Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2015
Organized by: As the Pages Turn
4.5 Verrryyyy Sexy Stars****
I absolutely adore Penelope's books, they're an instant one click for me, then when I see we're getting a story about two people who can't and shouldn't be with each other but darn it boy do they want what what they can't have and add that with some serious chemistry then I was all in and loved the hell out of this one.
So what's it about?
Tyler is planning to be the next senator and with that comes responsibilities and campaigns, parties, meetings, businessmen, women that have a particular look of sophistication. You get the drill, they think that's what Tyler wants yet is it. Then there's his son who he hasn't spent quality time with, he's missed him growing up so now he has the opportunity to get to know him plus maybe but maybe a little respect because their relationship is somewhat strained. So this time is to to bond with his son and therefore Tyler is involved in his education and his that's where Easton comes in.
First of all do you know what I love about Penelope's books is how she writes a Strong ASSHOLE of a man, one that knows his place in the world and one look at him and you were salivating and squirming under his intense manner. But especially is eyes, and boy did I feel that while reading it. It was pure heaven and with the added love hate relationship they had going I was addicted to how it rolled and how I couldn't get enough of Tyler.
Easton has boundaries and is a teacher with a different kind of teaching method than the others, I suppose that added an extra temptation for Tyler to see Easton stand up for herself. That comes with lots of encounters and a plot that gripped me to my seat, I loved it throughout and then it slowly grew on me as I read it the further I went into it. It developed a more meaningful relationship, a teacher/parent relationship and then a lover/forever relationship.
I adored the gradual developed story that twisted together beautifully, I loved Tyler and his asshole manner to to a warmer hero, worthy to swoon over. I loved how Easton gave as good as it gets but was also sexy and slightly broken it made her and Tyler's relationship so much more gripping and sensual.
You know when you have two characters that want what they can't have I'm all in, it made their chemistry, intensity and sexual tension exploding on the pages, it made me want more more and more. Will they, won't they, ahhh please, phew you get me right??? I just loved the hell out of them as a couple.
All in all this is another winner and I'd highly recommend it to lovers who love forbidden romance. Who love millionaire stories, love the added tension that comes with not being able to be together then this is certainly your next read.
Just Be warned... #NoPantiesRequired at parts.
That. Is. All.
ARC gifted via the author in exchange for an honest review.
“Good morning. Tyler Marek’s office,” a woman’s pleasant voice chirped. “How can I help you?”
My heart pounded in my ears, and I could feel the pulse in my neck throb. I held back, almost wishing he wasn’t in his office after all.
I needed time to calm down.
But I swallowed and pushed forward anyway. “Yes, hello,” I rushed out.
“Easton, keep your cool,” I heard my brother warn from my side.
I bit my lip to keep the anger out of my voice. “I’m Easton Bradbury calling for Mr. Marek,” I told her. “I’m sure he’s not in today, but—”
“Just a moment, please,” she interrupted, and disappeared.
I sucked in a breath, realizing that he was in after all.
“Marek?” my brother asked. “Tyler Marek?”
I glanced at him, arching an eyebrow in annoyance.
“Easton, get off the call,” Jack ordered.
His arm shot out, trying to grab the phone, but I slapped his hand away.
“Watch the road!” I barked, pointing at the street ahead.
“Easton, I’m serious,” he growled. “Tyler Marek has a workforce of more than ten thousand people. He may be a senator, for crying out loud. It isn’t your place to argue with him.”
I shot him a look. My place?
My brother was worried about his career, but I didn’t care who Marek was. He was still a man.
Nothing but a man.
I turned my head away from my brother, suddenly hearing Marek’s voice in my ear.
Thick anticipation filled my chest, and I dropped my eyes, disappointed that I was actually excited.
“Mr. Marek,” I replied curtly, remembering why I had called. “I received your e-mail, and I’d love to . . .” I trailed off, wiping the sweat off my hairline. “I’d love to schedule a meeting to sit down and work out a plan for Christian.”
“We’ve already met,” he pointed out, his voice clipped. “And it was not a productive use of my time, Ms. Bradbury.”
I tried reasoning. “Mr. Marek, we both want what’s best for your son. If we work together—”
“Ms. Bradbury.” He cut me off, and I could hear people talking in the background. “Apparently I wasn’t clear enough in my e-mail, so let me save us both some time. My son has no problems with any other teacher, so it goes without saying that you’re the problem.” His stern voice cut me, and I felt like shrinking. “You suffer from an overindulged sense of entitlement, and you forget that your job is on a yearly contract.”
My eyes widened, taking in his threat that my job this year could belong to someone else next year. I fisted the hem of the skirt at my thigh.
“Now, I’m a busy man,” he continued, sounding condescending, “and I don’t have time for silly young women who don’t know their place.”
My skin stung from where my fingernail dug in. His son didn’t have problems with me. Perhaps I graded harder than other teachers, and I might have had unorthodox methods, but most of the students enjoyed my class, including Christian. When he participated. If he ever challenged me, it was because his father wouldn’t allow him the freedom to have the tools to participate like all the other students.
“Now, can I get on with my day and consider this issue settled?” he sniped.
Heat spread over my skin, and I bared my teeth. “You can go to hell,” I shot back, raging. “No wonder he can’t stand you.”
“Easton!” Jack burst out next me.
But it was too late. My eyes widened, and my hand tingled, nearly losing grip on the phone.
What the hell did I just say?
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