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Title: The Partnership

Series: Extra Credit #1

Author: Charlotte Penn Clark

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 1, 2017

Synopsis

They're just partners….

Kyle’s got a problem. He needs to pass college composition to graduate but he can’t get words on a page. And it’s landed him in a pilot class called Extra Credit for students in trouble -- when all he wants is to be left alone.

Lani’s got a problem too. She doesn't like making waves and it gets her stuck in that Extra Credit class. When she ends up partnered with Kyle things start getting complicated.

Kyle is angry, restless, impatient; Lani is calm, introverted, bookish. But when these opposites attract how will they manage to stay “just partners”?

Extra Credit is a New Adult series that takes place on a college campus and puts three unlikely couples together to see what happens.

Each novella is in dual point-of-view with a happy ending that can be read as a standalone, though they’re better together…! The series includes sexy times that are only meant for readers over 18.

Excerpt

THE PARTNERSHIP

Chapter 1:

KYLE

I hate this bullshit. I look around the classroom. A small gray-haired woman writes some stuff on the blackboard. A few students are already slumped in chairs dragged into a half circle. Others are still straggling in.

They look young--like I’m here with freshmen and sophomores, for fuck’s sake!—and they must be losers if they’re here, right?

But then I’m the loser who failed freshman comp and put off re- taking it til spring of senior year.... And it’s 8 a-fucking-m! Maybe I can sleep through this crap. I tip my baseball cap down, lean backwards until my chair is half off the floor, and close my eyes.

A low level of murmuring voices from the room runs under the hot dream I’m having. A chick wears short shorts that cling to her ass and wraps her long legs around a stripper’s pole.

Her long hair sweeps forward as she twists and turns, her tits swaying in a brief top that shows a strip of bare skin at her waist.

“KYLE MADISON!” The teacher’s voice sends my chair crashing back to the ground and I jerk awake. Christ, did I groan? I raise my eyes and everyone’s staring. The girl in the next chair over turns to face me and I get stuck on a pair of golden brown eyes.

Yeah, golden. Like, not light brown or dark brown, but brown and yellow mixed together. Wide-set and slightly tilted, with long, dark lashes. And calm.

Not angry, not sad, not mocking, not accusing, not disappointed, not angry.... I blink. How long was I dreaming if I didn’t notice her come in?

“MISTER MADISON?”

‘Uhh—Here?”

I hear some snickering and the teacher sighs, dropping her paper to study me.

“Is that a question? You tell me. Are you Kyle Madison and are you here?” Her voice is patient, but there’s more snickering. I just nod.

She continues calling the roster so I go back to Golden Eyes, but her eyes don’t meet mine now and I miss that shot of calm. Still, it gives me a minute to check out the rest of her.

Creamy golden skin, lush pink mouth, high cheekbones, long, long, hair—very dark and very straight. My eyes are drifting down, looking forward to the rest of her, when I freeze in horror.

Is that...even a sweater? It looks more like a rug with sleeves. I can’t tell if there’s a body under there at all. And the rest is worse—she could be wearing three skirts for all the ruffles she’s got. I can’t help shaking my head. The waste!

“NALANI ITO?”

Golden Eyes gives a little wave. “Please call me Lani,” she says in a quiet, husky voice. So much sexy potential there, just thrown away! She must have seen my expression because her eyes are back on mine and this time there’s a hint of laughter in them.

What’s she laughing about? I scowl at her, but she smiles shyly. And again there’s that calm.

The teacher interrupts again. “Welcome to a pilot program we’re calling Extra Credit. I’m Marjorie Jordan.

You can call me Marjorie. We’ll start today with some talking and some writing and some....” I raise my hand impatiently and she pauses, perching on the edge of her desk. “Are we being graded for this?”

“No. This isn’t a course. It’s a required program for students in borderline situations. If you participate in good faith you’ll receive extra credit in the course you’re struggling in....” Her look at me seems pointed, which is annoying as fuck.

“Or your disciplinary problem will be excused....” Wait, was she looking at Golden Eyes? Disciplinary problems!? That I need to hear about.

“It depends on your situation. There will be some homework assignments but think of them more as exercises in self-knowledge.”

She scans the room and I’m curious what we’re all in for, but mostly I’m speculating about Golden Eyes’ misbehavior. Maybe it’s for crimes against fashion. I snicker.

“Wait, back up, please.” A pretty blond chick raises her hand and she seems familiar. I wonder if I ever made out with her. Mostly I keep to myself, but a guy’s got needs.

“What do you mean by ‘good faith’?” she asks in accented English, frowning.

“Good question, Annika.” The teacher seems pleased, and I want to roll my eyes. “Good faith means you fulfill the spirit of this work as well as the letter.

You question your assumptions, reflect on your behavior, keep an open mind about our process.... Process? WTF?

