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Blurb:
Heartbreakingly beautiful and devastatingly annoying, Timaeus Lambros, a deaf, former military translator, has just been assigned as my co-teacher for the rest of the school year.
His stupid-hot face gets on my nerves.
So does his well-fitting jeans.
Charming and gorgeous men like him should not be teachers.
They should be locked away in a storage closet… with me.
But that’s just a teachers’ lounge fantasy with a big dreamy sigh attached.
Tim and I can never be a thing. He’s broody and closed off, while I’m the new owner of a one-way ticket back to Costa Rica, thanks to budget cuts.
But my abuelita always said life wasn’t a fairytale. So even if Tim does have a magical tongue and a dreamy body, we still might not get a happily ever after.

 

SYNOPSIS


Milah-

A girl walks into a bar—wait, wrong story.

A girl walks into her classroom—well, technically, there is a bar in this story—where she finds a handsome prince perched atop her desk like a sweet thank you note from a parent.

But when he looked at her, he frowned and painfully shook her hand as if it killed him to do so.

Okay, so this is my story, and I may have exaggerated a teeny bit.

Truth is: I’m a five-foot-tall foreign language teacher, and Timaeus Lambros is my co-teacher—not a prince on my desk—for the rest of the semester.

His stupid-hot face gets on my nerves.

So does his well-fitting jeans.

Charming and gorgeous men like him should not be teachers. They should be locked away in a storage closet… with me.

But that’s just a teachers’ lounge fantasy with a big dreamy sigh attached.

Tim and I can never be a thing. He’s broody and closed off while I’m the new owner of a one-way ticket back to Costa Rica, thanks to budget cuts.

But my abuelita always said life wasn’t a fairytale. So even if Tim does have a magical tongue and a dreamy body, we still might not get a happily ever after.

Tim-

This wasn’t supposed to be my life.

I was supposed to be someone. I had a job. I had options. I had all five senses.

Until I didn’t.

Until a genetic defect became a demon inside me, eating me from the inside out, taking everything I ever loved.

So I fought it—starved it—until I became an empty shell of the man I used to be.

I wouldn’t miss the sound of the music I used to play.

I wouldn’t miss the camaraderie I used to share with my brothers.

I wouldn’t miss Timaeus Lambros—the old me.

Until I did.

Until my therapist goaded me into proving that I had moved on from grieving my deafness.

Suddenly, I’m shoved into a classroom with a feisty Latina and a bunch of preteens.

I’m in way over my head.

The chaos…

The arguments…

And don’t even get me started on the kids.

Being a teacher was not part of my plan.

Neither was craving to hear her words and exploring her body.

Milah Iglesias was mine the moment she signed a four-letter word.

And no amount of budget cuts or international borders will rip her away from me now.

 

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