L.J. Shen resides in sunny California with her husband, son, chubby cat and wild, wild dreams.
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She spend the first half of her twenties traveling the world and is now paying all the fun with extra shifts in front of her MacBook. Feel free to contact her on her Facebook page. She loves to hear from her readers.
DEFY : A secret club of sorts, where Alphas rule- aka the HotHoles , Four Horses of THE Apocalypse.
Barrrrron Vicious Spencer is the Leader of them all, Jamie Followhill is the quietest and , for me , the sweetest.
“Out of the four of them, he was the quietest. The one with the working moral compass. If Vicious was the evil one, and Dean was the stoner one, and Trent was the lost, beautiful soul searching for its mate, Jaime was the cement that glued them together. He was the guy you could always count on.”
He obsesses over his English Lit, inept teacher , Melody Greene. Melody is a a 26 year old trying to escape her shattered dreams and is stuck in a Rut.
They’re attracted to each other because they’re completely opposite.
She’s older, he’s younger
She’s the teacher, he’s the student.
She’s scrapping by, he’s a rich, privileged jerk
Yet they aren’t opposites, that’s just their different environments.
Inside their souls are the same
“We both had suffered destiny’s wounds.We were both defective, chipped, and programmed to fight back. Sculpted by our fate. Scarred by who we were. I was a dancer trapped in a teacher’s life. He was a free man imprisoned in his parents’ ridiculous demands and great expectations.”
It’s a hot sexy, Forbidden, Tabboo read. But the writing is S.U.P.E.R.B. !!
It’s funny, witty, sarcastic, steamy, sizzling hot.
The teacher /student aspect gives a lot of space for Humour and Leigh , very very adroitly fills them with her clever one liners and humorous descriptions
“Holy moly, it was beautiful. Not nine inches like the cheerleaders were whispering about in class (they sucked at geometry , that should’ve been my first clue) but almost— it was just picture-perfect. Postcards-and-stamps worthy. He had the sleekest, smoothest shaft , a prominent head, and a thick velvety vein. And a tilt. To the right.
I had my student’s one-eyed snake staring right back at me in the middle of my tiny empty apartment.”
Read this book to truly see how a student/teacher romance is supposed to be written.