Romancing The Teacher
When he realized that the darkness was of his own making because his eyes were shut, Ian Malone struggled to pry them open.
The world was a blur.
Inch by inch, he became aware that the darkness that he now saw was the natural kind. It was the warm, cocooning darkness of night, not the hazy dark world of unconsciousness he had tumbled into what seemed like only a moment ago.
Not the netherworld either.
Damn.
His surroundings came into focus in almost comic slow motion. Snippets gradually telegraphed themselves through his brain. His fingers were no longer wrapped around the steering wheel of his car. In fact, he wasn't in his car at all.
Somewhere in the distance was the ever-annoying sound of crickets looking for one another. Looking to mate. Looking for a family.
Good luck with that, he thought sarcastically. Ian groaned as he tried to raise his head. He felt as if an anvil weighed it down, like what you saw in Saturday morning cartoons.
Did they still have Saturday morning cartoons? he'd stopped watching when he was ten. When he stopped being a kid.
His head was too heavy. He le ... read full excerpt from Romancing the Teacher ebook
