The Teacher’s Billionaire

Elementary school teacher, Callie Taylor’s life is turned upside down when she learns the truth about her birth following the death of her mother.  Not only is her father alive, but he’s none other than presidential candidate Senator Warren Sherbrooke.

Billionaire and confirmed bachelor , Dylan Talbot, is devoted to his family.  When his stepfather Warren Sherbrooke receives a letter from a past love telling him they have a daughter together, Dylan is instantly suspicious.  In order to keep the media vultures away and protect Warren’s political aspirations, Dylan convinces Warren to let him handle the situation.

Despite Callie’s fears  and Dylan’s vow to never fall in love, the two of them can’t resist the feelings that blossom between them.  However, when Callie learns the real reason he has been spending time with her their fledgling romance is put in jeopardy and only complete honesty can save it

Read an excerpt from The Teacher’s Billionaire

Kissing hadn’t been on his agenda for the evening. Not that he hadn’t been thinking about it since he’d walked in, but he kept telling himself to ignore the urge. He’d been doing a damn good job of it too until she turned around. Then, something in him just snapped. He’d felt as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t taste her here and now.

Just once. I’ll stop after that, he promised himself, keeping the kiss light.

His mind told him to pull back, put some space between them, and he had every intention of doing just that when Callie’s hands tentatively settled on his shoulders.

Putting his arms around her waist, Dylan gently tugged her up against his body. Deepening their kiss, he teased her lips with his tongue until she opened for him.

For him, the outside world faded away. The only things he was aware of were the sweet taste of lemonade that lingered on her lips and the feel of her body next to his. Slowly, he moved his hand up her slender body and buried his hands in her silky dark hair.

The rumble of thunder and sudden flash of light yanked Dylan back to reality. Pulling back, he dropped his hands to her shoulders and tried to get himself back under control. His heart pounded, his breathing was heavy, and his body yelled for release.

Jesus, what the hell just happened?

He’d kissed plenty of women, desired plenty too. Yet he’d never felt quite like this before, like he’d just run a marathon. And it had only been a kiss.

Say something.

Usually so charming with women, Dylan found himself at a loss for words.

Anything, Talbot. Don’t just stand here.

She wasn’t looking at him, but rather studying a spot just over his left shoulder. Her lips were red from his kiss, a light pink blush crept all the way down her neck, and her hair was starting to fall free from its customary ponytail. At that moment, Dylan thought she was the sexiest woman he’d ever met.

Outside, he heard the rain pelting against the windows and the older glass rattled under the assault. It was the only sound in the too quiet room.

“I’m…” Dylan began, but stopped. Apologizing didn’t seem right. He wasn’t sorry he’d kissed her. At least not sorry in the way she might take it. It had been an incredible kiss, but it could also complicate an already complicated situation.

“Are you okay?” he asked instead.

Chewing on her bottom lip, something he noticed she did when nervous, Callie nodded. “Don’t you know I always make out with guys in my kitchen after I feed them?”

While she answered him with a straight face, he knew she was joking to make light of the situation. During their outing in Newport, he’d seen evidence of a very dry and quirky sense of humor.

“Maybe I should start coming over for dinner more often then.” He meant the response to be more easygoing banter to lighten the atmosphere. Unfortunately, it didn’t come out that way. Instead of laughing and coming up with a great comeback as he expected, she pulled away from him and resumed cleaning the counter.

Afraid he would make matters worse, Dylan remained silent as he helped her finish cleaning off the table and load the dishwasher.

Now what? He couldn’t leave after that. Somehow he needed to smooth things over. Make things comfortable between them again if he planned on holding up his end of the bargain with Phillips. How though? He didn’t have a clue. Dylan was out of his element where this woman was concerned. She was so different from the women he usually spent time with. Throw in the fact that she was Warren’s daughter and, hell, he was drowning.

“Dinner was delicious. Thank you.” His mind worked a mile a minute trying to figure out the right thing to say. “If it’s okay, I’d like to do it again sometime.” Both the dinner and the kiss he thought. He continued on before she could respond. “Would it be okay if I call you this week?”

Callie didn’t answer at first, and Dylan wondered what was going through her mind. He could almost see the wheels turning. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, she gave him a tentative smile. “Umm. Sure. If you want. I’ll be around. No place to be except work.”

Her response pleased him. A lot. More than it should have. Time to make your exit, Talbot. Before you do something stupid. Like kiss her again.

“Good. I’ll talk to you soon then.”