The first time I saw Will Munroe I had him pegged as a typical LA douchebag—a little too handsome, a little too rich, a little too into his probiotic kale smoothies. The next time I ran into him—at his daughter’s parent/teacher conference (me: teacher, he: parent)—I noticed his steel grey eyes, his hard chest under a crisp white button down, and his suggestively bare ring finger. I was hooked.
If life really imitated art, he’d have swept me off my feet and taken me right there on the principal’s desk. Instead, we are stuck in our assigned roles. He’s the workaholic single dad of a precocious girl child, and I’m her fiery substitute teacher. Never the two shall meet. Enter one zany, yurt-dwelling ex-wife, a stock market that never sleeps, and some over-the-top, A-list fundraisers, and I’ve got plenty of drama ahead. Better to keep my hands to myself.
But when Will asks me out for a pancake breakfast, how can I resist? My heart (and my stomach) say yes, but am I willing to risk my job for a short stack and a romp in the hay? A slow, sensual, mind-blowing romp in the hay…
But where there’s a Will…
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Extra Credit was my first Poppy Dunne novel, and it definitely won’t be my last. This book is absurd! And I mean that in the best possible way. My stomach still hurts from laughing too much! It was just what I needed to lighten up my recently dull days. I swear I was grinning and laughing from start to finish. It was a good thing I was reading this alone and in the confines of my home; wouldn’t want the neighbors to think I’ve gone crazy.
Substitute theater teacher Chelle Richardson is almost twenty-nine, but she still doesn’t have a stable teaching position. She’s currently teaching at a hippy sort of elementary private school for the sons and daughters of the rich and famous in sunny Los Angeles where the kids are actually enthusiastic about theater, and the teachers are focused on spiritual cleansing. If she doesn’t want to move back with her parents when she turns twenty-nine, she’s going to need that tenure.
She meets Will Munroe III on a trail in her morning jog, she pegged him as some handsome yet douche-y rich guy, a dime a dozen in LA. When she sees him again, it’s in in a parent-teacher meeting caused by a ten-year-old girl and Beyonce. Will is actually the father of one of her adorable students, Amelia. Lusting over a student’s parent is pretty much forbidden in the teaching world, but a pancake breakfast and a socially conscious rendition of Oliver Twist for the school play later, and the two are getting to know each other more. Personally and intimately.
“It’s like being led along in a fairytale, an LA fairytale where the enchanted forest is all exposed brick and casual bongo music, and the enchanter is a fabulously attractive man with a lot of cash and a pinch of arrogance.”
It had everything I was looking for in a rom-com—the meet-cute, an awkward yet lovable heroine, a hot, sweet, and six-feet tall of man candy who talks dirty and is an amazing dad (!!!!!!!!), some sexy times here and there, witty banter and hilarious inner dialogue, and a steady pace. It was a hoot getting to know Chelle, Will, adorable little Amelia, Chelle and Will’s canine companions, Archie and Bruno, among others. The side characters were pretty interesting too. Suzonne, Will’s ex-wife who lives in a yurt and talks to goat spirits, Chelle’s parents who had amazing jobs, Emery, Chelle’s friend at school, and the other staff.
And you know what, it’s so refreshing to read about a Los Angeles that’s not just about the glitz and glamour. It was fun to read about the quirkier and more chill parts I got a glimpse of when I visited. Alternative lifestyles, the fads, and just the plain weird. I loved it!
Extra Credit is a standalone rom-com told in alternating POVs. It’s a quick, fun, and entertaining read filled with humor, sweetness, and craziness all packed together in one hilarious book. If you haven’t read any of Poppy’s books like I have before reading Extra Credit, you’re missing out.
And I don’t think I haven’t said this enough—there’s just something about men who are great with kids that’s hot. So a good-looking and devoted single dad? I’m dead. My ovaries are dead.
I’m asking for a tissue when he sweeps me up into his arms and kisses me. His mouth covers mine, nothing tentative about it. It’s a masterful kiss, him claiming my mouth over and over again. My arms twine around his neck, when what I should be doing is pushing him away with a Scarlett O’Hara “I do dee-clayah! Mr. Munroe!” But I don’t. Instead, I pull him closer, feeling the scrape of his stubble against my cheek. He tastes like breath mints from heaven, or something else celestial and minty fresh. When we finally pull apart—which body does not want, but brain insists on—I find I can finally exhale. Will lowers me back to the ground like I’m floating back out of a dream, back to my job and the school and…the fact that I’m still doing my job at the school.
While snogging a parent.
Snogging’s a great word.
Okay, brain. Let’s get back to it.
“That was…” Will’s voice trails off. The tone is deep, rugged, sexy.
I respond, “Shhweee.” I think I was looking for the word sweet, but we’ll never know.
“Very,” he agrees. He steps away, even though every molecule in my body right now is telling me to fling myself back at this tall, infuriating, infuriatingly gorgeous man. But just as I’m about to throw caution and my bra to the wind, someone adorable comes bouncing up to us, her mouse-eared hoodie still on.
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