought his dirt to our home, to the bed we shared. I wanted to set fire to the room every time I walked into it for over a month. Instead, I redecorated every inch of this room and got a new bed and mattress, and it’s mine now. Untainted. “I’m selling the house.” I wanted to be more gentle, but their asses are roasting me alive. “Why’d you make it sound serious?” Tanasia asks. “Because I thought it was serious, but y'all can’t take anything seriously.” Every damn thing is a joke with these two. They get that from their dad. “It’s not a big deal?” I ask. “It’s a house, Mom. A big empty house you now live in alone. We know you hate cleaning.” “I do. I went into the rooms to dust a few minutes ago, and I walked right back out.” The girls giggle. I used to have them cleaning every Sunday while we listened to Beyonce. I don’t mind doing dishes or even cleaning the bathrooms, but dusting is my kryptonite. “Is Daddy okay with you selling it?” Jerrica asks. “The house is mine. The deed is in my name only.” It’s been ten years, but the image of him in my mind pisses me off sometimes. We co-parent great, but I hold a grudge.
I note that he’s very careful with how he touches people. Essence doesn’t look uncomfortable in his presence. Do they have something going on? I wouldn’t be mad at Dr. Ranley for it, though. She’s worth losing it all based on looks only. “I had a nice break. Sent my baby girl off to college with her sister last week, and I’m seriously considering selling my house,” she answers with a smile. “Those aren’t vacation activities. Did you go anywhere or do anything special? You worked so hard last year and had the best test scores in the district again. Did you celebrate yourself?” She puts her hands on her hips. “With what bonus, Dr. Ranley?” He throws his head back and laughs, then pats her on her shoulder. “This isn’t a charter school. Student council got you that gift card.” This time, she laughs. “You know it was for ten dollars to Sonic, right?” “Half-priced drinks in the app?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. “Dr. Ranley, go bother someone else.” She laughs and starts walking off. “It’s good to see you, Essence,” he calls behind her, chuckling. I quickly look away as Essence walks towards me. She sits at the table next to mine and starts chatting with a short, thick Black woman. The quick exchange she had with Dr. Ranley has me intrigued. Who is Essence, and how can I get to know her?
“Damn, he is so handsome,” Janae whispers to me after Xavier introduces himself. He may have overshared, but he answered a few questions I had about him. Divorced and has a kid. I’m not even going to lie and say he’s not attractive because he damn sure is. I just want to know why he’s divorced. Is he a cheater with community dick? Is he a podcaster who hates women and calls us ‘females’? “He really is,” I reply. “You should–” “Girl, it’s the first day back at school. I’m not thinking about a man right now.” I cut her off. “You’re never thinking about a man,” she protests.
The math teachers start filing in, sitting at the desks they know are for each course. “Is there assigned seating?” Cassidy Cline asks, looking around the room, a deer in headlights. “No, Cassidy. Not really. We’re grouped by the subject we teach. If you teach two subjects, you can decide which group you want to be in.” I place a hand on her back and point out each group: Algebra 1, Geometry, Algebra 2, and advanced math. She thanks me and takes a seat with the other Geometry teachers. The other two new teachers: Jonathan Valley, and Dianisa Suarez get the same explanation and find a seat.