I’ve come to enjoy Jessica Scott’s books in the last year so I jumped at the chance of reading this title.
Beth is trying to make things work. Her studies, his father’s health–she tries to keep her life running smoothly. Study hard to get a good job. Get herself and her father out of debt. And that is how she finds herself taking a new tutoring job and how she comes to meet Noah.
Beth is weary of soldiers. Her father was one and based on his story and his current situation she can’t help but question anything to do with the military. But what she was not counting on was on how drawn she felt to the guy.
Noah just wants to get through college so when he struggles with his Statistics class he goes looking for a tutor. Soon he finds himself wanting to get to know more about her. He’s drawn to her mind just as much as he is to her beauty.
Both Noah and Beth have secrets and issues that hold them back from starting a relationship, but soon they find out that fighting what’s developing between them is futile.
As I stated before, I love Jessica Scott’s writing. I especially enjoyed how she always manages to make her characters come to life. They are complex, broken in one way or another and most of all they feel real. This is the case with Beth and Noah too.
From the very beginning I connected with Beth. I understood her situation although I’ve never been in her position. And that’s the beauty of Jessica’s writing. She takes a concept and brings it to the page in a way that the reader can understand without having to experience it and without being overwhelmed by it.
Beth was a strong, smart woman who only wanted to make something of herself. She worked hard for what she had and always stood her ground. But underneath with that strength of character was a vulnerable young woman who never had the chance to live her life for herself. I admired the hell out of her and cheered her on as if I knew her personally.
And Noah? Well, what’s not to love. Not only was he a handsome, sexy guy he was also a wounded soul with a caring heart. I felt for him and his struggles easily because the author made sure I could understand his pain. Seeing him grow and come into himself as the story progressed was a treat to read and I loved it all!
Needless to say that Beth and Noah had great chemistry but I will mention it anyway–yeah it was hot! The attraction was immediate and the tension soon followed. Looks, touches.study sessions…I devoured it all!
All in all, an emotionally powerful story with great characters and great writing. Thank you Jessica Scott for another awesome story!
*I received a copy of this title in exchange of my honest opinion.
It doesn’t take me long to figure out who Noah Warren is. He’s a little bit older than the rest of the fresh-faced underclassmen I’ve gotten used to. I’m not even twenty-one, but I feel ancient these days. I was up late last night, worrying about my dad.
I can feel him watching me as I hand out the syllabus and the first lecture notes. My hackles are up – he’s staring and being rude. I don’t tolerate this from the jocks but right then, I’m stuck because Professor Blake has asked me to tutor him. I can’t exactly cuss him out in front of the class.
Which is really frustrating because the rest of the class is focused on Professor Blake, but not our soldier. Oh no, he’s such a stereotype it’s not even funny. Staring. Not even trying to be slick about it like the football player in the front of the classroom who’s trying to catch a glimpse of my tits when I lean down to pass out the papers.
Instead, our soldier just leans back, nonchalant like he owns the place. Like the whole world should bend over and kiss his ass because he’s defending our freedom. Well, I know all about that, and the price is too goddamned high.
And wow, how is that for bitterness and angst on a Monday morning? I need to get my shit together. I haven’t even spoken to him and I’m already tarring and feathering him. Not going to be very productive for our tutoring relationship if I hate him before we even get started.
I take a deep breath and hand him the syllabus and the first lecture worksheet.
I imagine he’s figured out that I’m his tutor.
I turn back and head to my desk in the front as Professor Blake drops her bombshell on the class.
“There will be no computer use in this class. You may use laptops during lab when Beth is instructing because there will be practical applications. But during lecture, you will not use computers. If your phones go off, you can expect to be docked participation points, and those are a significant portion of your grade.”
There is the requisite crying and wailing and gnashing of the teeth. I remember the first time I heard of Professor Blake’s no computer rule. I thought it was draconian and complete bullshit. But then I realized she was right – I learned better by writing things down. Especially the stats stuff.
I look up at Noah. He’s watching the class now. He’s scowling. He looks like he might frown a lot. He looks…harder than the rest of the class. There are angles to his cheeks and shadows beneath his eyes. His dark hair is shorter than most and he damn sure doesn’t have that crazy-ass swoop thing that so many of the guys are doing these days.
Everything about him radiates soldier. I wonder if he knows how intimidating he looks. And why the hell do I care what he thinks?
I’m going to be his tutor, not his shrink.
He shifts and his gaze collides with mine. Something tightens in the vicinity of my belly. It’s not fear. Soldiers don’t scare me, not even ones who look like they were forged in fire like Noah.
No, it’s something else. Something tight and tense and distinctly distracting. I’m not in the mood for my hormones to overwhelm my common sense.
I stomp on the feeling viciously.
I’m staring at him now. I’m deliberately trying to look confident and confrontational. Men like Noah don’t respect weakness. Show a moment’s hesitation and the next thing you know they’ve got your ass pinned in a corner while they’re trying to grab your tits.
He lifts one brow in response. I have no idea how to read that reaction.