Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017
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.
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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.”
This is going to be really long so now would be the right time to turn away!
I wish I could give this book all the stars in this galaxy because this book was literally one of THE BEST BOOKS I’ve read this year. I was so bloody hungover that I didn’t read anything for 2 freaking days!!!!
Layla Robinson is hurting. The love of her life has never reciprocated her feelings and the things she did have made it so that she can’t ever face him. Determined to turn her life around and move on from the stalking and obsessing, she starts afresh in college.
As fate would have it, she keeps seeing a blue-eyed man who fascinates her to no end. He is also the new poetry professor – the married poetry professor.
Layla believes that this rude arrogant genius might just be the perfect distraction. She is unbothered by his glares and rude taunts but she sees that behind all this is a kindred spirit. Professor Thomas Abrams might just be too dangerous for Layla’s heart.
I waited to read this book and then I waited some more. Then after starting I wanted to go back and start it all over again. To say that I am obsessed with this story would be a gross understatement. I want to read and re read this book till I can recite it by heart.
Layla is my everything and I adore her beyond the realms of sanity. She is so lost, so much in pain, so confused and always blames herself for the littlest wrong things. But at the same times she is so precious and knows how to be strong and tackle life head on no matter what it’s throwing at you. I wanted to hug her and tell her that everything will be all right. She is without a doubt one of my most favourite characters I’ve read this year . She’d probably be my best friend if she was real.
I think I understood her struggles and really felt the war she was facing with what is right and what she needs to be happy. And believe it or not she is bloody funny. I LOVED LOVED the way she never took shit from Thomas and gave it back as good as she got. (Though I also really love how putty she was in his hands *heart eyes*)
HOLY MOTHER OF HOTNESS Thomas Abrams! GOD I get shivers when I think of that man. He is absolutely unreal and damn if that doesn’t make me want him more. I didn’t even care that he was being a rude jerk. He just cleared his throat or said a word and I could only think about how much I love this man. The sadness that surrounded him, the angst inside of him was so profound that you couldn’t help but be drawn to it. I wanted to take away his pain and help him no matter what. He is so filthy, so hot and such perfect brooding poet. I love him forever and EVER.
What could be better than a book that makes you think about things you never encountered like when have you ever thought about people acting out because they are unloved? The emotions that this book made me experience are unreal. I was such a mess of convoluted emotions and painful second-hand heartbreaks. I didn’t know what to do with myself. The intensity of this book blew my mind away. NOTHING could have prepared me for it.
And I really truly 100% believe that Thomas and Layla were meant for each other. GOD these two together make me ugly cry but at the same time fill my heart with immense giddy happiness. I’m probably going to read this book once every month. So really, do yourself a favour and READ THIS!!!
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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