Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: September 18, 2017
Publisher: Carina Press
Format: eARC, 81 pages
How I got it: From the publisher
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Dirty flirting with the unbelievably hot barista at Bundt & Grind café is not how Elliott Goodridge should be spending his time. Temperance Falls College hired him to counteract a scandal—not burn through his paychecks on overpriced coffee with a side of impure thoughts.
For the amount of time college student Samantha Monroe spends fantasizing about the new guy in town, she should know more than just his name. But despite putting out all kinds of signs that she's down for, well, putting out, Elliott hasn't made a move. Yet.
By the time the truth is revealed, it's too late to stop the charge between them. Sparks fly, but so do rumors. For Elliott, a day without his hands on Sam is too long—and two orgasm-free weeks until graduation is flat-out impossible.
I received a copy of this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Ok, who is surprised I loved this London Hale book? No one? Good. I’ve been addicted to their short, hot and dirty romances since I picked up the very first one. I’m happy to say the streak continued with Seducing His Student, but I very much suspected it would. I do love a good student/teacher romance and this one totally fit the bill.
I really liked Elliott and Sam. Their chemistry was apparent from the very start and I was as all-in on the two of them as Elliott was, even with the complications. This is a short book, so things escalated between them pretty quickly. (No, this is NOT me complaining.) The sexy times were plentiful and hot AF. Elliott had a filthy mouth and y’all know how much I love that. But more than the sexy times, I found the romance satisfying. The ladies of London Hale pack a whole lot of romance into a short number of pages and I am here for it. All of it.
If you like bite-sized doses of hot, filthy romance, I hope you’re reading London Hale’s books. These ladies write smut with substance and I love it. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when there are no more London Hale books to read, to be honest. I guess that’s where re-reads come in, huh?
Sam was the object of every fantasy I’d had since I’d stumbled into the coffee shop my second day on the island.
She was mine in that moment—every inch. I just had to show her where to go. Just had to get her to that spot where she was safe to fall.
“You got to taste me. It’s my turn to have some fun.”
Back to the naming thing. Not girlfriend. Not woman. Someday, I’d call her my wife, but for now… She was simply my Sam.
Have you read any of London Hale’s books?