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Kandeis Lynne- Romance author, science teacher, mother, and
wife.
Kandeis Lynne grew up in the southeastern part of the United
States. Being a strong willed, independent woman in the Deep South was
sometimes a balancing act. Add to that a Southern Baptist preacher for a father
and a large extended family watching her every move, Kandeis was a stick of
dynamite waiting for a match.
E.L James was the match.
From the moment that her grandfather put the stubby
carpenter’s pencil in her hand, Kandeis has loved to write. In high school, she
wrote a weekly column for the county newspaper. She won awards for her stories
including having one published in a WMU (Women’s Missionary Union) magazine.
Kandeis went to Samford University to study writing. Later she transferred to
Indiana University and completed a degree in Television Production and Theatre.
Then life happened. She spent the next thirty years having a
teaching career and a family. She is married to a wonderful creative man named
David and they have an amazing son named Joshua. Kandeis’s stories were put
aside for lesson plans and help with homework.
Now, at last, Kandeis has returned to her true love-writing.
Her first book, Hot for Teacher, has just been published by Extasy Books. Books
two and three, Teacher’s Pet and The Emancipation of Jinx Montrose, are in the
works.
Excerpt from Hot for Teacher
“Needs some help?” David asked.
“No, I’ve got it!” Leah said while trying unsuccessfully to
lift the heavy bag clear of the can. Blowing a strand of dark copper hair from
her eyes in frustration, she muttered, “Yes, please. Damn thing weighs a ton.”
“It galls you a little to let me help doesn’t it?”
“No…maybe…oh, shut up!” she said in mock irritation at the
twinkle of humor in his eyes. Good God, he had sexy eyes. Gray-green, they were
the color of worn military fatigues. Her breath caught in her throat a little
as she noticed the widening of his pupils and the suddenly overwrought silence
that fell between them.
“I…uhm…I better take this out to the dumpster,” David said
without breaking eye contact.
“Yeah, you know, mice and everything,” Leah breathed.
“Yeah, mice…” He sighed. “Wait. What?”
Leah broke the tension by bursting out laughing. “Mice! If
you don’t take out the trash, the studio will be swarming with mice! They come
in through the loading dock!”
As David maneuvered the trash bag to the door, Leah called
out, “I’m going to pull the gels now that the lights have cooled down.”
“Wait a minute and I’ll brace the ladder for you,” David
offered over his shoulder.
Leah ignored his suggestion as she tugged the giant ladder
under the Kleigs she had used during the production. The ladder, like
everything else, was on wheels. In reality, the twenty-foot ladder was
extremely sturdy. Rather than using a metal ladder with wheels, Sullivan had
secured hefty wooden ladders to rolling plywood frames. They were massively
heavy and practically impossible to tip over. In addition, she had no fear of
heights. She had climbed those ladders with a forty pound Fresnel light in one
hand so many times that she had lost count.
“Hey, I thought I told you to wait for me.”
“I’m…almost…done.”
Leah stretched to retrieve the last colored filter from the
frame in front of the concentric lens.
“Heads up!” Leah shouted as she dropped the red and blue
plastic filters from the top of the ladder. There was no reason to carry them
down the ladder. They were trashed. Filters could only be used so many times
before they became brittle and warped. These were at the end of their lifespan
and so she allowed them to flutter to the ground rather than carrying them down
with her. As she began to back down the ladder, she noticed the annoyed look on
David’s face as he braced the ladder with both hands below her.
“There is no reason to be careless!” David scolded.
“It would take a wrecking ball to knock this thing over!”
“It would not take a wrecking ball for you to fall off of it
though!”
Leah halted her progress down the ladder when she reached
the top of David’s head. Turning her back to the ladder, she slid down a step
at a time while enunciating with annoyance, “I…can…take…care…of…my…self.” On
the next to last step she found herself face to face, caged in by his arms,
still spread to brace the ladder.
Slowly David leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I bet you
can, Leah.” His hot breath tickled her ear and sent chills down her arms. “And
I wouldn’t mind watching that at all.”
Sneak Peek from Teacher’s Pet
(Coming Soon)
Sawyer had just come in for a quick drink. He had not
intended to stay but the band was surprisingly good and he found the noise and
anonymous crowd actually provided a respite from his own thoughts. The sleeves
of his white dress shirt were rolled up to reveal strong tanned forearms. The
expensive shirt stretched across his back to accentuate his broad shoulders and
fell open at the neck to reveal a sprinkle of dark chest hair. His crisp shirt
was tucked into dark denim jeans that hung low on his angular hips. A lock of
curly black hair fell across his forehead giving him look a cherubic look. But
the angelic appearance stopped at his eyes. His gray blue eyes glinted
dangerously.
Sawyer was not looking for company. He wanted to drink and
forget. Forget the past. Forget his uncertain future. Forget his own name if he
could. From his seat at the bar, Sawyer’s gaze skimmed the crowd. The bar crowd
was typical, lots of beautiful twenty-somethings dancing and drinking as is
they would never be forty-somethings, a clutch of older women trying too hard,
and the assorted divorcees looking for a hook-up. He was none of these. He was
alone and wanted to be left alone. That part of his life was over and the
sooner he accepted it, the better.
Sawyer ordered another bourbon and leaned back against the
bar to watch the crowd. When Lauren squeezed past him to order another drink,
he was surprised at his body’s reaction. She wore a gauzy white sundress that
dipped dangerously low between her breasts and even further in the back. As he
watched Lauren adjusted the slim straps that kept slipping from her shoulders,
his mind wandered. He imagined sliding those straps all the way down past her
long sexy legs until the dress pooled at her feet. What is she wearing under
that demure white dress?
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