HOT for TEACHER - revealing the cover!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Cover Reveal!! I'm so excited! Check out some of my co-author's blurbs!

Expected release date: October 28, 2014.

Promise (Me This) by H.J. Bellus
Rules are broken and lines are crossed as Sadie and Mr. B fight to stay away from each other. One math class + a corny joke + a good girl + an awkwardly hot professor = Promise Me This.

Debating Number Ten by Amalie Silver
His goal was ten. Ten notches on his bed post before seducing his debate coach, Miss Shields. Will Simon reach his ideal woman, or will he end up Debating Number Ten?

Deviation by M.C Cerny
Deviation: an action, behavior, or condition that is different from what is usual or expected. Example: Edith and Jack deviate from the acceptable student teacher relationship.

The Life Plan by Phalla S. Rios
Everything was perfect, until the middle of my senior year. Our art teacher succumbed to bad health, leaving us with a substitute--and my plans turned to flames, turning into ashes. I thought I wasn't going to fall anymore. But the moment I laid eyes on Mr. Tomlinson, I begin to fall all over again.
This can't be happening…

Back to School by Vicki Green
Emma Danielson's last year of College and with bartending at night she's walking through life like a zombie. But, when the new teacher walks into her music class she definitely wakes up and takes notice. Josh Tyler's playing and singing at bar's and practices doesn't give him much time but, when he walks into the first day of his new music class and notices a beautiful girl sitting in the back, a fresh set of issues arise and a whole lot of trouble.

Lesson in Love by Missy Johnson
Jill has always been socially awkward. She's the girl who sits in the back of the library and hides behind her computer. So when she meets Dan through an online dating site, she finally feels like she can be the girl she so badly wants to be…
Confident. Sexy. Interesting.
What she wasn't counting on was Dan being Mr Rowan, her history teacher...

Rite of Passage by Mandee Mae
Haley knew she had a lot to learn since she pretty much grew up in a bubble. She just didn’t realize the classroom wasn’t the only place she was going to be taught new and exciting things.

The Teacher's Pet by Niquel
The Cunningham twins looked alike but were polar opposites. When Maxine Sheppard, the sexy English teacher, arrived, they had one common goal: becoming the teacher's pet.

Love Lessons by Liv Morris
Desperate to find a teaching job after graduating college, Tali Tillman returns to her high school to teach English Literature. One of her students and star quarterback, Daniel Johnson, begins to fail her class, so Tali's asked to tutor him after-hours. Lines between teacher and student become blurred, but will they be crossed?

The Fast Lane by Lisa M. Harley
Six weeks - all Ben has to do is teach this one class and then he will officially be an Officiant. When he meets Laine Jacobsen, the party girl of the county, he sees something in her that others just don't see. Will she change her ways or will this teacher become the student?

Teach Me, by Elle Bright: History belongs in the past. Or so Savannah thought, until her new history professor decides to teach her a thing or two...

One Summer - the next chapter

Sunday, September 14, 2014

As promised, my dear Flashers... Here is the next installment of Roman and Abby's summer love. In the August chapter, we left them a little hot and heavy. Abby is going to have to make a decision about going back to LA and about her relationship with Roman. Right now, Roman just wants to hold onto Abby for as long as possible...

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            Roman is a very thorough lover. I’m laying here in bed next to him and I feel content, cared for and at peace. I turn over on my side so I can study the man next to me. His skin carries a summer tan from his head to the bottoms of his feet. Muscles define every part of his body, a soft snore slips through his lips and I smile. If we’re comparing him to Lucas, it’s like gooey delicious cavity causing caramel versus plain old apples. Lucas was more and more like rotten apples that had been left on the counter too long, but whatever. I have to shake the image of those wrinkled forgotten apples from my mind. After another lengthy and I mean lengthy morning of lovemaking, I am achy, hungry and too exhausted to care. Roman is next to me, dead to the world with his snoring now, and his thick arms and legs hang half off the bed. I’m almost afraid to wake him because he might try for another round and as much as I think I could handle it, my body might combust. I slither from the bed inching my body out from under covers and I’m careful not to wake him as I head into the shower. A few minutes all to myself under the hot spray will clear the cobwebs of my love drunk hang over.

