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My name is Isabella Harron and I am new to Bookworm Belles. I wanted to drop in and say hello. I love to read and when I am not writing I continually search for that special book to keep my insides warm and toes curled. I think y'all know what I mean. If you are interested in getting to know Ryan, the sexy hero in my story then drop me a note at isabella.harron@aol.com and make sure to include your email address. My book Devotion is available on both Amazon and Goodreads. I have included a smidgeon of a taste of what is yet to come.

Ryan
I stepped out of bed this morning without delay excited for a Monday morning; this has been my routine since the second day of school Senior year, unlike the way I felt the day before.
The first day of school, I walked in, tired of football, girl drama, and worrying about what the future holds. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if I can move up my date to join the military if I graduate in December instead of waiting until May, but promises made amid the heartbreak, control the choices I have now.
I walked the hall, debating my options on the way to my elective, Journalism, which I chose as an easy option. I continued my path, a daunting task when surrounded by cheerleaders fighting for my attention. Clueless, them, not me, a talent I developed freshmen year when I started playing varsity football while fighting off the senior girls. I learned how to seem interested. I have perfected the technique; I am a master at it. I am not a jerk or even a bad guy. I have not found a girl in this school that holds my interest; it is as simple as that. Until that day first period Journalism, breaking away from the group as the sound of the second bell rings, I made my excuses, walking into the classroom as if I owned the place. Another technique I had developed which hid my insecurity in this life, to all outside appearances, I am calm and confident when I am in all reality nervous as a kindergartner on his first day of school. I plastered my best one, a smirking smile working for me as I heard the collective gasps from the girls as I strolled into the room that is until I listened to her voice, rendering me speechless.
"Good morning Mr. Raines. How nice of you to join us."
My eyes met hers, halting me in my tracks. With a pounding heart, dry mouth, and I was utterly silent. It could not have been but a second before I heard a clearing of a throat, witnessing as she pointed towards an empty seat, but to me, it felt as if hours had passed where I was lost, caught up in the spell. I found my voice.
"Good morning. Miss?"
"Mrs. Stephenson."
My heart did this strange flip-flop while my gut churned, causing some crazy sea-sickness feeling as I am rocking in powerful waves. I take my seat supporting my jaw in my hand while my eyes roamed over every single inch of her body while she spoke. Her shiny brown hair reminding me of the warm chocolate sauce, my mom used to make and her eyes I am guessing hazel similar to mine, but when the light hits them from the large window, I swear they are green. She is tall but not too crazy tall; athletic built with very soft curves. She isn't dressed sexy like some of the other teachers, a simple skirt molded across her hips and legs. Her shirt looks silky, short sleeves showing off her toned arms and I watch her every move hoping for her to bend enough for a glimpse of her breasts but the shirt hugs just below her collarbone.
I shift in my seat on the hard plastic chair having to remove my eyes from grazing her body if I don't, I am threatening to break through my zipper.
That was the first day of school, the beginning of September. It is now March, and I continue to get excited each Monday morning because I know today I will get to see Mrs. Stephenson. I see her each morning starting our day. "Good Morning Mrs. Stephenson."
"Good Morning Mr. Raines."
Her cheeks blush as her feet move her past me down the hall, and once again, I am content today. I am still here, previous plans intact, except I have added a new goal to my mission for graduation night, to show Mrs. Stephenson how I feel.



al book to keep me warm inside and my toes curled. I think y'all know what I mean. I did want to let you know I have ARCs of my new book available for anyone who is interested. Devotion is a different kind of teacher/student romance. If you want to meet sexy Ryan Raines the sexy hero of my story then drop me a note at isabella.harron@aol.com and make sure to leave your email address. I send ARCs through book funnel. Devotion is available on Amazon and Goodreads.