by J.L. White
Publication date: April 5th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of Forbidden Heat
Isabella was right to stare back at the hottest man on campus. After all he was looking at her. Or could he have been looking for another reason. But should she allow for this chemistry to build in a chemistry class with burner and test tubes abound.
Professor Shane had lit the fire of one college future grad and they have no way of slowing down the burn going on in this test tube. That was until someone from the past sticks there nose in where it had no business being.
Single person POV can leave a lot left to be said and seen. So with that said I was only getting one side of events and was wanting more. For this to be the first book of the series I will say that it got me started. I want to see where it goes from here.
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?
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While listening to Jack’s story, I take another sip. Over the rim of my raised glass, just down the hall, I see Shane Brooks watching me.
And he’s alone.
He doesn’t seem to know I’ve spotted him, for his eyes are traveling down the length of my body, wrapped in form-fitting velvet, and back up again. He looks hungry, and slightly stunned.
I slowly lower my glass, granting him full view of my cleavage, which he lingers on for a moment before finally, slowly, meeting my eyes.
This time neither one of us look away.
One heartbeat. Two.
I lose count as the moment lingers on.
“Ah!” Jack says suddenly, snapping me out of my trance. “Here comes our brigade.”
I glance toward the Ladies room exit to see Chloe and Ashley emerge.
Jack offers me his arm and I take it automatically, my eyes darting back to Professor Brooks, who’s still watching me.
A soft ding sounds through the hall, indicating we have only two minutes remaining of the intermission.
“Fair ladies,” Jack says, putting on a grand persona, “may I escort you back to your seats?”
“Only if I can have the rest of your champagne,” Sam says, taking Jack’s glass and downing it. He smiles easily, leading us away.
Still gripping Jack’s arm, I glance back over my shoulder.
Shane Brooks is watching my every move.
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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