The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent

 
 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.

NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive topics like cheating. 18+ Only.

 

 
 
 

        

 
 
 
 

The UnrequitedThe Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent
Tricia's rating: 5 of 5 iScream Cones

"'If you love someone, you should be with them, end of story."

Fucking A............................

Must read of the summer!!! Hell of 2017!!!!

I. Did. Not. Want. This. Book. To. END!!!!

Who are you Saffron Kent??? Holy shit woman...your writing style is off the charts!!! I freaking loved it and would hardly put this book down, then when I got about to the very end...I did not want to finish reading...I wanted to savor the ending!!! lol OMG IT WAS SOOO EFFING GOOD!!!

You know when you read a book and you can tell in the very beginning, ohhhh shit this book is going to ruin me...it is really going to give me the feels?? Well The Unrequited will do just that!!! This book is Fan-Dam-Tastic!!! Please ladies...go one click it ASAP!!!

OooKayy...now onto my review!!! lol Well if you are like me, I love going in blind and that is just what I did. I just seen others raving about this book, so I am always ready for the read when I see my book besties are going cray cray over a book!!! lol

I want to say that I freaking Love the descriptions of this book. I felt like I was in the book, seeing everything happening...everything unfolding. I fell in love with the girl that didn't feel she was crazy!!! The girl that was a little stalker. The girl that was a little obsessive. The girl that suffers from Unrequited Love!!! I fell in love with Layla Robinson!!!! I freaking loved her inner dialogue!! She would have these full conversations with herself, letting herself know that what she was doing was OK....ummm but really it wasn't....lol Lawd...Lawd....

"I don't want him to know I'm crazy. We are not crazy, my unhelpful heart chimes in."

Sooo in this beginning of this book, Layla let's us know that she may have been made to see a therapist, she may have done a little something she shouldn't have done. But she hasn't called him or contacted him or stalked him in months. She just stares at his photo on her phone...that no one knows she still has lol

To get her mind off of HIM....She ends up taking a poetry class...Her professor really starts to intrigue her. She notices a ring on his finger, he is married, but Layla feels that he may be a little flawed like her?? He may have some of the same tendencies as her. Of course this draws Layla in like a moth to a flame. But ohhh what a dangerous game she will be playing with this rude and very arrogant man. Layla is not scared of him, she doesn't back down, she just finds the professor very intriguing and she doesn't stop until she gets what she wants!!!

I gave this book 5 iScream Books Stars!!! Yesss this is one of those books that deserve soooo much more stars!!! Good Gawd does it ever!!! This was my first read by Saffron Kent and this book will definitely not be my last!!! You have a new stalker my friend!!! Bravo...just Bravo!!!!

 
 
 
 
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.”
 
 
 

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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