Logan Chance blew my mind with Study Me a teacher/student romance that had many lessons in anatomy and also pulled on the heartstrings. I was really surprised on where this story took me emotionally, I found myself trying to fight that ugly cry of mine. I hated walking away from this book, I damned every chore or person that interfered with my reading time.
Marley Murphy is a pre-med student and a TA for one hot but bad-tempered professor. This student will test your limits, Marley will give just as much as she can take. Will falling for a man with a past that he keeps to himself and a entering a relationship that has to stay a secret be to much for her handle?
Houston Dale, has a past that haunts him and the only thing that seems to bring some light into his life is his student/TA. Her beauty and exuberance helps him forget that he is in a job that he hates and a life that only has darkness. Houston will have you loving and hating him, but his story is one that will break your heart.
Study Me, is a short read but lacks of nothing and is packed with all the emotional feels one wants is a great read. For an obsessed reader Logan Chance makes it difficult to want to keep this story to myself and stay away from spoilers, it is one that I find myself wanting to shout about. The storyline has those two characters that have that sexual falling in love connection with obstacles that can come between them. I can't wait for the release date so that I can recommend that everyone one-click this 5 Star read that will have readers talking.
"Are you saying it was my fault?” This corner was a bad idea, because now he’s pressed against me, his tall body encompassing the small space. His dark eyes bore into mine. “Yes,” he says, matter of factly. He’s refusing to whisper. What part of library does he not understand? “Shhh.” I peek around him and the aisle is still clear. His arms cage me in, and he eliminates every inch of space between us. “Do not shush me again, Miss Murphy," he dips his face down, close to mine, "unless you want a repeat of earlier.” Well, I do want a repeat, but it’s probably a very bad idea. He leans close to my ear, brushing the hair away with his nose. “You want me to whisper, Miss Murphy? How’s this?” Goosebumps break out along my skin from the sensuous feel of his lips against the shell of my ear. This is so bad. So bad. Anyone could come around this corner and find us. And how did we get to this point? My fingers grip the edge of his pockets when he whispers again, “Do it once more and you’ll feel the sting of my hand on your ass, again.” A soft “shhh" escapes me before I can stop it. His teeth clamp down on my earlobe. “Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “You probably shouldn’t have done that.”