I watched her.
I knew I shouldn’t. It was a mistake. Wrong. Forbidden.
A glimpse of heaven before a depraved angel led me to hell.
One email was all it would take to end the torture. A simple email, dropping Eden Wilder from my class and my life.
But I couldn’t do it. I was selfish—taking any bit of her I could.
That’s how addictions start. You give in just a little. Just once. Before long, your obsession has grown into a violent storm, shrouding you in darkness as it consumes your thoughts. Consumes your whole damn life. And everything you’ve worked for is gone.
But you honestly don’t give a f*ck. You’d serve your soul up on a silver platter for your addiction.
And she was mine.
Warning: Recommended for readers 18+ due to strong adult language, themes, and a stalkerific hero who puts the FUN in dysfunctional. Enjoy!
Layla Frost has always been a rebel. A true badass.
Growing up, Layla used to hide under her blanket with a flashlight to read the Sweet Valley High books she pilfered from her older sister. It wasn’t long before she was reading hidden Harlequins during class at school. This snowballed into pulling all-nighters after the promise of “just one more chapter”.
Her love of reading, especially the romance genre, took root early and has grown immeasurably.
In between reading and writing, Layla spends her free time rocking out (at concerts, on the couch, in the car… Anywhere is a stage if you get into it enough), watching TV (the nerdier the better!), and being a foodie. Though she lives in NY (the state, not the city), she’s an avid Red Sox fan.
— Facebook — Naughty Cupcakes Group — Goodreads — My Amazon Store — My Site —
— Twitter and Instagram: @LaylaFWrites — Email: email@example.com —
This review was extremely difficult for me to write. Not because it was bad… because it was SO EFFIN GOOD that it literally destroyed me. I stalk- er… follow Layla Frost and am in her readers group, so I saw her little “hey this may not be as safe as you want it to be” and got scared…
For those of you who don’t know, when a romance novel is safe it means no cheating; but it goes beyond that. It means, for all intents and purposes, both parties are eunuchs unless around their partners. I need my books to be safe, for many reasons. Numero Uno is that I hate cheating. Gives me anxiety.
So yeah… I was scared.
A little back story…
Eden Wilder is a college student trying to make a name for herself, and she’s on the run. She keeps a low profile, avoids relationships, and gets good grades. She pays her own way for college, which means she works hella hard… as a stripper.
Get that money girl.
Damien Caine is a professor… specifically Eden’s professor. He’s tough on her work, grading it harder than the others. From the beginning, he’s attracted to her. But he also wants to break her, but only to make her better than she was before. Being so much older than her, he stays away from her for as long as he can… until he stumbles upon her side gig.
There are some parts that may make this unsafe for readers. There’s a slight love triangle thingy in the beginning but Damien basically shuts it down. And Eden does too. But there’s also the fact that Eden has to get practically naked for her customers.
Oh, and there’s the little tidbit that Damien is in to BDSM. Not soft core, but not going to sex clubs either. It’s not a “safe word” situation, but a lifestyle. Part of that lifestyle means being harsh on his girl, but it also means taking care of her. Is ha an alpha-hole? HECK yeah. But is he swoon worthy? My response is not internet appropriate.
If you want evidence that I called Layla out for basically wrecking my whole world, I got it for ya. Message me (I’m funny sometimes). But I’m serious. This book wrecked me. It felt like Damien was breaking me down just as much as he was Eden. I wanted to hate him just as much as I fell in love with him. For every bit of a jerk Damien was, he was a just as much a sweetheart. For every bit the hardworking, independent woman Eden was, she was just as much faltering on her own. As much as she was a mature woman, she was bratty.
This book was full of extremes. Extreme sex, extreme love, and extreme touch. Maybe that’s what got me with it. In every taboo novel there’s a level of trust between the partners that has to be there, but with Eden and Damien they had to earn it. They had to earn every single ounce of trust; every step they made towards love was one hard earned.
It wasn’t just the teacher/student trope, or just BDSM, or just taboo, or just anything. It was everything. The slow burn to end all slow burns. A re-read (AND RE-READ) worthy novel that will have you eating out of the palm of Damien’s hand.
Because when you Give In… you might just find your Happily Ever After.
…Also, Layla, I’m gonna need another book from you STAT. I’m hooked, girl. YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS OKAY???