by Saffron A. Kent
Release Date:
July 13th, 2017
Genre:
Contemporary/
Erotic Romance
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Release Date:
July 13th, 2017
Genre:
Contemporary/
Erotic Romance
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Synopsis:
Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling.
What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one—only he is the new poetry professor—the married poetry professor.
Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist—rude, arrogant, and broody—but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade, Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.
Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.
NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive topics like cheating and death. 18+ Only.
Excerpt:
I’m hit by a storm of desire to kiss him better. It’s a tornado, an avalanche in my body, and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. It’s okay. I can take the blame for it later.
I break the rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
It’s not enough, these small, barely-there touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
Abruptly, he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark, raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
“Are you trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift ponytail.
He couldn’t tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign. Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He inches closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”
Oh God, does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
“H-How?” I ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”
I break the rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
It’s not enough, these small, barely-there touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
Abruptly, he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark, raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
“Are you trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift ponytail.
He couldn’t tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign. Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He inches closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”
Oh God, does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
“H-How?” I ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”
Review:
Rating:
If you’re looking for your next angst filled read, look no further! The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent will deliver a reading journey that will keep you turning the pages. The author gives you a warning that this book deals with sensitive topics. One of them is cheating. I try to stay away from books that have cheating in them. The last book I read that had cheating left me devastated. I was torn between two amazing male characters and a fantastic heroine. With that being said, I decided to give The Unrequited a second look because it was recommended to me by my book sisters. When they talk, I listen.
Layla is in need of a distraction. She finds it the day she comes face-to-face with enigmatic Thomas Abrams. Attending his class is the first step to getting closer to him. What she did not expect was for Thomas to be married. As days go by, Layla and Thomas grow closer together. Their love story is chaotic and mesmerizing. Their attraction is undeniable and Layla is ready to play with fire if that means getting a few stolen moments with Professor Abrams.
This author has an amazing writing style. It was my first time reading a book by her, but it won’t be my last! From beginning to end, this story is filled with intense and passionate moments. Layla and Thomas both want to be loved. Layla never expected to fall in love with Professor Abrams. He was just a distraction to escape her chaotic life. They’re so similar that it was inevitable for them to find in each other what they've been looking for.
This story is filled with many obstacles for Layla and Thomas. Not everything is easy for them. I had no problem connecting with Layla. I loved reading her POV and I liked that she was different from the heroines I am used to in books. I have to admit that I had a bit of trouble connecting with Thomas. I liked him in some scenes and in other scenes, he just drove me crazy!! Overall, this is a fantastic story that will keep you turning the pages until the very end!
Layla is in need of a distraction. She finds it the day she comes face-to-face with enigmatic Thomas Abrams. Attending his class is the first step to getting closer to him. What she did not expect was for Thomas to be married. As days go by, Layla and Thomas grow closer together. Their love story is chaotic and mesmerizing. Their attraction is undeniable and Layla is ready to play with fire if that means getting a few stolen moments with Professor Abrams.
This author has an amazing writing style. It was my first time reading a book by her, but it won’t be my last! From beginning to end, this story is filled with intense and passionate moments. Layla and Thomas both want to be loved. Layla never expected to fall in love with Professor Abrams. He was just a distraction to escape her chaotic life. They’re so similar that it was inevitable for them to find in each other what they've been looking for.
This story is filled with many obstacles for Layla and Thomas. Not everything is easy for them. I had no problem connecting with Layla. I loved reading her POV and I liked that she was different from the heroines I am used to in books. I have to admit that I had a bit of trouble connecting with Thomas. I liked him in some scenes and in other scenes, he just drove me crazy!! Overall, this is a fantastic story that will keep you turning the pages until the very end!
Rating:
I give, The Unrequited, by Saffron A. Kent, 4 angsty, passionate, fascinating stars!
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About the Author:
Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book world.
I'm a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.
The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by the end of it, you'll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.
I'm a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.
The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by the end of it, you'll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.
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