Schooled on Love Novella Series E-Book Bundle

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★★★★★ "I am becoming a big fan of Kaci Lane. This is an adorable quick sweet romance. Loved it. Well written, great characters, original storyline. I definitely recommend." – Amazon review

A group of career-minded coworkers thought they knew it all . . . until they got schooled on love.

These quick reads have light faith elements and have a heat level of only kisses. 

📖 Christopher pulled his taco truck to the edge of the small shopping center facing the high school. Every Tuesday from eleven until seven, the Lake Level community knew they could count on Tacos To-Go. Between people making a midday run to the stores and hungry teachers needing a break from their cafeteria cuisine, the first hour was one of his busiest. 

Like clockwork, people began lining up as soon as he opened the window and displayed his menu. 

Several repeat customers visited first. Christopher asked them to try his new brisket taco. They unanimously agreed he should add it to the regular rotation. 

Christopher lifted his chest with pride at having yet another new recipe approved by his biggest fans. His grandpa prided himself on serving the same authentic dishes for forty years. But those who wanted a twist on the traditional Cruz Tacos dishes knew they could count on Christopher’s taco truck. 

Amid the steady hum of the food truck and a few cars passing, Christopher could hear the distant ring of Lakeside High’s bell. Sure enough, a few minutes later, several teachers emerged from the side door and started across the road. 

“Hello, ladies. What’ll it be today?” Christopher greeted the women, some of whom he’d known his entire life. 

Most of them ordered the same food every week, but one asked if he had anything new. Christopher mentioned his new brisket taco, and she ordered two. That made the first official sale of his newest recipe. 

Christopher hummed to himself as he boxed up the brisket meal. Knowing he nailed a new food creation gave him a rush similar to hitting a home run. 

He worked nonstop for an hour-and-a-half, as customers came from all directions. A little before one p.m., he got a chance to catch his breath. Christopher wiped his forearm across his brow, then took off his gloves and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. 

He grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator and chugged two big gulps before he noticed Ms. Abigale crossing the road. She’d worked as Lakeside High’s secretary as long as he could remember. She visited the food truck on occasion, but never this late in the day. Christopher smiled to himself, wondering if the news of his brisket taco had traveled through the school rumor mill already.

If Abigale heard about the taco, the whole town would know about it by dark. And if she liked it, he couldn’t ask for easier advertisement. 

Christopher washed his hands and reapplied gloves before pulling some fresh meat and making more brisket tacos in anticipation of Abigale’s order.

“Ms. Abigale. Late lunch, today? What can I get you?”

Abigale shook her head, causing her dangling red earrings to twirl beneath her short curls. “Nothing for me today, sugar. I’m on Weight Watchers again.”

“Ah.” Christopher cocked a slight smile. “I can leave off the shell and make it low carb.”

“Thanks, but I’m actually here on account of the new principal.”

Christopher leaned his elbows on the counter, now more interested in the principal than making another sale. “Yeah, I heard Dr. Newsome retired at Christmas.”

“Yes, well, his replacement wants to speak with you.”

“Now?” Christopher straightened and peeked behind Abigale to make sure a late lunch crowd hadn’t emerged. 

“Actually, an hour ago, but I said it’s best to wait until the mob dies down.”

Christopher nodded. He plated the brisket tacos he’d assumed Abigale would order and added some beans and rice beside them to complete the meal. Then, he grabbed a cup of his homemade salsa and another with his homemade guacamole before shutting the window and coming out to meet Abigale. 

“What’s that?” She pointed a long, pink fingernail toward the take-out bag. 

“Brisket tacos. My newest recipe.” 

Abigale nodded. “I’ll have to try that when I don’t have a weigh-in coming up.”

Christopher laughed. What was it with women and their weight? Abigale barely came to his chest and wasn’t wide as a blender. 

“Don’t laugh. Wait until you get where everything goes down except your age—and weight.”

He laughed harder. “Last chance.” He held up the bag as Abigale led them inside the building. 

“Don’t tempt me, Christopher.”

“Okay, sorry. I’ll keep it as a welcome gift for the new principal.”

Abigale’s face turned sour as she shook her head. “You’re gonna need it.”

Christopher stood stunned, wondering what she meant by that. He’d assumed the principal wanting to talk with him was a good thing. Maybe he wanted to taste what all the fuss was about. Or, maybe he was a huge Braves fan and wanted an autograph. That still happened plenty, even though Christopher hadn’t played in a year.

Abigale continued into the office, her head forward. She wasn’t kidding about him needing a peace offering, or else she would’ve cackled her smoker’s laugh by now. 

Christopher blinked at the realization that he could still get called into the principal’s office more than a decade after he’d graduated. Catching up to Abigale, he stopped close enough to get a whiff of her over-the-top perfume as she knocked on the door he’d entered more times than he’d care to admit. 

Of course, he got away with much more during baseball season, as the team couldn’t afford to have him suspended on game days. Not that Christopher was a bad student. A prankster would be a more accurate assessment of his high school days.

“Come in,” a voice called from the other side of the principal’s office. It sounded light, almost feminine. 

Whoever waited on the other side of the door probably didn’t follow MLB. But maybe they liked tacos. Who didn’t like tacos?

Christopher gripped the bag tighter, taking in a breath as Abigale opened the door. 

His jaw dropped when the view above Abigale’s puffy hair revealed a face he hadn’t seen in years. A beautiful face, nonetheless. Or, it could be, if she would smile for once instead of sending off ice-queen vibes.

“Hadi?”

“Well, Christopher Cruz. Why am I not surprised?” 

Christopher stiffened. Unlike Hadi, he was very surprised. Not knowing what else to say, he stepped from behind Abigale and raised the bag.

“You like brisket?” 📖

Continue reading Taco Truck Takedown and the entire Schooled on Love series, if you enjoy: 

✓small towns ✓Southern settings ✓ex-athletes in the real world ✓surprise baby ✓opposites attract romances ✓quirky side characters ✓fish out of water