Release Blitz & Reviews ~~ The Unrequited by Saffron Kent #FiveBlushRead


Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017

Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from
unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive
What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps
seeing around campus could be a great one—only he is the new poetry
professor—the married poetry professor.
Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist—rude, arrogant, and
broody—but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry,
but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade,
Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.
Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in
the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he
kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you
again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget
all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.
NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive
topics like cheating and death. 18+ Only.



I was expecting a fun, sexy, teacher/student romance;  some sneaky sex (sex on his office desk!), finding their way as a couple but holy shit I got something SO MUCH MORE. I will attempt to get my feelings across about this book in my review but there just isn’t anyway I will do this book the justice it deserves.

Saffron Kent has given us two characters that are so broken, so flawed the my heart was beating hard and breaking all at the same time.  These characters were multi-dimensional, spoke their minds and hearts and even their soul through their actions and words.

Thomas – an award winning poet, trying his hardest to be the man he SHOULD be, not who is really is.   At times, I swear – this man made me want to smack him across the face then hug the shit out of him.  He’s so torn, so mean, so sweet, so fucked up.

Layla – omg this poor girl.  So desperate for a connection that she’s willing to do anything, seriously, anything.  But it’s not about sex (but man there is some serious sex going on), she genuinely wants to heal this man, to make him happy and whole again. Again – not able to put into words the depth in which she NEEDED to heal Thomas. It’s a selfless love, not about her pleasure and this relationship often causes her more pain than pleasure.

“My skin thrums. It’s more than awareness.  It’s like he’s…in me.  A part of him is breathing inside my body.”

This book is on my short list of BEST READS of 2017.  Get it, read it, fall in love with the poetic words, the range of emotions you will feel while reading will envelope you and your soul.  Be prepared for one serious Book Hangover. It’s up there will book hangovers from Colleen Hoover for me.

“We shouldn’t look for love stories where there are none to be found.”


Totally not what I expected from a Teacher/ Student romance. I usually don’t read them because it’s a bit taboo. Forbidden romance. Beautifully written.  It will blow your mind. Plays with your heartstrings and as much as it’s wrong for Thomas and Laya these two drawn together by their “twin flame”.

Two lost souls struggling both for the unrequited love. Thomas and Laya have a soul connection that’s so intense it’s hard to explain. It’s really something you have to read and feel to understand them.
There were times you question the attraction they have because it’s so morally wrong. It will ruin lives. But as you read you will see the struggles these two characters go through. It’s a beautiful story. Layla is crazy as crazy can get. She stalks her prey. She sinks her claws in and she knows what she is doing is so wrong but at the same time she wants to save Thomas. I felt her tortured soul.  She was so misguided in ways.  Thomas is a lover of words. He draws Layla in with them. Thomas is drawn to her the first time he sees her.  He knows he needs to keep his distance but she is the moth to the flame.
The storyline is written perfectly. I didn’t want it to end.  It draws you in. The book has you falling in love with both these characters even when you don’t want to. There’s so much anguish. It’s twisted, tortured souls brought together. Saffron Kent is new to me I will be stalking her for more. I suggest this book!  It’s on my top list of the year!


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I’m hit by
a storm of desire to kiss him better. It’s a tornado, an avalanche in my body,
and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. It’s okay. I can take the
blame for it later.
I break the
rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss
of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t
enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time
on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
It’s not enough, these small, barely-there
touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not
for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark,
raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
“Are you
trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift
He couldn’t
tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign.
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He inches
closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely
closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”
Oh God,
does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my
heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
“H-How?” I
ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y
voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a
second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever
this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in
the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”


Author Bio
Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian
Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book
I’m a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the
butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind
of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally
ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by
the end of it, you’ll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love,
no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.

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