1001 DARK NIGHTS: Searching for Mine
(A Searching For Novella)
The Ultimate Anti-Hero Meets His Match…Connor Dunkle knows what he wants in a woman, and it’s the three B’s. Beauty. Body. Boobs. Other women need not apply. With his good looks and easygoing charm, he’s used to getting what he wants—and who. Until he comes face to face with the one woman who’s slowly making his life hell...and enjoying every moment...
Ella Blake is a single mom and a professor at the local Verily college who’s climbed up the ranks the hard way. Her ten-year-old son is a constant challenge, and her students are driving her crazy—namely Connor Dunkle, who’s failing her class and trying to charm his way into a better grade. Fuming at his chauvinistic tendencies, Ella teaches him the ultimate lesson by giving him a special project to help his grade. When sparks fly, neither of them are ready to face their true feelings, but will love teach them the ultimate lesson of all?
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EXCERPT
Connor trudged inside and reheated his dinner. The interior of his
apartment didn’t reflect the
shabby exterior. He’d updated the
original dull beige walls and carpet with a rich blue, and his brother’s girlfriend, Kennedy, had transformed
the bachelor pad into a home using a few feminine touches to brighten up the
place. He’d moved from his
old apartment he’d shared with
Nate to save money, ignoring his brother’s protests that he’d cover his expenses until Connor
finished school.
Hell, no.
Connor had spent his life taking care of his little brother and
raising him. Though Nate was now a fancy rocket scientist who used to work for
NASA, Connor refused to take his charity. But he hadn’t been able to afford the tuition so they’d struck a deal. Since Connor had worked
three jobs to get Nate through college when he was young, Nate would front his
tuition bill. Connor could live with that, knowing he’d pay back his brother every dime once he
got into a management position. He’d
quickly moved to this apartment to save on rent and was now able to live
comfortably.
He may not have fancy granite counters or stainless steel appliances,
but everything worked, including the big screen TV. The furniture was
secondhand, but it was solid wood mahogany, with clean, masculine lines. The
extra bedroom was a nice perk, so he used it for his workout equipment and
skipped the gym membership. Photos of architectural buildings and bridges
filled the walls, bringing a sense of wonder and creativity to the space. His
textbooks stuffed the antique bookcase, and he’d created a small workspace in the corner
of the living room, saving a spot for where he’d hang his degree.
He pulled out his sub, cracked open his beer, and ate at the sturdy
pine table while he scrolled through his iPhone and updated social media. The
radiator hummed and the pipes creaked in the background. The smell of sauce and
meat drifted in the air. He embraced the quiet, settled in, and enjoyed the
solitude. After dinner, he powered up his laptop and did a few hours of
schoolwork, finally rubbing his tired eyes around nine o’clock.
To think he once had nothing to do but hang at the pub with his
friends was now laughable. Most of the time, he fell asleep with his textbooks
open on the table, drooling over the pages. Other than an occasional Saturday
night out or hanging with his brother, his social life had dried up to an
embarrassing level. He rarely saw his old friends, who were mainly into getting
drunk at the bars every Friday and Saturday night, refusing to acknowledge that
forty loomed dangerously close. Hell, the saddest part of all was he didn’t even miss his old life.
Not even the women.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer Probst - Bio: Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.
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