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Blog Tour, Excerpt and Giveaway for Passing Grade by R.L. Kenderson.

Today we have the blog tour for R.L. Kenderson’s PASSING GRADE! Check it out and order your copy today!

Title: Passing Grade

Author: R.L. Kenderson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About Passing Grade:

I’ve always been a good girl.

Sure, I speed, I drank before I was 21, I’ve played hooky, and there was the one time I skipped class in high school.

But I’ve never gotten detention, been pulled over, fired, or arrested.

I’m a good girl.

Until I wasn’t.

I’m a bad, bad girl.

I’ve wanted to be a teacher as long as I can remember, and I would never do anything to give that up.

Until I meet Mace Wagner.

The first time I saw him, I thought he was the assistant football coach. He was tall, broad shouldered, and the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

I didn’t know he was my student.

I didn’t know he would screw my brains out.

I didn’t know I would fall in love with him.

I didn’t know I would risk everything to be with him.

Passing Grade deals with a student/teacher relationship. All individuals are over eighteen and consenting adults.



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Mace walked up to my desk as the rest of the class started filing out. “You wanted to speak with me?”
“Please, have a seat,” I said as I gestured to the chair I kept by my desk for that reason.
Mace sat and waited for me to talk.
I waited for everyone to leave the room before I got up and closed the door. There was a small window to be able to see into the classroom, but at least we could talk freely.
“I thought about what we discussed. And I’d like to reconsider my decision.”
Mace crossed his arms over his chest. “What if I’ve changed my mind?”
“Oh.” I was right. He didn’t want to be with me anymore. “In that case, we have nothing left to talk about.”
Mace shook his head and dropped his arms. “You need to fight, woman. You’re just going to accept me saying I’ve changed my mind? And why would I ask for your underwear if I didn’t want to be with you?”
That was a good question. I shrugged. “I don’t know. To let me know you’re in charge.”
He smiled. “Well, I did do it to show you I’m in charge, but I also did it to see how badly you wanted to talk to me. And, now, I know.”
“You do.”
“I’m curious. What made you change your mind?”
“Something Becca said. And …” I looked down at my hands. “I missed you.”
“Lift your dress and open your legs.”
I looked around in a panic. “Here?”
“Yes, here. Your back is to the wall. No one can see anything but me.” He leaned over. “And I want to see.”
I took a deep breath and slowly lifted my dress. I tried to keep as much covering me on the outside of my legs as I moved it away from my middle. Despite my extreme nervousness, I was getting turned on.
I spread my legs and scooted my bottom down toward the edge of my seat more.
Mace hissed in a breath. “Beautiful.” He reached out and ran a finger between my lips. “So wet.” He pushed two fingers into me, and I moaned. “God, I want to eat your pussy right now.”
“Not here,” I said even though I wanted that, too. “Please don’t stop this time.”
He smiled. “Since you asked nicely.” Mace hooked his fingers toward him and rubbed my G-spot while using his thumb to rub my clit.
My legs began to shake. I wanted to let my head drop back so badly, but I knew what that would look like if someone looked through the window.
“Come on, Eden. Come for me. I want to feel you soak my hand.”
I gripped the armrests on my seat. “Oh God,” I shouted as I came hard. I closed my knees, trapping Mace’s arm between my thighs.
My orgasm subsided; my body relaxed.
Mace slowly withdrew his arm. “Damn, baby, I wish that had been my dick inside you. You squeezed my fingers tight.” He placed his fingers on his tongue and sucked my flavor off of them.
I pushed my dress down just as there was a knock at my door.
My post-orgasmic haze was suddenly overshadowed by an adrenaline rush.
I looked over my shoulder to see Becca waving at me through the window.
I motioned for her to come in.
“Hey, Mace.”
“Hey, Ms. Larsen.”
“You in trouble?” she joked.
“Nah. I just had a few questions for Ms. F.”
“Did you have a good New Year’s after you left dinner?”
Mace nodded. “Yeah. And you?”
“It was good.”
“Was there something you needed?” I asked Becca.
“I just wanted to let you know that, when you’re done getting your furniture delivered, you’re more than welcome to come over for dinner with Connor and me. He has baseball practice tonight, so he won’t be done for a while.”
“Thanks for asking.”
“Too bad you already have plans,” Mace said.
I scrunched up my nose.
“Yeah, you were just talking about how you wanted to move your furniture around and maybe test it out a little before you move tomorrow.”
“Oh. Yeah.” I looked at Becca, hoping I didn’t look too clueless and/or guilty. “I do kind of want to see where I want to put everything. And I did buy some new bedding, and I want to see if it looks good.”
“Are you sure? That sounds kind of boring.”
Not when I had a feeling I was going to have someone helping me “test out” my new bed. “Yeah. I’ll probably order pizza or something. Thanks for asking.”
“Okay.” She turned to Mace. “What about you? You want to come?”
“I’d love to.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye, but otherwise, he ignored me.
“But I already have plans.”
“Okay.” Becca started to back away toward the door. “Let us know if either of you changes your mind.”
Mace stood. “I gotta get to practice, but, yeah, I will.”
“Bye,” Becca said and was out the door.
“You should have seen your face,” Mace said as soon as Becca was gone.
“Sometimes, you remind me of just how old you are.”
Mace shrugged. “I also have an eighteen-year-old hard-on and an eighteen-year-old’s stamina, so you win some; you lose some.”
I laughed. “You sure know how to put things in perspective.”
“I really do have to go. My eighteen-year-old self will see your fine ass later.” He started for the back of the room where his backpack was but paused. “Did you mean it about buying stuff for your bed?”
I grinned. “Yes. But I wasn’t thinking about sex when I bought them.”
“Well, start thinking about it now because we’re going to christen your whole house.”
I raised my eyebrows. “That’s a lot of sex, even with a small house.”
“I must’ve forgotten to mention my eighteen-year-old recovery time. We’ll manage it.”
“And, with an eighteen-year-old’s lasting capability, we should be done in about an hour.”
Mace stared at me with a straight face.
Even though I was pretty sure he didn’t like my joke, I continued on, “I’m sorry. Is that too long? Forty-five minutes?”
No response.
Still, no response.
I widened my eyes for dramatic effect and lowered my voice to a stage whisper. “Fifteen minutes?” I sat up straight, and in a normal voice, I said, “I’m sorry. Don’t worry; I won’t tell anyone.”
Mace shook his head and went to retrieve his backpack. Once he got to the classroom door, he stopped and said, “I hope you’re prepared for tonight because I’m going to make you regret your words.”
“Ooh. Are you going to fuck me to death?”
“No, but you’re probably going to have a hard time walking tomorrow.” He shook his head in mock sadness. “On moving day and everything.”
“Ha-ha. You wish.”
He pointed at me. “No, Ms. F, you wish.” And then he was gone.


About R.L. Kenderson:

R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.

Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.

When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.

One lives in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area and the other in the Kansas City area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day, and together they’re a sexy author by night. They communicate through phone, email, and whole lot of messaging.

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