Claire Whitmore is just trying to find her people- queer friends who love literature just as much as she does. When her younger sister Ashley sends a her a link to an online lesbian book club called 'The Margins We Keep, and tells her "Go be gay and read things." Claire joins. And everything changes from the moment she stumbled upon a quote from The Price Of Salt, it's posted by a user named Juliette. It's a beautiful and very haunting quote. It's Claire's favorite quote too. Claire replies-and Juliette answers. What starts as a shared love of literature quickly unravels into late-night threads, flirty emails, and a growing curiosity that expands across different time zones. Before they touched, they wrote. Every word a confession, every reply a seduction.

The story of how a shy elementary teacher still exploring her sexuality becomes involved with two of her student's mother. - *Contains strong language, mention of alcohol abuse, and mature scenes solely for the purpose of the storyline I own all the rights to this story. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, names, businesses, events, and incidents are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. - *Originally had over 1 million reads *The story is completed but a rewrite is being considered in the future !! The original cover has been changed. Full credit goes to the owner of the photo (found on Pinterest)

Ich wurde aus meinen Gedanken gerissen, als sie den Raum betrat. Vom ersten Moment an war ich gefesselt von ihr und ich schaute sie neugierig an. Sie trug eine weiße Bluse, schwarze Hose, braune Stiefeletten und einen hellblauen Blazer. Modegeschmack hatte diese Frau. Ich wurde wieder aus meinen Gedanken gerissen, diesmal aber von meiner Sitznachbarin Paulina, die mir in die Seite stupste und mir zuflüsterte:" Hör auf zu starren sie schaut schon!". Als ich mich ihr wieder zuwandte, sah ich, wie sie leicht schmunzelte. Während sie das tat, sah ich ihre süßen Grübchen. Ich sah in ihre kastanienbraunen Augen und fühlte mich, als würde ich ertrinken... Diese Geschichte basiert manchmal auf der wahren Begebenheit , aber nur am Anfang. Alle Namen sind geändert. Danke für: 2. Platz: Lehrerin 1. Platz: Lesbisch

'The Teacher: AKA My Best Friend's Mom' Spinoff You do not need to read the first book to understand this one- they are both separate stories. Although, I do recommend giving my other book a read! My eyes roamed her body again. "I told you to stop looking at me like that," Shannon grumbled. "Why is that Professor Monet?" I whispered. "Because I said so." "Should I listen to all you say? Because I recall you asking me to kiss yo-" "Twenty laps of the pool and ten of the track now," she barked, turning around, giving me the perfect view of her delicious buttocks. "Hot Bit--," she turned around, raising an eyebrow, "umen," I finished. "Hot bitumen?" She teased. "Hell yeah. This bitumen is so fucking hot," I remarked, rubbing my hand over the ground, lovingly. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. One of the main characters is a transgender female. If this bothers you, well screw you, find another book. Enjoy!