            Washing my hair, I think about my conversation with my dad. I have to go back to L.A. I do kind of owe him for providing all the advantages he’s given me at some point and sooner rather than later if I’m going to keep my job at the firm. Admittedly, I’m scared of this new step with Roman and its guilt propelling me back to my old life not any unfinished business with Lucas. All I have when I return is my job, right under my dad’s thumb. I could give it up but I’d be starting all over and I don’t even know where to begin. Roman will be a twenty hour drive from L.A. to Seattle up the coast. Fuck that, I’ll use whatever money I make to take a plane. If Roman wants to still see me that is. I choke back a sob from the overwhelming emotions between what I want and what I feel I should be doing. I took a huge gamble running away from L.A. because if I’m honest with myself, that’s exactly what I did. I ran and even though it forced me to learn things about Lucas, Leah and my dad, it hasn’t changed the fundamental fact that I’m still too scared to make a real decision here. It’s not fair to Roman to run from one man to the next. After I’ve convince myself that going back is the right thing to do I turn off the water, throwing my arm out into the cool bathroom, grabbing a towel just outside the glass shower door. Now I have to work up the courage to tell Roman.   

            “Hollywood.” The sound of my nickname jars me a little, seeing Roman standing inside the bathroom admiring the view I’m giving him from the completely see through shower stall. I smile shaking off the uneasiness I feel.

            “You promised me coffee, sailor.” I say taking the fluffy towel and drying my body slowly letting his eyes linger and travel down my body as I rub the droplets of water from my shoulders and breasts down to my hips and thighs. I keep my eyes on his letting his heated gaze warm me.

            “So I did. Meet me at the microwave, sea-witch.” Roman smirks giving me one last look over before swaggering towards the kitchen. I shake my head laughing, how easily this man improves my mood.

            I get dressed and meet Roman in his bachelor pad kitchen and like everything else in his apartment, it’s clean and simple. “So what’s on our agenda today?” I say as the microwave beeps. Roman is careful to put the paper covering back on the cup and hands me my steaming coffee.

            “Well I thought we might take the afternoon and visit the Aquarium and find dinner somewhere on the pier.” We both take a sip of our coffee and the warmth of the cup is nothing compared to the warm feelings I have looking at Roman.

            “Sounds like a nice little adventure. Is it going to rain today?” I ask looking out the large floor to ceiling windows into the greyish late morning sky. Its overcast but I guess that’s Seattle.

            “Probably, and I will even let you pick which umbrella we can bring.” Roman laughs.

            “So generous of you.” I smirk. “Roman…” I begin and he turns towards me slowly.

            “Whatever we need to talk about, can we table it until after dinner? Please?” Roman asks.

            “I just… I just wanted to know what I should wear today.” I plaster on a fake smile because I don’t know how Roman efficiently reads my mind to know I need to discuss something serious with him already. 

            “Whatever your heart desires, maybe very little? Although, it will probably sprinkle rain on us at some point.” I shake my head and try to remember what’s in my bag. I decide I’ll keep Roman’s oversized t-shirt on tucking it into a pair of shorts with a wide belt and sandals. 

We get dressed and Roman sneaks kisses as he pulls me close to him and grabs a scarf from his closet before I can spy any umbrellas. “What’s this for?” I lean back asking him as he gently drapes the scarf around my neck.

            “Trust me, I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill, Hollywood.” Roman gives me a quick peck on the lips and now I want to skip the aquarium. Screw seeing these cute sea animals, my legs are weak and I feel adrift standing in Roman’s presence.

            “We could see the aquarium tomorrow.” I whisper coyly and Roman leans his head down into mine, his eyes close and then open exhausted as if he’s run miles. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected here.

