Synopsis:
Aubrey and Daniel’s
vow to pursue their dangerous romance despite university regulations takes them
down a path of secrecy and lies. With only six weeks left to the end of term,
they’re under the constant watch of David Grant—Daniel’s “Dean of Students”
father. If that weren’t enough to pressure them, Daniel’s checkered past also
casts a shadow over the young lovers who continuously tempt fate until one
wrong move leads to an inevitable disaster. Can they salvage a relationship
when everything seems to be conspiring against them?
My review:
This is the first book that I have
read from this author. I was very intrigued by the writing the story that was
written. The characters Aubrey and Daniel had a sweetness in them that is not
often present in these stories. Now unlike others, I did not read the first
book. So I took that leap of faith and I read this book, knowing that I could
be in the dark with many of these topics discussed in the book.
But don’t worry, the author did an
awesome job allowing me, the none reader of book one, follow, understand, and
enjoy my reading.
Daniel is so sweet as a hide-away
boyfriend. He looked out for Aubrey, ensured she felt cared for by him even in
his absence, and he was still professional.
I am a erotic romance kind of girl.
I like the passion, the waiting, mild angst, and the end result. Well, many of
my likes in a book were in this one. I may not have gone into detail with their
physical interactions but some of the stuff that Daniel said in the book was
hot.
Hope you enjoy this book, the
review, and the blog tour.
Happy reading.
Excerpt # 1
Daniel’s grandmother held out the salad tongs. "Daniel,
take more tomatoes."
"I already have a few. I'm fine."
She tossed three more tomato wedges on his salad plate. "Lycopene. It's
good for the prostate," she said.
Daniel rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Prostate cancer," Patty said to me in a hushed voice.
"That's what got Bradford—my husband. Never ate a tomato in his life. I'm
convinced that's what did him in. Although I read an article recently
about the importance of regular ejaculations as well. Not
that Bradford had a problem with that."
I bit my lip to stifle a laugh. Daniel stared at her in
stunned silence.
"You are having your oil changed regularly, I hope?" she
asked him.
What the hell? Penny
had said Patty was a corker, but nothing had prepared me for this! She
was awesome! I blinked back tears as I tried not to burst into
laughter. Daniel, on the other hand, was choking on a mouthful
of roast beef. I clapped him on the back and handed him his water glass.
He gulped some and cleared his throat. "Jesus, Patty. That's a
rather personal question."
"It's uptight people who impede the distribution of important
information. Don't you think, Aubrey?"
"Oh, I couldn't agree more," I said, casting a meaningful
glance at Daniel who narrowed his eyes at me.
He turned back to his grandmother. "Are you implying I'm
uptight?"
"Implying? No, no, I was stating it as a fact. I happen to
believe you need to extricate that rather long pole from—well, there's no
need to discuss the sordid details at the table," she said.
Daniel put down his fork and looked back and forth between the two
of us. "Huh," he said, miffed. "Okay then. Allow me to put
your mind at rest. My oil is being changed fairly regularly. There.
Satisfied?"
He picked up his fork and forcefully stabbed a carrot. I hoped his
comment wasn’t intended as an admission that we were involved in an
intimate relationship. Patty quirked aneyebrow at me and I
held up my hands as if to say, “Don't look at
me.” She surveyed Daniel expectantly and he cleared his throat.
"Unfortunately, I'm decidedly, um, self-employed, at the
moment," he said.
Excerpt # 2
"Now what’s
that smile about?" Daniel asked, standing behind
me and wrapping his arms around me.
"I was just thinking about how much I love your
forearms."
"You do?"
"Uh huh. They're very furry."
He chuckled. "No one's ever told me that before.
Why am I picturing cavemen?"
I smiled and turned around. He leaned against
me, pushing my lower back into the counter.
"I happen to find it very masculine," I assured
him, swirling my fingers in the hairs peeping out of the top of his
T-shirt. "I like this too, though," I murmured, dropping soft kisses
along the expanse of smooth skin between the stubble on his throat and his
chest hairs.
"So do I," he said, claiming my lips and kissing me
deeply, his tongue working its magic as it moved against mine, turningme into a
puddle of goo.
I tried to talk between kisses. "We probably shouldn't do this
right now—"
"Aubrey, Patty’s snoring. It's nice not to be outside or
in my car, don't you think? Throw me a bone." He kissed me again,
moaning quietly against my lips.
"I'll give you a bone, all right,” I teased.
“Too late. I think you already did,” he said, smirking as he
took in my superior smile.
“Not exactly a newsflash.”
“What, and you’re completely unaffected?”
“Did I say that?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Typical country weather down south?”
I moved in close to his ear. “Typical English country
weather.”
Excerpt # 3
"Thank you, Daniel."
"For what?"
"For bringing me here. It means a lot that you would
sharethis with me. This place is obviously close to your heart."
He pushed my hood back gently.
"You know you're making quite a home for yourself in my heart
too, right?"
I swallowed thickly. Speechless again. I lowered my
eyes, but he tilted my face up, kissing me tenderly, his tongue
slipping warmly between my lips.
"Your nose is cold," I said as he pulled
away.
"Your tongue is hot," he whispered.
I leaned into him, eager for more. He pressed his lips
against mine, his hands caressing my face.
"I meant what I said a minute ago," he said.
"You're all I think about. Sometimes I feel like I've known you forever,
and other times you do or say something that reminds me how much I still have
to learn. I wish we had more time together."
"I know what you mean." I snuggled into his neck
as he held me close.
“‘I have no precious time at all to spend, nor
services to do, till you require,’” he whispered. “‘Nor dare I
chide the world-without-end hour whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for
you.'"
"You wrote that sonnet out for me a few days before Mary’s
memorial service,” I reminded him.
"It’s a favorite.”
"The sonnets aren’t my specialty, unfortunately."
"You'd better brush up, Miss Price. I happen to know
of anassignment that’ll require some attention to Master
Shakespeare's sonnets."
"Jeez, here we go. On with the TA hat." I
sighed.
He laughed. "Oh, come on, I've avoided shop-talk all
evening. I've been good, haven't I?"
"I'd say you've been very good."
I raised an eyebrow.
"And you, my lovely, are incorrigible," he said, kissing
me withan intensity that made my heart
gallop.
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