“To begin, then, I’d like you to take out a piece of paper and pen and write for a few minutes about why you’re here and what you hope to get out of this experience.”

I drop my hand against my desk and the sound is surprisingly loud. Everyone looks at me.

“Anyone have a pen I can borrow--?” I didn’t think we were going to have to do anything the first day.... Isn’t that like a tradition? Someone hands me a pen.

“And a piece of paper?” Most of the others are writing already and I feel frustration rising as usual. I clench and unclench my fists, stretch out my legs, glance around again.

Marjorie is watching me. This sucks. Golden Eyes shoves a piece of paper torn from her notebook at me and I mumble some thanks.

“Can we write on our laptops instead?”

I shoot a glance over to see which geek brought a laptop to the first class. Yeah, that one. Wrinkled oxford shirt, glasses, stick up his butt.

“No,” Marjorie responds. Then she starts, looking at the wall clock. “So sorry, guys, but I forgot there’s something I have to tell my colleague before he leaves for the day. Keep writing. I’ll be back in ten.” The door bangs shut behind her.

We all look at each other in confusion. Then the room quiets so the only sounds are rustling papers. I’ve started after everyone else but I finish first. I glance around uncertainly. What are they writing? I got two good sentences.

“What’s your name? You live in Barnes, don’t you?” Conversations start up across the half circle and I recognize the guy on my other side.

Everyone knows Matt—he’s president of his frat, captain of the soccer team... a real BMOC. I heard his dad is a judge and his mom is a senator--and that sounds about right.

“Hey, Matt” I say, putting out a fist. What is he doing here? He nods, bumping my fist with his. Blond Foreign Girl looks over at me and Matt from across the semicircle. “I’m surprised to see you here, Matt.”

Her eyes flicker over him. “Likewise,” he mumbles and his eyes flicker over her. Just then Marjorie bustles back into the room, her face expectant.

“So,” she says, hands on hips.

“Now I’d like you to write down an account of what happened in here while I was out of the room. Did you notice any patterns?”

We freeze and all the whispering and joking stops.

“What do you mean by ‘patterns’?” someone asks. It’s a girl I haven’t noticed before. She’s sitting on the far side of the room in a sweatshirt with the hood up.

“Decide for yourselves,” Marjorie says. Holy crap, I hate it when teachers won’t answer a fucking question! Isn’t that what they’re paid for?

I let out a loud sigh and start writing on the flip side of my one piece of paper. I glance at the clock to see how much longer till I’m out of here. I’d like to go back to my room and catch a few zzzs before bio lab.

I check on Golden Eyes because sometimes I catch her looking at me and then I get to stare into those deep calm eyes again. This time she’s got her head down and she’s writing furiously. Her long silky hair slides forward and she tucks it behind one ear.

I crane my neck to see what she’s writing, but it’s half hidden by her arm. She bites down on her plump lower lip like she’s totally focused on what she’s doing and I’m glad she can’t see my expression.

After a few minutes Marjorie makes us read what we’ve got. The girl in the hoodie reads one written like a screenplay that has us all cracking up.

“GIRL, actually writing something down. Who is she trying to impress?

BOY, sprawled in chair, leans over to look down girl’s shirt but loses balance and falls on face. What kind of dumbass doesn’t even bring a PEN to class?”

My eyes narrow and my head snaps up to glare at her.

“Really, Kyle?” Matt sounds fake-disappointed. And, shit, I wasn’t even looking down her shirt! And I didn’t fall on my goddamned face so that’s FICTION. I open my mouth to defend myself, then close it again. Marjorie has moved on.

Geeky Guy reads from his notebook. “When left to ourselves, the veneer of civilization drops away and we all talk at the same time, jostling for position on the social hierarchy....” He goes on and the room quiets.

Man, that one’s deep. Next to me Golden Eyes is still scribbling.

When it’s my turn I read, “I’m here because of college composition. I hope to get out of this experience.” Matt snorts next to me and I continue. “Bullshit. We serve it up. Teacher feeds it back to us.

That’s been education since the dawn of time. Those ten minutes were like a brief recess before we’re put back in our cages.” I can’t help ducking my head. That came out kinda harsh, didn’t it? Marjorie doesn’t respond.

Matt reads something long-winded about identifying a problem first so you can solve it. Diagnosis is the first step to treatment.... I got to hand it to him. It sounds good. I give him a thumbs up.

Then we’re on to Blond Foreign Girl. “Dear Marjorie, when you left the room Matt and Kyle started talking to each other and I could tell Matt was gossiping about me.

I don’t think I should have to take a class with a stupid lying jerk who must have done something pretty dumb to get stuck here.

Besides I didn’t do the thing I was accused of doing that got me sent here (I can talk to you about this after class if you have time).”