            “Then we would never leave this apartment.” He growls chuckling and I have to nod and agree. We’ve been so into each other since we left Gold Beach, it would be nice to finally go out and see the city he loves so much. Roman opens another closet and walks in taking my hand with his. The one wall is lined with umbrellas. Different sizes, colors and fabrics. I never knew there were so many kinds of umbrellas. Okay, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had a ‘collection’ of umbrellas. If he had a crazy cat lady aunt, I would have sworn he had an umbrella gifted to him for every birthday or holiday that passed.

“Blame Maddie, I swear I haven’t purchased a single one of them.” I look back at him amazed and he laughs nudging me forward to pick one out. “I don’t lie about these things.” He says and of course, how could one lie about several dozen umbrellas?

            “No, you definitely don’t” I say and grab the first one I see. I’ll have to ask Maddie about her fascination with gifting umbrellas.


            Watching Abby get out of the shower was torture… Wrapping a scarf of mine around her neck was a little like marking my territory… Walking to the Aquarium under an umbrella in an afternoon sprinkle covered in pink flowers and butterflies… now that was a bit emasculating, but I managed to survive. This would remind me to tell Maddie once again, no more damn umbrellas. My collection was something ridiculous and not even one of my own making as much as I loved Maddie.

            We walked on the sidewalk dodging other couples and kids not yet in school on our way to the aquarium. Being much taller than Abby, I had to hold the umbrella and navigate the way. It made holding her hand difficult and disappointing for the twenty minute trek from my building. I hadn’t been to the aquarium in a year, maybe two but the layout was still familiar. “So when was the last time you visited a place like this?” I ask Abby who is looking through the glass wall of the aquarium behind a group of pushy little kids fighting to see the larger fish swim by them. Her forehead is a little scrunched up looking for the fishing darting between rocks and plants.

            “Um… I must have been eleven. It was definitely before my mom’s first cancer treatment, probably before we all found out what had been making her so tired and sick all the time. She took Leah and I down to San Diego for the weekend and we went to Sea World. I couldn’t wait to see the seahorses, seals and penguins.” Her hand touches the thick Plexiglas of the tank and I know she’s lost in a thought about her mother.

“What was she like?” I feel terrible for bringing it up but I guess these will be the moments we learn from each other.

“She was beautiful, smart… I remember her cooking a lot and braiding our hair for school.” Abby touches her loose braid reverently and I feel her loss keenly. Her mother was taken suddenly by cancer and mine suddenly by a drunk driver. Neither is something that a kid can emotionally plan for and we’ve both got that open wound still. “She was always home for us which I guess you kind of take for granted back then. You never know which moment will end up being the most precious or last.” She says and I tug her into my arms squeezing.

“Definitely not.” There isn’t much I can say that’s comforting so I offer Abby my arms. Her warm breath puffs against my chest and I hope to hell I haven’t made her cry. I already know we have to talk about what will happen in a few weeks when she goes back to L.A. but I want to push that away for as long as I can.

“My sister was all about the predatory fish.” Abby mumbles against me trailing off her thoughts and I can’t help my laugh when she turns in my arms to look at me and scowls. “What? Why are you laughing?” She certainly knows how to break the ice.

            “Hollywood, you and your sister are lawyers. Please tell me she wasn’t fascinated by the sharks even at that age?” I’m trying really hard to not laugh, honestly I am, and covering my mouth doesn’t seem to be helping. Abby steps back, staring at me. She is shaking her head in a combination of mad and cute before walking off to the next exhibit. “Awe, babe, come on. It was funny. Get it? Sharks and lawyers?” I’m dodging between kids and adults in the exhibit hallway to catch up to Abby.

            “Uh huh. Yup. Funny.” Abby smirks and stands before another exhibit, this one showcases the seahorses she loves and she tilts her head watching them hover and dart through the water and plants. I come up next to her from behind and kiss her neck. “Why can’t I ever stay mad at you?” She whispers.
            “Because I’m the only one who lets you be who you are.” I say a smile on my lips as I try to kiss her neck again but she steps away. Little brat.

“And that would be?” She asks. Hey, she did ask.

“Totally stubborn and completely bratty.” She huffs so I grab her hand. I can’t have her leaving me amid toddlers and strollers ready to mow me down. “Come on, that seal show is going to start soon.” I say and pull her towards the outdoor enclosure before she can think about what I said too much.

