Shakespearean love, but she knows almost nothing about real-life romance. She
has no time to learn either, as she’s busy battling overbearing parents, a
bullying principal, and a stubborn father.
Then she suddenly finds out that award-winning author Lincoln Atwood is coming
to take over her classes. No way will she surrender her authority to a hotshot
male writer who doesn’t know the first thing about poetry. Even if he is
After making a deal with his estranged brother, Lincoln is forced to stay in
Bliss Cove for over a month. He’d much rather be racing sled dogs or mountain
biking, so why not take a teaching gig to kill the time?
But Lincoln’s belief that teaching will be “easy” is quickly proven
wrong after he confronts the intriguing Grace with her embroidered sweaters and
spine of steel. And when he learns about the sizable gap in Grace’s education,
the plot thickens considerably.
retorted. “Whereas you—”
mouth before he could even process them. What the hell was he thinking?
all right? I don’t have time for a relationship.”
I’m prepping for summer school, and I have to help my father.”
matter. You certainly have no business questioning my love life.”
made it quite clear you’re not interested.”
his arms out. “The problem is that I’m too fucking interested. You’re damned
right I’m fixated on you, and it’s driving me crazy. I’ve wanted you from the
second I saw you sitting at the diner, I can’t stop staring at you in class,
and all I want to do is kiss you again. Hell, half the time I can’t even think
about anything except how much I want to touch you. If I had any intention of
staying here, I—”
She is delighted to introduce readers to Bliss Cove, California, a coastal town
with an abundance of warm cookies, ocean breezes, and the ever-present
possibility of love.
Nina loves all things spicy and sweet, with chili chocolates being at the top
of the list. She is also a fan of glossy magazines, pop culture, Gilmore Girls,
energy bites, Orangetheory, and the sound of silence.
She lives in Wisconsin with her meteorologist husband (yes, she asks him daily,
“What’s the weather forecast?”), their two children, a hyperactive
dog, and a snail named Pipsqueak.