Published by RC Boldt Publishing LLC on 08/09/2016
Genres: Romantic Comedy, Military
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Laws of Attraction is the fourth book in the Teach Me series, but can be enjoyed as a full-length, standalone romance.
RC Boldt's fourth book in the Teach Me series shows us that sometimes the perfect person for you is the one you least expected it to be ...
Langley Ford is the definition of serious. Going through life as a pararescue jumper, working solely around men, she’s had to go above and beyond to prove she’s their equal. In fact, she can’t recall the last time she allowed herself to truly relax or let her guard down.
Always the one others rely on to crack jokes, the one to liven things up, Lawson Briggs is a fun, easygoing guy who doesn’t take life too seriously. But witnessing so many of his friends falling in love, he begins to wonder what the fuss is about. Will he ever fall prey to that infamous “love bug”?
Langley is now out of the military and working at a security consulting firm. When she meets the tall, bearded teacher who has endless wisecracks and comments, a part of her wishes she could be like him, wishes she could remember how.
While Lawson might be the best person to teach her how to live life to the fullest, will Langley be the one who teaches him all about love?
The Teach Me Series is said to be similar to the former TV show, Friends, with strong emphasis on friendships, fun banter and silliness but with a definite steamy factor added to the mix.
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“I should go say hello to Momma K.” He watched as Lee’s lips twitched, eyeing Foster and Noelle, who were engaged in what appeared to be an epic staredown. Again. For like the millionth time.
Those two and their heated, sexual tension rivaled the fires of Hades.
Waving with a formal air for Lee to walk in front of him, he asked, “Shall we head to the kitchen, ma’am?”
She gave him a look. “Really? You’re ma’aming me?”
With a cocky grin, his answer was smug and thick with insinuation. “Don’t lie, Lee. You like me ma’aming you.”
“I find that I feel dirtier the longer I listen to this,” he heard Laney mutter from behind them.
Shaking her head, Lee walked in front of him and—oh, yeah—that made his Sunday evening veer off from pretty damn good to incredible. Maybe even stellar. He followed her through the dining room, distracted while his mind went where the typical male mind tended to wander when faced with a supremely attractive female.
Straight to the gutter.
Just as he began thinking of the ways he’d enjoy stripping her of those fitted khaki pants that showcased her firm ass, thinking of how he’d love to cup it in his hands as she rode him, it was brought to a screeching halt.
More like a grinding halt, maybe? Because when she stopped abruptly in front of him, just as they were about to walk into Momma K.’s kitchen, his hands instinctively reached for her hips to steady himself. And that slight arch of his lower body toward hers? Into her ass?
Oops. Color him shameless.
Turning her head to the side slightly, she mumbled, “Did you just grind on me? After I felt you staring at my ass the entire walk over here?”
“Guilty.” He smirked. “What can I say? Your ass is like the eighth wonder of the world.”
Before she could respond, they heard Momma K. call out, happily, “Langley! Come here, my dear girl.”
Thus, ending the awkward yet somehow enjoyable encounter with his lovely Lee.
And, yes. The teacher in him took pride in that impromptu example of alliteration.
Lovely Lee. Lovely, luscious Lee. Lawson’s lovely, luscious Lee.
Ding, ding, ding! The latter was absolute perfection.
Yeah, he knew that he was a supreme dork, but at least he was an alliteration genius. Surely that canceled out the dorky part.