I shoot an incredulous look at Matt, who hasn’t taken his eyes off Annika. “You’re a world-class bitch, you know that, Annika?” he says coolly.

She smirks as if she has made her point and their stare-off continues. The rest of us wait on tenterhooks for Marjorie to respond. She tilts her head at Annika. “What are you trying to say to Matt, Annika?”

Annika jerks her attention off Matt. “Whaaat?” It’s a magical moment.

“You want him to know that you really don’t like him? Is that it?” Annika flushes and Matt smiles broadly. “It’s okay. I get it, Annika,” he says soothingly.

I think I can hear Blond Foreign Girl grinding her teeth from over here. And now I’m certain I haven’t slept with her. And pretty certain Matt has. In fact, their whole story is coming back to me now.

I raise my eyebrows at Matt and he shrugs. “Been there. Done that.”

Whoa, that’s kind of low. The girls in the room suddenly look like warrior maidens. Backs go rigid like they’ve been stuck with cattle prods. Arms cross in front like actual breastplates. It’s kind of scary.

Matt leans back in his chair, doing a pretty good imitation of not giving a fuck about the attention he’s getting. Annika is still trying to carve him into pieces with her eyes. She looks like a supermodel so I can see why he tapped that, but her personality is really a problem.

“Why is it so important to embarrass Annika?” Marjorie asks Matt. He straightens. “She started it—“ Marjorie sighs and moves on to Golden Eyes.

I sit up, interested now. In that low soothing voice Golden Eyes reads what she wrote. And it’s a list. Of patterns, for fuck all.

“Defensive: no one actually fesses up to what they are here for.

Sarcastic: no one states seriously what they want from the class.”

This is what she was writing all that time. We were all snarking at each other and she was making her list of patterns. “Noah’s was the longest.

Kyle’s was the shortest. His complained about writing, but one of his sentences was punny.” I want to raise my arms—touchdown! Wait, who’s Noah? I look around suspiciously as Golden Eyes continues.

“Matt’s was all pseudo-smart bullshit. Annika’s was bitterness embodied. Holly’s was the funniest. And as for the time we spent alone?

The conversations I heard were works in progress, overlapping, interrupted, fragmentary, unfinished. Some are beginnings and some have history. I wonder how we’ll look back on this first class when we get to the last one.”

Marjorie beams. I stare at Golden Eyes, who looks a little tense--but so she should. It’s hard to take a prompt seriously and not sound like a complete idiot or a suck up. I know that for a fact because I can’t do it. But Golden Eyes did it in ten minutes.

The prof dismisses us and tells us to bring a notebook to the next I’d groan except I’m too busy trying to figure out this girl with the mesmerizing eyes and mad writing skills.

She’s packing up her bag and as she stands I can tell that she’s taller than average, slender, and graceful. I hear a little tinkling sound like bracelets in motion, but I can’t tell where it comes from. I wish like hell she wasn’t surrounded by that force field of fabric.

She sweeps her dark hair behind one shoulder as she picks up her backpack, then meets my eyes again. I shouldn’t keep staring at her. I’m almost outta here. All I have to do now is keep my head down and pass composition....

“Bye Kyle,” she says softly. “Bye Lani,” I say. That’s all I’ve got.

(c) Charlotte Penn Clark All rights reserved.

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Lani's Reading List

Lani Ito, the heroine of THE PARTNERSHIP (Extra Credit #1) by Charlotte Penn Clark, is a voracious reader and a gifted writer of dance criticism….

Here are ten of her favorite books! Enjoy!

Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God is an amazing coming of age story that meant a lot to Lani.

Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones offers great strategies for dealing with writer’s block.

The Pocket Pena Chodron— because Buddhist nuns know how to stay calm.

Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, where the pushover pushes back!

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Great Gatsby for the sheer beauty of the prose, and because the movie is gorgeous too.

The Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer is a classic romance with another irresistible cranky hero… (and it’s even on Kindle Unlimited!).

To learn the craft of arts criticism you can’t do better than Pauline Kael, who makes it okay to have (and defend) a strong opinion.

For ballet buffs and New Yorkers, George Balanchine and his New York City Ballet set a high bar(re!).

Lani is right: Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own is a classic AND a short easy read.

And finally, spoiler alert! By the end of the series Lani will make use of Molly Bloom’s famous last words in James Joyce’s Ulysses… wait and see!

Courtesy of Charlotte Penn Clark...

Author Bio

Charlotte Penn Clark is a lifelong reader of historical romances and a writer of contemporary and new adult romances. She puts smart women and sexy men in complicated situations while trying to keep them away from Awful Misunderstandings.

Her Carmichael series interweaves the lives and loves of five privileged sisters in a political family. Her new series, Extra Credit, tells the stories of three unlikely couples thrown together on a college campus.

She lives in New York City with her family.

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