The first time we met was at a party.
Your ex arrived to show off the person he’d left you for last month, and you asked me to pretend to be your date.
I was more than happy to help. You were attractive, smart and witty–and that kiss we shared? It left me wanting you for days.
The second time we met was in my office on campus where we were both surprised to discover you were the new master’s degree student in poetry that I would be working with. You promised to be professional. I did no such thing.
The late nights and intense study sessions spent alongside you majorly throw me off my game. I want you, and I fight with myself daily over this fact.
I know I’m crass, that my sexual innuendos and dirty mouth annoy you, but I live for those two bright spots of color in your cheeks. If that’s the only reaction I can get out of you, I’ll gladly take it.
You hate Mondays so every Monday I slip an anonymous poem into your bag and your smile gets me through the week.
I think I’m falling for you, and I know it’s wrong. I know that I’m only supposed to be your adviser and nothing more, but here’s the thing. I think you’re falling for me too.
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The way Kendall Ryan always seems to infuse the perfect amount of heart, heat, and drama in every story that she tells is why I gobble up each and every book that she releases.
The stories that Ryan tells don’t use needless drama as filler, and she doesn’t add in over-the-top angst to drive her characters and her readers crazy. There’s a reason for all of her hero and heroines’ internal musings and each time she writes in a common trope, she doesn’t follow the same formula as every other story written; she adds in her own twists and veers off the straightforward path just enough to make the plot line her own and spin it just enough to get her characters where she needs them to go when she needs them to go there.
Zach Austin is quite the contradiction in one delicious package; he’s one hell of a dirty talker but he also expresses himself through the poetic form, making him the perfect blend of sweet and sexy. He’s not afraid to go after what he wants but he also understands Poppy’s position on things and does his best to prove just how good they can be together while also going at a pace that won’t scare Poppy away from what seems to Zach to be an inevitability.
A lot of readers will relate to Poppy, not only in her goals and her importance of family but also in the need to prove to her ex that she’s moved on just like him and is so much better off without him. She’s cautious when it comes to her feelings for Zach and she understands the risks of acting on their sizzling chemistry. But she’s also a woman who desires a man, even if it’s a tad inappropriate, so she finds herself walking a delicate line with it comes to acquiring the future she’s always wanted and now just might have someone to share that future with as long as she’s willing to take a risk.
There is a bit of a forbidden aspect to Zach and Poppy’s growing attraction, but it’s not the typical professor/student drama. The complications that arise must be dealt with, which is why their relationship is a slow go for quite some time.
The secondary characters add great comic relief as well as provide insight into who Zach and Poppy are and how they became the individuals they are today. I especially enjoyed Zach’s relationship with his mother and Poppy’s friends helped her to loosen up and not be so focused on school and her future that it doesn’t allow her to LIVE life to its fullest.
XO, Zach is a sweet, slow burn romance that will definitely have readers swooning over the dirty talker hero and connecting with the heroine as someone they would want to hang out with and get to know further because Poppy’s extremely relatable and I could totally see me being friends with her, which is something I don’t say often after finishing a book!
4 Poison Apples
“This is serious, Poppy. Will you promise?”
“What am I promising?” This man had a way of getting me to say things, to feel things, to admit things that I might not have otherwise. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was older and wiser and that much more cunning at these types of discussions, or if it was just because being near him seemed to physically lower my inhibitions. He was like a walking shot of tequila.
“I need you to promise me that if anything physical happens between us—that it will be very consensual, and very sex-positive. I need you to understand that I will worship you and make you come So. Many. Fucking Times.”
He annunciated those words so clearly and slowly, I felt them with every beat of my heart, every pulse of heat between my legs.
Oblivious to my hammering heart, Zach continued. “But I also need you to know that if I do or say anything you don’t like, all you have to do is say so and everything will stop. Just the word no, Poppy. Use it and I promise to leave you alone.”
“Leave me alone as in stop mentoring me, stop helping me in the program?”
His face was serious and he shook his head without even considering it. “I will never stop mentoring you, as long as you want it. Giving in to our attraction—or not—will never be a condition for my help. I want you to succeed, and it has nothing to do with how much I want you in my bed. Do you understand that?”
I felt myself nodding my head.
I knew what he was saying. Despite how aggressively Zach put his feelings on the subject of us out there—I knew he’d never betray my wishes.
“Okay,” I murmured.
He considered me for a long moment, neither of us blinking.
“Why did you approach me that night at the party, Poppy. Did you find me attractive?”
Was he fucking serious?
Of course I find him attractive. Actually, attractive was too weak a word. I found him mesmerizing. Addictive. Enchanting. Impossible.
“I’m not saying I do, but if I wanted something to happen …” I swallowed a wave of nerves and took a shallow breath as Zach’s mouth curved into a grin.
“Something as in finding out how many times in a row I can make you come using my mouth, my hands, and my …”
I held up one hand. “Yes. That. How would it work, isn’t it, like, forbidden?”
God, why did the word forbidden make me feel even hotter?
A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She’s a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she’s appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
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