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372 pages, Paperback
First published August 25, 2013


To lovers who fought the odds. And won.
Cadence Miller is a good girl. She just happens to make one terrible mistake her junior year in high school which costs her ten months in juvenile detention. Now a senior, she’s lost everything: her best friend, the trust of her parents, driving privileges, Internet access. And most importantly, anonymity. Everyone knows about her mistake, and the kids at school like to remind her with hate notes in her locker, pranks, name-calling—the works.
But there is one bright spot in the hell that’s become her life: Mark Connelly, her very cute, very off-limits 28-year-old calculus teacher. She falls hard for him—a ridiculous schoolgirl crush headed nowhere. She can’t help it. He’s the only good thing at Crestview High. She doesn’t expect him to reciprocate her feelings. How inappropriate, right? But he does. And he shows her.
“He’s cute. Very cute. And very smart. And very manly…. And very off-limits.”
“Those are always the best love stories,” Fanny replied.
“Which ones?”
She sipped her tea. “The dangerous ones.”
“I worked for an entire month since my release from juvie to get back into my parents’ good graves… The irony was that I didn’t need to show either of them I’d chanced because I hadn’t. I’d always been a good girl, even when I made that mistake. Yes, it was a really terrible mistake… but it didn’t alter who I was. I didn’t suddenly overnight become a drug addict or a career criminal. I made one bad choice that branded me for life, at least in my parent’s eyes.”
“I was tired of hearing the word “no”. I heard it every day… I couldn’t breathe for the “no’s” piling on top of me, pressing on my heart, smothering my brain, making it impossible to think positive thoughts.”
“I wasn’t a complete idiot. I knew this was all wrong, and I knew I had to confront the possibility that Mr. Connelly was a bad man. A user. An exploiter. So why didn’t I believe any of it?”
“Do you really think it’s wrong that we’re together?… Or do you think it’s wrong because that’s what you’ve been taught?”

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morally excellent; virtuous; righteous; pious: a good man.
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“I knew this was all wrong, and I knew I had to confront the possibility that Mr. Connelly was a bad man. A user. An exploiter.”
“I was never allowed to make a mistake, and when I finally did, I paid the ultimate price.”
“I was perfectly content to harbor a secret crush on my teacher – one I knew would go absolutely nowhere. It was one thing to fantasize about an inappropriate relationship. It was quite another to actually pursue it. And he was pursuing me.”
“What I’m doing is wrong… Being with you. Sneaking around. Lying. Letting you do things to me. It’s wrong, and I feel guilty.”
“Do you really think it’s wrong that we’re together? Or do you think it’s wrong because that’s what you’ve been taught?”
“I’ll be honest with you, though. There is something sexy about the idea of you cutting me off from the few people I know.”
“You don’t like me. You haven’t liked me since I got in trouble. You don’t show me love. You’re not there for me. But someone else was. He was there for me. And kind to me. And he showed me love… I was an easy target. You’re right about that. And whose fault is that?”
“Do that again and I’ll f*ck that eighteen-year-old pussy of yours right here in this room.”
“He’s doing you in the closet and he loves you? Well, Cadence. It’s obvious this guy’s a keeper.”
“Nice job, Marcus,” the bouncer said as he looked me over, checked my ID, and looked me over again. “Not even legal.” He held up his fist, and Mark bumped it. “Score.”

"Those are the best love stories."
"Which ones?"
"The dangerous ones."

"Come here," he says. I walked over to stand in front of him. "You've been very naughty, you know."
My heart sped up.
"You show me your little pink panties in class when you know I can't do a thing about it."
I can't breathe.
"I think you need a spanking, Cadence. For being such a bad girl."
"Mr. Connelly!"
"You're so interesting and insightful," he said after time.
"And can you believe I'm only seventeen?" I joked.
"That's what I like about you, Cadence. You're definitely seventeen in many ways. You like your little fashion magazines and gossiping and shopping. And I love to hear all of it. But you also have a wisdom and maturity that not many girls your age have. I like that dichotomy."
"I know that word!" I teased.
Mark grinned. That's why you're irresistible. That's why you turn me on."
I reached out my hand, letting it hover over his penis. It twitched.
"Oh my God, Mark! It moved!"
"I'll do that, Cadence."
"Oh. Okay."
And so I sat on Mark's lap late into the morning. Not knowing how to really take care of myself. How I would eat. Where would I sleep. How I would pay for school. All the things teenagers never think about: insurance, taxes, bills (wow there missy, don't you start generalizing there). I didn't think about any of those things. I thought about Mark saying over and over, "I'll take care of you."
"Everyone, pay attention to Cadence, please," Mr. Connelly said. He glanced at me briefly, and I know he could see the panic written all over my face. "All eyes on her."
"Why did you tell your mom you were already dating someone?" I snapped.So he knows that it's not right, but that's not his biggest concern. His biggest concern is:
"What do you want me to say, Cadence?" Mark asked.
"You want me to tell my mom I'm dating one of my students who isn't even a legal adult yet?"
"Cadence, I'm not ashamed of you. I'm practical. You knew from the beginning that we had to keep this a secret. At least until we are finished with school.Yep. Not to get caught.