Just as we are rounding the corner to the seal exhibit I stop suddenly causing Abby who is behind me to bump right into me. “Oomph! Roman?” Abby says muffled because her face is in my back.

“Sorry, Abby. I uh...” I don’t know what to say because the person in front of me is greeting kids and parents happens to be, well… one of those ex’s I didn’t think I was going to ever see again. Honestly, when we ended things amicably she just didn’t cross my mind again and so I kind of forgot she still worked here. As in, at the aquarium. Turns out Aryn Lavoie moved up from an assistant to the lead seal trainer here at the aquarium. Shit. “Abby, I’m kind of hungry, do you uh?” I turn around so she can’t see Aryn but I’m obviously having one of those ‘let’s meet every girl I banged before Abby day…’ Inwardly I’m groaning in misery because this was not how I planned to have Abby get to know me better.

“Um, no, I’m not, we ate food at your place, remember? Roman, what’s going on?” She asks peering around me.

“Nothing, I, uh…” I’m so busted.

“Roman? Roman Winters?” Aryn spotted me. Fuck my luck like a duck. I turn and prepare myself to face the music and hope Abby isn’t a jealous claw your face off kind of girl though I’m sure she’s generally level headed being a shark professionally.

“Hey, Aryn. Abby this is Aryn, Aryn – Abby.” I say cautiously introducing the girls, giving her a weird wave, so I don’t have to shake her hand. It’s kind of weird to shake a girl’s hand after having sixty-nined with her, wait… forget I said that.       

“Hi, I’m Abigail Holliday.” Abby steps forward and offers Aryn a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you. I just love the seal exhibit.” Abby is polite and perfect while I’m still processing how to not throw up over botching our day.

“Hi there, I’m Aryn Lavoie, you must be a new – friend – of Roman’s?” Aryn says and Abby laughs. Oh I am so screwed later and not in a good way.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Abby keeps smiling and I’m ready for the bagpipers to plan my funeral processional. “So how long have you been a seal trainer” Abby asks.

“Oh, only the last eighteen months or so. I’ve worked here about five years though since graduation. I mostly do the shows now and kid education programs on sea life. I love it, except for all the dead fish you know, eh?” Aryn says and she still has her Canadian accent.

“Wow, that’s great, this is my first time here so I can’t wait to see the show.” Abby and Aryn keep exchanging pleasantries as if they knew each other before. It’s weird and I’m sure some kind of girl code for: ‘Oh, he didn’t tell you about me, well kick his ass later because he probably did something dickish, eh?’

“Well, it was great meeting you and seeing you again, Roman. I’ve got to get back to my babies here. Feel free to stop by after the show, if you want and I’ll let you feed them.” Aryn says.

“Yeah, sure.” I run my hands through my hair. “Maybe another time? We have early dinner plans, but it was nice seeing you.” I mumble and Aryn skips off, yeah skips off, because she is one of those peppy, always happy types of people. I follow after Abby who walks into the small stage area to watch the seal show and finds us seats in the middle of the risers.

“So what’s up with Aryn?”

“Huh?” The whole encounter has left me a little weirded out, especially after running into Sasha this morning at Starbucks.

“Aryn? You know, pretty seal trainer with killer legs, long brown hair and obvious Canadian accent? That Aryn, we just met.” Abby asks and I think she might be feeling as weird as I do.

“Oh, Aryn. Well, we dated I guess.” My male brain is warning me to stick to the facts and not give Abby more details. I’ve been told girls will run with details and I’m not a total jerk that I want to risk upsetting Abby or disrespecting someone I dated briefly.

“How do you guess a date? Either you did or didn’t right?” She says in her lawyer voice I’m coming to learn.

“It was about two years ago.” I sigh. I put my arm around Abby and pull her closer to me. I’d have put her on my lap but this was a public place and Aryn was kind of feeding four, two hundred plus pounds of animals dead fish in front of us. Not exactly comforting or romantic. “I saw her for about three maybe four months and then I broke it off. I didn’t feel what I thought I should to keep it going. It was mutual but I think she was more upset at the time.” I tell her honestly.

