Thursday, 13 July 2017

New Release | The Unrequited by Saffron A Kent | #NEW #Erotic #Romance


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


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 fa├žade, 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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Excerpt


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.”


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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