Wednesday, July 19, 2017

[Release Boost + Review] The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent

Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017

Book 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.

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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.”

My Review

5 Stars from Tiffany!

Mixed Emotions

Boy oh boy did Saffron A. Kent take a chance with this book! Half the time I didn't know what to think about either character. While I liked them and/or felt sorry for them one minute, I was cursing them out the next. The makings of a great read!

"I wonder what it takes to be loveable. Maybe you have to be less crazy or less selfish or less…ruining."

This girl has some major self esteem problems and then some. She is harboring some terrible feelings from her past that she's letting ruin her future. Layla is almost like a little girl lost. She's away from home, at college alone and looking for somebody to love. Somebody to for once in her life, return the love she wants to give. Sadly, she attracts a man with the same problem, but his feelings are for another.

"What does it feel like? Are you as lonely as me? As lost and angry? Are you insane like me?" 

He is. And that is where my problem lied occasionally. It felt like Layla and her innocence combined with her incesurity, was taken advantage of by Professor Thomas Abrams. Don't get me wrong, I liked they guy, however at some points I wanted to throttle him for messing with her. 

"...I was always meant to find him, to find this symmetry to my disfigured soul."

That's the kind of stuff I am talking about. She thinks so little of herself, yet wants to give what she's got left to this selfish man. She sees something beyond his gruff exterior and keeps chipping away at him. Most of the time, Thomas was undeserving of her in my opinion. However, he is the man she wants, so she goes for it, no matter what.

"...I’m a girl who’s not supposed to be the love of someone’s life, not with my selfishness. I was meant to live in the shadows and secrets. I can be Thomas’ secret, for a little while, at least—until I absorb all of his pain and set him free."

Selfless is what Layla is. In her own twisted mind, she's doing what she's doing with her Professor to save him. To make him the great man she knows he once was. This I liked. That Layla was getting Thomas to open up, converse and act like a human being again. I'm a sucker for "the change" in a man. 

"I just wonder what’s going to happen when the real Cinderella comes back and makes him all shiny and whole. He won’t need me then. He won’t need his slutty fake princess."

The book is well written and quite the mind twist. Not a typical student/teacher and that's what I appreciated most about it. While still chock full of angst, it wasn't due to them being caught or not, it was more than that. So much more. 

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. 

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