"Do you think love is a choice or a feeling?"Taboo goodness! The rare kind with lots of depth and 'real' characters!
Yes, it was a terrible mistake, but it didn't alter who I was. I didn't suddenly overnight become a drug addict or a career criminal.Bullied and isolated, the only bright spot in her life is her math teacher, Mr. Connelly, and his kindness.
"I feel possessive of you." It sounded like it hurt him to say the words.. . . Cadence's insecurities . . .
I don't know if I was supposed to feel that way or if I was supposed to want independence.. . . the inherent inequality in their relationship . . .
He liked to blame me for this out-of-control person he'd become.all came shining through in the writing.
"Love comes in all kinds of packages. Some are neatly tied up, and some are messy."And that's what made this story so great....there was NOTHING clear-cut or black and white about it. I couldn't fault either character for their attraction to one another, no matter how painful it was to watch them build and nurture a veritable ticking time bomb.








"I'll be honest with you, though. There is something sexy about the idea of you cutting me off from the few people I know. Isn't that so wrong to feel that way? That I wouldn't mind being your prisoner? There's soemthing wrong with me, right?"
"I want you to hurt me," I said. "I want you to do whatever you want"
"I placed my hand next to his face for support while the other went to his throat[...]
"You're mine," I said. "Forever". And I rode him slowly, squeezing his throat until he grunted and begged for air"

"He pushed hard and I cried. I couldn't help it. I knew I would cry. I knew it would hurt. God, it really fucking hurt![...]
"It hurts," I whimpered, trying hard to ignore the burning between my legs. I'd caught on fire, and he wasn't putting out the flames. He was stoking them instead, forcing them higher and brighter. I'd burn alive.
"It won't hurt forever," he replied"

"I'll kill him," Mark breathed. "I'll kill him." He disappeared to his bedroom, and I followed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Changing."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to your house, Cadence. To kill your fucking dad."

"Whatever. Let me give you a tip."
"No."
"Too bad. You've gotta make sure that shit down there is cleaned up. I can't imagine any guy wanting his face in a big old bush."
"Ohh. So you made him angry," Avery said.
"I guess," I whispered.
"And if he had that kind of reaction, it means he really likes you and wants to be with you."
"He humiliated me, Avery! How does that show me he likes me?"
"Cadence, men have pride. It's like one of their main characteristics or something. And you hurt his. I'm not saying what he did was right, but at least it shows the amount of power you have over him. That's got to make you feel slightly better, huh?"







"He's cute. Very cute. And very smart. And very manly... And very off-limits."
"Those are always the best love stories,"
"Which ones?"
"The dangerous ones."
"You're the saddest thing I've ever seen, Cadence. The loneliest thing I've ever seen. And any chance I get to see you smile, I'm gonna take it."

He’s cute. Very cute. And very smart. And very manly…. And very off-limits.”
“Those are always the best love stories,” Fanny replied.
“Which ones?”
She sipped her tea. “The dangerous ones.”
"Do you like her?"
Mr. Connelly looked at me flatly. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Well, you seem to like her ass," I said.
"Huh?"
"I watched you look at her ass when she walked out of here."
Jealousy. Such an unattractive quality. I was bleeding it, and I knew i looked ugly.
"Okay. I'm going to take off your underwear and then probably just look at you for a little while because I've never seen a dick in real life. As you know. [..] And I'm not going to try to act like I know what I'm doing, all right? I don't know how to touch it. I have a rudimentary understanding of what it does and how it works, but I'm sure I have a lot more to learn. [..] And I don't know how I feel about putting my mouth on it quite yet, but that's mostly because I don't know how to blow a guy, so I'm just going to see how I feel after I take your underwear off."
"I understand."
"And I don't want you to scare me with it. Like, forcing my face on it or rubbing me all over my body with it. I don't think that's gonna do it for me.
Mark massaged his forehead. "I won't rub my dick all over you, Cadence."
I took a deep breath. "Okay. Are you ready?"
"Umm... I'm gonna be honest with you right now."
"Okay."
"This conversation we just had? Yeah... not really sexually stimulating. So, um, now I'm kind of flaccid."
I reached out my hand, letting it hover over his penis. It twitched.
"Oh my God, Mark! It moved!"
I thought I should leave. Everything I learned in youth group taught me never to date a nonbeliever. It was a top rule as a Christian. I didn't remember a rule against having an affair with a teacher, but the non-Christian thing was a definite no-no.
. It was really well done and I felt so many emotions and totally connected to the characters and storyline. So… when I had the opportunity to read and review an ARC of Good, I was all over it.
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"Love comes in all kinds of packages. Some are neatly tied up, and some are messy. It doesn't mean that the messy ones aren't every bit as good."





