Genres: Contemporary Romance
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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. (
Unrequited love is my very most favorite trope so when I saw the title and some initial reviews on for this book I was immediately interested. When I saw the chance to read an ARC I signed up and patiently waited for it. Those initial reviewers were spot on about this story. This is a fan-freakin-tastic read.
From the very opening pages, Layla’s voice is so strong and clear. Her personality shines through. She’s a quirky young woman who clearly has some ticks, some odd behavior that I couldn’t wait to understand. She’s a realist, she doesn’t see the world as fluffy and good, and she calls it as she see’s it. She’s also damaged by rejection( her unrequited love) and a mother who is embarrassed by her. So, banished from home and shipped off to college, she holes up and lives a very solitary life until she follows a man into a classroom. A man she saw once in a bookstore. Now it gets more interesting cause he’s a teacher…and it’s a class she isn’t signed up for. That’s not stopping her. So a poetry class she’ll take from a poet named Thomas, a married poet at that. She may be a bit obsessive which is one of the reasons I like her.
Now, I absolutely hate cheating but emotional masochist I am, I read books where it’s at the forefront. Usually whenever I need a good cry. That’s usually because it’s in the voice of the wife being cheated on (just by nature of women’s fiction). But that is not the case in The Unrequited. No, this heartache is different and not that it makes it okay, but it makes the read interesting or maybe more palatable. But I tell you it’s this plot and characters that make this NOT SO BAD. It’s a reminder that there are extenuating circumstances, things we don’t know that will only be revealed when we need to know.
As for Thomas – yeah, he’s a real jerk but Layla is drawn to him because she recognizes the hurt in his eyes, the “unrequited” love he feels. The saying “misery loves company” fits in here, only these two choose to work it out in a different way. She can’t stay away and I totally got why. She’s young, it’s just a thing and it’s not love. It’s punishment. They punish themselves and each other and it feels so good, until it doesn’t.
This book captivated me and I loved being in both Layla’s and Thomas’ heads. Saffron Kent’s writing is superb, her characters deeply flawed and so well crafted. This is the first book by her that I’ve read but within a chapter I grabbed up her other book. If you love angst, undeniable and very HOT chemistry, and can handle an illicit affair then this is for you. 5 Stars!!
~Review by Cyndi
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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.”
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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.
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