“Oh.” Abby says… and wasn’t that a telling response.  


So it wasn’t the fact that Roman had dated before me, heck I came to Gold Beach still in a relationship, or so I had thought. It was just different to actually see that side of Roman up close and personal. I held his hand during the seal show as Aryn whistled and threw various fish at the large silky seals that eagerly jumped and performed on command. She seemed a nice girl and I didn’t get that weird chic voodoo that usually occurs when one or the other is trying to stake a claim on the  man. It was nice. Most girls I knew, my sister included were such drama whores it was unbelievable.       

 The seal show ended and we waved to Aryn walking out of the seal stadium deciding to walk around a bit more before having an early dinner. Roman kept his arm around me the entire time like a caveman. I lo---liked his arm exactly where it was. Loving Roman would come in good time. We exited the aquarium to a much greyer sky and I was glad he had given me the scarf to wear when the wind picked up just enough to give me a chill in the late August air. I missed the climate of L.A. but I would miss Roman more when I had to go back, something I was not too eager to discuss with him. I had been avoiding the reality of my decision for as long as possible and I needed to figure this out but first I had another entirely inappropriate question looming in my mind… “So Roman, did Aryn ever make those seal sounds, you know, in bed?” He stopped walking and looked at me like I kicked a puppy before giving me a twisted little smirk and pulling me in closer, anchoring his arms around me so I couldn’t escape.

“No Abigail, she did not.” He emphasizes the syllables of my name looking into my eyes. Ugh, his eyes keep me trapped thinking about what the rest of him would do to me if we weren’t on this busy sidewalk. “However, I’ll never think of a seal whistle quite the same way again.” He says  against my ear nipping just under the shell and I want to choke him. I wiggle out of his grasp and walk on. I adore him and now I just want to choke him. I settle for turning back to him and playfully punching him in the arm instead and walking away doing my best to not stomp my feet.

“That’s assault, counselor.” He says laughing loudly.

“Prove it.” I retort mouthing the words right back at him in a whisper.




Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Check out my #giveaway on GoodReads for a chance to win
 one of two signed paperback copies of FLASHPOINT!
The second novel in my series will be out on November 24th
so catch this one before it's gone in a FLASH!
M.C. Cerny
*This contest is through GoodReads and chances to enter end on October 8th.*

Saturday, September 6, 2014

in the

Jack and Edith are about to get hot... heavy... and break ALL the rules.

Eleven BRAND NEW Novellas just waiting to be devoured.

Deviation - Hot Teacher Anthology

Friday, September 5, 2014

Howdy Flashers! Are you ready to get back to school?? I know our house is in full swing preparations. Now I love summer as much as the next momma but going back to school means routine and structure as the heat wanes into fall and pretty colors change the leaves. For me, it's an exciting time to run fall marathons and cozy up with friends and family. I wanted to share with all of you that I'm also participating in a brand new anthology called: Hot for Teacher. This anthology will feature some hot and sexy stories by some of today's best selling authors!! I'm honored and humbled to be apart of such an amzing group of contributing authors in this line up of brand new short stories that will be out in late October 2014.
My story is called, "Deviation." 

Deviation: an action, behavior, or condition that is different from what is usual or expected.
Example: Edith and Jack deviate from the acceptable student teacher relationship.

Edith Willows is that girl from the wrong side of town struggling to get out and make something of herself. She's worked hard to get to where she is today, but inside she harbors a secret. Edith has crushed on her student teacher Jack Hamilton for YEARS. She carries her torch for him quietly and after one kiss she's ruined.
Jack Hamilton almost gave up teaching entirely after one kiss from Edith Willows. Instead of pursuing the classroom, he's leading his own risk analysis company. One phone call and a favor from his old Dean puts Jack back in the classroom and back in Edith's well organized life.
It's a little crazy, it's a lot of fun... but it also DEVIATES from the normal student/teacher relationship.

I hope you love it as much as I had fun writing it!
M.C. Cerny
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