Cover Reveal: Christina and the Rebel Affair by R. Linda
Title: Christina and the Rebel Affair
Author: R. Linda
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Editor: Lori Whitwam
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Publication Date: October 16th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
They say a leopard can’t change its spots, but I beg to differ. I’m not the girl I used to be, and now is my chance to prove it.
I’m back at the high school where I burned a lot of bridges and hurt a lot of people. Only this time, I’m not a student…I’m a teacher. I want to repair the damage I caused and move on…hopefully with Bennett Sawyer.
I’m stunned when I find out Bennett just so happens to be one of my new students—and the principal’s son. I didn’t know it when we began dating, and now we’ve got to put an end to our relationship, or risk losing everything.
But the attraction between us is unstoppable, and when jealousy gets in the way, all I want to do is mark my territory, but I can’t.
With a smile like his, and a body to die for, can I stay away from him and pretend he means nothing…until he graduates in ten weeks?
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R. Linda drinks wine and writes books.
A coffee addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.
Renee lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the couch to watch their favourite movies.
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We’d never had a meaningful conversation, other than how tight to make the handcuffs, and I wasn’t about to start with my father as the topic.
“He doesn’t exactly scream ‘father figure,’ does he? I mean, he was laying the moves on you after school.”
“Don’t be daft, Christina. You’re telling me you didn’t notice the way he stood too close, or let his hand linger on your body too long?” I scoffed.
“You certainly noticed, didn’t you?”
“From the other side of the parking lot. Yes.” She was so close again, I could just reach out and pull her to me. “Did it make you feel special?”
“No. It made my skin crawl.”
“Good.” My lips curved into a small smile. I was glad she didn’t enjoy his attention.
We were silent again, watching each other. She licked her lips, and her fingers twitched in front of her. She looked as though she was fighting the urge to reach for me as much as I was.
“This,” she raised her hand after a few more moments and flicked it between us, “is over. You know that, right?”
I knew she was right. It had to end, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. We were great together. She was made for me, my hands, my body, and given enough time, it could have become something more. I said I was an ass before, but that wasn’t true. I liked her and could maybe come to care about her more, but I wasn’t that much of a jerk to continue this affair and risk her job, her reputation—hell, even her freedom. Or mine. If my father discovered our relationship, he’d kick me out without even blinking.
I pushed off the car and closed the distance between us. Her breath caught in her throat as she lowered her head and looked at the ground. My left hand rested on her hip, and my right grabbed her hair, pulling it tightly until she was staring me in the eyes. Her entire body pressed against mine. I leaned down, and my body hummed, wanting to kiss her one last time but knowing I shouldn’t. I brushed my lips against her cheek and smiled when she melted against me, trying to turn her face so I’d kiss her.
“I know,” I whispered against her ear, and then I released her, stepped back, and opened my car door. “I’ll see you at school, Ms. Brown.”