Title: Learning Curves
Author: Molly O’Hare
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Wildelake Creative
Release Date: June 8, 2020
Blurb
Learning Curves is a single dad, enemies to lovers, curvy
girl rom-com with a teacher that everyone wished they had in school, and a
swoon-worthy dad that would do anything for his daughter. Throw in an
over-eating dog and watch what happens next.

To Spencer Hurley, women only left pain and destruction in their wake. The only
good thing that came from his disaster of an ex was his daughter, Annabelle.
Right now, making sure Belle was taken care of and getting her the help she
needed with her learning disabilities was his only focus. And if that meant
moving to a new town, consider the moving truck rented and packed.

Ellie Ryan spent her childhood being judged and bullied because of her learning
disabilities. Jokes on them, though, she was now the top special education
teacher in her district. See, Ellie totally had her life together. Kind of.
Maybe… Okay, really, she’s a word-vomiting, curvy, hot-mess, who hasn’t had a
date in who knows how long. And then there was Roxy, her rude over-eating dog.
Nevertheless, Ellie was fiercely protective of her students. She’d gladly rip
out the throat of anyone that dared to mess with her kids. Including their
parents.

So, please explain to Ellie why, even after calling her new student’s father
out during a disastrous parent-teacher meeting, Ellie couldn’t help being
insanely attracted to the gruff single dad? Somebody, please help her. Besides,
nothing good could come from it… right?

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Author Bio
Hey, thanks for reading my bio to check me
out! Has anyone told you, you’re beautiful and amazing lately? Just in case
they haven’t, I am!

So you want to know a little more about me? Well, okay then. Much like any
author out there, sleeping doesn’t come easily to me. As it turns out, I’ve got
horrible insomnia. Like, scary horrible. Anyway, when I was younger, to help
myself fall asleep I’d tell myself stories. Each night I’d pick up where the
story left off previously until it was complete. Then I started writing them
down. A few months later, here I am, sharing my lack of sleep with all of you.
Who said the stories in our heads can’t be fun for others?

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