They call us the Firework Girls.
I’m Isabella. My comfort zone consists of a bank of test tubes and a Bunsen burner. But having to take a philosophy class to graduate from college—well, that’s causing a different kind of burn altogether. I mean, the hottest professor at Hartman is looking right at me.
Can you blame me for looking back?
Amount of sex – 3.5 / 5
How explicit – 3 / 5
Story – 4 / 5
Overall: 4 / 5
Isabella is not your typical college student at Hartman College. She is smart, beautiful, wealthy, and just found out she is missing a Philosophy credit. She decides to take an extra class in order to graduate on time. She discovers the Professor, Shane Brooks, is a new Doctorate student and the chemistry between them begins from the start. Shane and Isabella are both drawn to each other, but they try to fight the draw….eventually give in.
Forbidden Heat is more than just a student/teacher love story. The book contains several sub plots that all together make for a fun, suspenseful, and steamy novel. I am looking forward to reading the next book in the series.
We’re under our favorite tree, the library behind us, working on various homework assignments and taking frequent breaks to chat and snack on our stash of treats. Just as I’m downing two Pringles in one bite, Sam says, “Holy god. Is that a student or professor?”
I have a feeling I know who’s she’s talking about before I even look.
Yep. There he is, in all his glory, walking from the administration building towards Old Main.
He looks even better outdoors and all sun-shiney.
I need serious help.
I’ve had four more classes with Professor Brooks (not that I’m counting) and have spent exactly four of them trying not to drool all over my desk. I keep thinking it’s going to get better, but if anything it’s getting worse.
At first, he was only a distraction during class, when he was right in front of me and I couldn’t help but think about him. Now it’s gotten to the point where he’s invading my thoughts at unexpected times all during the week.
In the hours leading up to his class, I feel the anticipation of it all throughout my body. An anxious, delicious, tingling sensation. Like I’m feeling right now.
I know it’s an obsession. It has to be. It’s bound to pass eventually, but that can’t happen soon enough. It’s starting to feel like torture.
J.L. White writes steamy romances featuring smart, sexy women and the swoon-worthy men who adore them. Her sexy love stories are full of passion but don’t skimp on the tenderness. She’s addicted to trendy coffee houses, poolside lounging, and HEAs. When not tapping blissfully away on her laptop, she takes time to enjoy life with her husband and their children.
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