Thursday, July 13, 2017

Release Blitz: 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 and death. 18+ Only.

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Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

I hate cheating, plain and simple. I knew what I was getting into and I was prepared for it though. I was ok with it. When I began reading the book I read the story in a tone that fits to a phycological thriller. Later on, that tone eased and I was just reading a normal novel. I was expecting to have more attention paid to the stalker-ish side of Layla, but after having finished the book, I believe she is the second most normal person in the story. The first is the nanny. Thomas is n love with his wife even if he manages to forget her for days and he hadn't even realized that she had left their house for two days. For me, the reason he was so focused on his wife is that in his mind he wanted the ideal family He wanted what he didn't have, There is no other way that man was able to neglect his wife and be blind to her issues. You can see that there is something wrong with his wife from all of their interactions. She later admits that all her family is going through something which adds them to the list of not normal people. I won;t say anything for Emma and Dylan. With all these people, I hope Nicky will be able to be a normal adult,

Layla our heroine is the victim in many situations. She is definitely focused on one person at a time and becomes obsessed with them, but I was able to emphasize with her even a little. She was treated poorly by some of her close people and she did try to make things normal in the end. I am not happy with her for sleeping with a married man, but everyone could see that their marriage was going to end one way or another. 

The book is not for everyone. Not everyone likes a story with something taboo and even then the characters are different than the usual. They are not normal and they have their issues.  It's probably going to be a hit or miss so be careful when you consider reading the book. One thing is for sure, this isn't your usual love story.

P.S. I love the purple lipstick on the cover. It's so Layla. Great job to whoever made that cover.

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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.”

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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