Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017
Blurb
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.
“I wonder what it takes to be lovable. Maybe You Have to be less Crazy or less selfish or less…ruining.
There’s something to be said about forbidden romance. I don’t know what it is but there’s this feeling you get whenever you read it. It’s an all consuming rush that flows through your veins like you’ve been hit with the best high and you want nothing more than to just stay in that element. There’s this alluring danger of stepping into uncharted waters because deep down, you KNOW it’s wrong but you do it anyways. Then there’s the seduction. You start off strong with trying to fight it and you might even think that you’re going to win, but that seductiveness takes a hold of you and you’re doing things that you never thought you’d do. So do you see it now? Can you feel it now? There’s something to be said about forbidden romance and this story did a lot of talking.
Layla Robinson doesn’t have the best impulse control. Being sent away to start over in a new town, is the reason why her past actions has her seeing a counselor and trying to form some sort of normalcy. But she’s just going through the motions right now and being happy, is a foreign feeling that she’s sure isn’t going to grace her with it’s presence anytime soon. So Layla goes about her day and prepares for her upcoming classes, only she decides to take on another course. Poetry to be exact. Who knew that walking into Professor Abrams class would forever alter her life?
Thomas Abrams is a world class jerk. Sure he’s a world renowned poet and he’s quite frankly one of the best of his generation, but when it comes to being nice to other people he’s not your guy. Watching the violet eyed woman who came into his class like a tornado is bringing unnatural feelings in him. There’s a fire that wasn’t there before, a yearning that he just can’t rid of, but the most dangerous thing of all is that secretly, he doesn’t want them to go away. What starts off as a need to be pushed away, quickly turns into a lust filled, agonizing beautiful love story about two people who were meant for each other before they even knew it.
“The day we met you watched the moon while I watched you. You looked liked my mirror cracked and empty. I could’ve been yours if only you had looked at me”.
I will admit that I had a tough time with this one in the beginning and I wasn’t sure how the story was going to go but somewhere between that moment, something happened and I became hooked on every word! I remember the exact moment I sighed with relief and basked into the certainty of this love story. Every emotion between Thomas and Layla was like a live wire and you couldn’t help but want to be shocked with their passion, their hurt, and their requited love.
This was one of those stories where you knew there was going to be heartache but you didn’t care because you wanted to be selfish just for a moment. The sexual tension is what kept you reading at warped speed because you KNOW sooner or later, it was going to erupt. But the best thing, the most absolute self gratifying thing about this, was seeing two broken characters who tried so hard to not need each other, later became each other’s everything.
This author made me FEEL,
She made me THINK,
This author took my emotions and wrung them dry with her words. I’ve been looking for something different in my reads and I certainly got it with this book. I’m not going to tell you to read about this story. You shouldn’t want to do it. YOU NEED TO READ IT!! NO EXCUSES.
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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.”
Author Bio
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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