on July 13, 2017
Genres: Adult, College, Contemporary, Dark, Erotica, Forbidden, Romance, Student/Teacher
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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. 18+ Only.
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What does requited love look like? I want to see it.
I’m not sure how to even go about writing this review. There’s lots I want to say, and yet I don’t want to say anything cause I don’t want to spoil anything. Saffron Kent is a new to me author. If you keep up with my reviews you’ve might noticed that I haven’t been taking chances with new to me authors lately. I’ve been super busy at work all year and don’t have as much time to review and blog as before 🙁 But this book kept popping up everywhere and I was so intrigued! You know I love a little taboo from time to time and I just couldn’t resist. And let me tell you, this one did not disappoint at all. This was crazy, messy, ugly, raw and beautiful all at the same time. It’s one of those books that you read with a tight chest and experience all sorts of emotions while doing it. Pure angst. Holy hell, this is one book I won’t forget easily.
“Why are we talking about useless organs?” “Because unrequited love is like a dead, useless organ. It’s functionless. It’s sicker than a disease. You can cure a disease, but you can’t fix a defective soul. That’s the most frustrating thing in the world, to be that powerless.”
I read a book a few years ago that I just adored. It had a few taboo themes, including cheating. It had the craziest heroine I’ve ever read, yet she was so charming and I couldn’t help but to fall in love with her. Not surprisingly, it was somewhat of a polarizing book, a lot of people didn’t like the book. You either love it or hate it. They didn’t like her, or the fact that there was cheating. Anyway, I have a feeling that this one will be one of those. For me, it’s all about the characters. If you have an open mind and care about the characters first, then this one will blow you away.
“The Harlot fell in love with the Fire-breather. It was beautiful and right. It was wrong and ugly, just like the earth beneath my feet. It was tragic and ecstatic. It was everything I’d hoped love could be.”
I won’t recap the blurb. The blurb is pretty self-explanatory and gives you all the warnings. But man this book is so much more. It explores unrequited love in different ways. It also explores the concept of soulmates. It questions what you know about love.
“You know, Layla, falling in love isn’t bad or wrong or even hard. It’s actually really simple, even if there’s no reciprocation. It’s the falling out that’s hard, but no matter how much you convince yourself otherwise, reciprocation is important. It’s what keeps the love going. Without it, love just dies out, and then it’s up to you. Do you bury it, or do you carry the dead body around? It’s a hard decision to make, but you have to do it.”
Is one person’s love strong enough to hold a relationship together? A marriage? A friendship? A family? When is it better to let go? These two main characters are so lost, and so broken. One suffering from rejection and one-sided love, pure heartbreak. And the other trying to hold on to a loveless marriage and a relationship that just wasn’t there anymore, or never was, full of regrets. While reading, I kept thinking of one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite books:
“Broken souls are mended every day by mended souls that were once broken” ~Krista & Becca Ritchie
I couldn’t stop thinking about how this just relates perfectly to this book. These two souls were so broken, so trapped in guilt and regret, so hopeless. And when they found each other, they were just meant for each other, you can totally feel it the entire times. It’s all about the details and the little things that were happening to them while they were not paying attention. Granted this was messy, and pretty messed up at times. Like really, really messed up, lol. They definitely go about it the wrong way, it’s ugly and raw. You want to scream at both at some point or another. They will both make you mad. It’s so sad at times, but it’s so beautiful too. It takes time, they learn, they forgive, they forget and love truly wins.
Thomas and I, we share the same story. We might have gotten there differently, but now we share the same fate.
Yes, I want him. I’ve wanted him since the first time I saw him. I want him more and more with each passing day. I want him because he’s like me. He’s in unrequited love and I want to save him, somehow.
Let’s talk Layla. She’s all sorts of awesome. I know, she’s crazy. So what? She’s young and confused and has been through a lot. I felt so much for her, so bad. She’s so unloved, like a puppy that everyone kicks. I also wanted to smack her a few times and wanted her to stand her ground. But she had such a great heart. I absolutely loved her, she was the heart of the book and totally stole my heart. Thomas wasn’t my favorite, there I said it. I totally understood the way he felt. How his life was upside down and how helpless he was. But yet, I had a harder time connecting with him and how much of a jerk he sometimes was. But I still loved him though. His epiphany was one of the best parts of the book. I wish it would’ve been longer though.
Thomas Abrams is magic. He’s a wordsmith, a baby whisperer, a blue-eyed asshole, but most of all, he’s like me: brokenhearted.
This book was also super hot! Really, really, hot. Naughty, dirty. Panties poof hot. I thoroughly enjoyed that as well, of course. I also loved the writing, this was beautifully written. And the pacing, I thought everything developed at the right time, although selfishly I would’ve loved for the last 5-10% to be longer, definitely more. Similarly, the lack of an epilogue is the reason why I didn’t give 5 stars to this one. Not only am I a huge fan of epilogues, but I also feel like this is the type of books where you are dying to know how these characters are doing in the future. Saffron, I need more please!!!!
“It’s not pretty, our love story.”
“We break all the rules, and sometimes I hate that.”
“But it’s ours.”
So, needless to say, I absolutely loved this one. I know some people immediately shy away from cheating books without a second thought, but you should give this one a chance, this might be your exception. If you have an open mind, this one will blow you away. Saffron Kent is now in my list of authors to watch and I can’t wait to see what she brings in next. Absolutely recommend!
Bravery is like falling in love. You don’t know if the person will reciprocate, but still you fall.
*An ARC was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*
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.
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.
touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
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.
trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift
tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign.
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
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.”
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.
ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y
voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
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.”