"5 Cups!...Wow! This is a super hot read! Having a tall pitcher of something slushy handy to sip and keep down your core body temperature might keep the furniture from bursting into flames as you read this one. Ms. Dixon brings her characters to breathing life and makes them very real. The sex scenes are scorching hot. She details fantasies that (let us face it) most of us had regarding at least one teacher in our past. She builds the anticipation and sexual tension to a perfect peak and then brings it all home with a satisfyingly entertaining conclusion. This amazingly entertaining read had me gulping large quantities of iced beverages to keep my blood temperature at a manageable level. This one is definitely on my top-ten-list of books to read over and over!"—Keely Skillman, Coffee Time Romance
"4.5 Stars!...Rated 'O' for 'Orgasmic'...Ms. Dixon has another winner with Hot for Teacher! Paige’s character is great. She hides her real identity and keeps her simmering passion tucked away. We get to know Paige and what makes her tick very well. She can’t help but be stuck in the past with Vince as the man of her dreams. Vince is as hot as Vinnie and even hotter since Paige gets to feel the passion one on one. You learn a lot about him and even more about his body as Ms. Dixon writes hot blazing sex scenes that will make your toes curl and reach for the toys. Blythe’s character is a hoot and I wouldn’t be surprised to see her in a future follow up book. She is fun and she needs to have someone smack her like a ton of bricks. I enjoyed this book, laughing quite a lot and panting even more. I suggest this go on your bedside table soon!"—Julie Esparza, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Blue Ribbons!...Hot For Teacher is hotter than hot and sexier than sexy. The whole book is a rich treasure-trove of passion, lust and wicked fantasies. Paige as the determined woman going after her destiny brings about feelings of admiration in the readers. Vince is a man to die for, a man who any woman would love to capture for herself. The sex is wild and the fantasies wilder. All the credit goes to the magical words so lovingly created by Paris Dixon. Her words describe everything from passion to fear precisely and with great impact. Her words can bring out a sigh from you, keep you curious and also make you long for cool air since you feel so hot! Also, Paige’s friend Blythe is such a naughty supporting character that I hope Paris comes up with a book on her. If you ever had a crush on your teacher, then don’t miss this book! Find out how it is to be really Hot For Teacher!"—Dee Herga, Romance Junkies
"...A very sensual tale about a high school crush gone totally
right. I think everyone can relate to Paige and her crush, and perhaps the need to finally connect with that special person whom you've waited your whole life for. Author Paris Dixon definitely brings out the yearning both Paige and Vince feel toward each other. I was also very impressed by the solid plot she worked into the story, despite the book being relatively short. This is a quick read that is nonetheless very erotic and just downright fun."—Sarah W., The Romance Studio
"...A hilarious look into the fantasies of oversexed school girls. Who didn't have a crush on a teacher in high school and given the chance, could you have gone back ten years later and lived out the fantasy? Paige Gillette was just the type of gutsy character who could and does. Of course, she has the help of her out-of-control best friend, Blythe, so it's no problem. Vincent Martinelli is every schoolgirl's dream who has matured into every woman's desire. If fantasies and hot sex are the order of the day, then settle in with Hot For Teacher, it's an extremely funny and wild experience."—Jennifer Ray, The Road to Romance
"4 Flames!...Paris Dixon has penned another sizzling hot read you won't want to miss! I loved reading how Paige has spent years fantasizing about her high school teacher to the point that she has written several books about him, books that have made it big for her in the literary world, and then she finds out that her hot teacher has always felt the same about her, too! After reading the steamy sex scenes between Paige and Vincent, you'll be 'HOT FOR TEACHER,' too!"—Sharon, Sizzling Romances
…Just as the DJ started playing Madonna's "Erotica," Paige felt the warm presence of someone moving in close behind, and hot breath on her ear.
"Miss Gillette, I was hoping we'd run into each other this evening."
Paige instantly recognized that voice, the rich tenor that haunted her memories, that dominated her fantasies, that possessed the same inflections and resonant tones she had gifted to her most famous male character. And it gave her goose flesh.
With her heart leaping into her throat, she turned, half-afraid at what she'd find.
She needn't have worried. The sight of Vincent Martinelli, Trimble High's English teacher extraordinaire and assistant track coach, now in his early thirties, still had the invincible power to clench her stomach, enliven her pulse, and rob her of all breath and sane thought.
Not a single strand of gray marred his raven-black hair, still lush and shimmering in cleanliness, still cut in a rather unruly style that straggled down to his collar. In keeping with his rather "unconventional teacher" image, he wore a tan blazer over a black pullover shirt, its tautness advertising his wealth of chest and stomach muscles. From his neck dangled a silver chain, its mother-of-pearl shark's tooth pendant resting in the patch of swirling chest hair that peeked out from the top of the shirt's V-neck collar. His blue jeans encased the long, sinewy runner's legs Paige remembered so vividly.
And that winning, dimpled smile, those intense, blue-gray eyes, that five-o'clock shadow on his upper lip and firm jaw—damn it, did any man have the right to be this handsome?—had not changed an iota, sending shivers of longing down Paige's spine.
It felt as if she had stepped into some cartoon "way-back" machine and returned to her high school years, when just the presence of this six-foot-two package of outrageous masculinity filled her head with dizzying, lascivious fantasies. If this were a cartoon, she thought, a gigantic red heart would have already shot from her thorax, throbbing wildly in mid-air, her drool-moistened tongue would have carpeted the floor, and her eyes would have bugged out like oversized Ping-Pong balls. She supposed she looked like the flip side of one of her friend's "dance soldiers," practically quivering in desire at the man standing before her who radiated such intense sexual charisma.
Apparently mistaking her prolonged silence for confusion, he pointed to the name tag on his lapel. "Don't you recognize me? It's Vince Mart—"
"Yes," blurted Paige. Did her voice actually squeak? She hastily swallowed the lump in her throat. "Hi, Mr. Martinelli."
"It's Vince, remember?"
"Oh, yes, Vince, I remember you…I mean, I haven't forgotten how you allowed your students to call you by your name…I mean, your first name…" Her mind screamed—Quit babbling nonsense, you idiot!
Leaning closer, he smiled, his teeth as white and dazzling as ever, his exhale fresh and minty. And that cologne… "Do you know what you want?"
Paige blinked. Was he really so boldly asking her to state her desires? Right here? In front of everyone?...