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EBOOK TITLE: Teacher Teacher
eBook ISBN: 1-58749-065-X, Print ISBN: 1-58749-223-7
GENRE: romance
AUTHOR: Barbara Cary
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DESCRIPTION: Widowed Cate Munro loves two things: her son and teaching music. But school board member, Tom Flannery, threatens both her loves and livelihood with proposed budget cuts. Cate must defend her principles while resisting attraction to Flannery, a man too much like her faithless husband. Single parent, Tom Flannery, suspects manipulation when Cate casts his daughter in a school musical. Yet when he confronts her, he finds an honest woman who gently opens his skeptical mind and bruised, mistrustful heart. Who is the student and who is the teacher when two battered souls must learn to trust and love again?

Reviews "Catherine Munro is in a bind. She needs to convince the school board how vital music education is to elementary grade students to save the program - and her job... TEACHER TEACHER is a lot of fun to read. Both serious and funny, this is an outstanding novel." Review by Kathy Boswell for Romantic Times magazine, 4 STARS "Author Barbara Cary skillfully weaves strong emotions, humor, and a fascinating plot into TEACHER, TEACHER. While the tone of the novel is light, beneath the surface lays a deeper issue as the heroine explains the values of extracurricular activities in the school system... Cate and Tom are gratifyingly mature characters facing realistic challenges with humor, intelligence and grace. Consequently, TEACHER, TEACHER is a marvelous read for romance lovers who seek a lighthearted, fun read." Review by Cindy Penn for Wordweaving.com, Highly recommended "TEACHER, TEACHER is an entertaining and heart-touching story of two people who have to let go of past hurts to have a happy future. Cate's marriage was not a happy one, and her soul still harbors some unresolved pain, but she is a strong, honest woman. Tom is successful, strong and a dedicated parent to Megan. Tom and Cate are made for each other, and with a little help from their children and a loving aunt they will eventually realize it." Review by Carol Durfee for Romance Reviews Today

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Excerpt: Tom raised a brow and stepped across the threshold before she could slam the door in his face. "Giving me a key might be a little premature, don't you think?" he teased. "I mean, we're barely on a first name basis." Her hand went to her throat as she backed away from him. "I thought you were Jon." He followed her two steps into the foyer and nodded with exaggerated understanding. "Sure. Well, here, you forgot to take this." She forced her gaze downward to the packet he presented her. "I...I..." He stifled a grin and snatched her right hand. Using his thumb as a gentle pry, he wheedled her fingers open and laid the glossy packet in the well of her palm. When she shook her head and backed another step, he squeezed her hand softly and forced her to look into his face. "A word of advice," he said confidentially. "These things might have a shelf life. Don't wait too long before you use them." He grinned openly when she gasped, and held her hand tighter. "I had a great time. Cate." She looked so porcelain pale in the weak porch light that his insides wrenched with the same overpowering need to protect her that he felt earlier in the lobby of the restaurant. The impulse to reach out and fold her in his arms was impossible to resist. So he didn't resist as he pulled her toward him. She felt so good inside his arms, softly feminine and a little trembly. The scent of her hair filled his head and her eyes glimmered with golden- green innocence. A second, more potent urge seized him, one he knew he should dismiss out-of-hand. He suddenly wanted to kiss her, just enough to sample her secrets and satisfy his curiosity about this prim music teacher. Ignoring the risk that she might smack him, he brushed his mouth against hers. The impact of that simple grazing of flesh to flesh sent him reeling. He hadn't felt such an electric sizzle and sensual delight of a sweet, stolen kiss since the happier days with Lara. Though he set out only to tweak Cate's overwrought sense of propriety by returning the condom packets, he had stepped over the line of appropriateness by a country mile. He deserved whatever verbal or physical defenses she flung at him. Cate did whimper a faint protest and pressed her hand to his shoulder. His heart racing as if he'd run a marathon, he braced for the sting of her palm on his cheek and began a preemptive retreat. But, amazingly, she lifted on her toes and followed him. He doubted that she realized what she'd done, or that she let a little gasp of disappointment slip out as she pressed into his body. His ego swelled with unmitigated satisfaction, and a deeper, more basic urge made him bolder. He gripped her narrow waist with one arm and threaded his cold-stiffened fingers through the silken strands of her hair. Then he kissed her the way a warm, beautiful woman deserves to be kissed. She tasted like white wine and feminine promises. He inhaled her scent in ragged breaths as he moved his lips over hers. He wanted her to open her mouth to him, but didn't press. She clung to the sleeves of his coat as if she he were a life buoy. He didn't want to drown her in sensations for which she wasn't prepared. Neither did he want to drown himself. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her lips, but not far enough that he couldn't still feel the warmth of her face. She swallowed another protest and then blinked twice when he let her go. He was sure that his lopsided grin trembled from the aftershock of her kiss. "Well, well, Cate Munro," he murmured, "you're full of un-teacher-like surprises tonight. You kiss as good as you swear." She stared at him dumbfounded. He decided to leave before she found her wits. He backed up until he stood on the cement stoop outside. "Goodnight. See you at 7:30 on Tuesday." She didn't seem able to answer. He simply flashed another knowing grin, turned, and loped down the three steps to the sidewalk. In less than fifteen seconds, he was back inside the car, still grinning like some damned cat that had just eaten the canary of its dreams. Moreover, he decided that he'd like to try that particular entree sometime soon again.

Author BIO: Barbara can't remember a time when she didn't love to read. In seventh grade, after she penned an action scene for English, she was hooked on writing, too. That was also the last time she wrote anything short. She began writing teen romantic stories as a pleasurable pastime. After attending college near home in north central Illinois she married, raised two children, lived in several regions of the United States, and pursued varied work experiences which provide rich resources for her "grown-up" romance novels. When she isn't writing, reading, or gardening, she brainstorms ways to spoil her grandson. Readers can reach Barbara by e-mail at: Serraine@aol.com. VISIT BARBARA'S WEBSITE AT: www.barbaracary.com