What starts as a sexy encounter between two masked thus anonymous persons will soon turn into a beautiful love story.
I loved the lyrical feeling this book had. The writing style is, in my opinion, what makes it so good.
I enjoy and seek books that make you question yourself, when you have to stop to really think about what the character just said… Well it happened in this book.
Ben is a nihilist, a philosophy professor who lived by his believes until he met our heroine. Nothing matters. Until her.
Naomi is majoring in ….PHILOSOPHY and after discovering who’s her anonymous lover, falls rapidly in lust/love with her teacher.
The sentiment is returned, and it makes it very complicated. Some people start to notice their attraction and it goes without saying that a relationship between a student and a professor in Yale is frowned upon. They are watched and must be careful.
Between sweet and torrid moments, heartbreaking forced time separated, their precarious relationship will become stronger and so intense.
I won’t say this is a “taboo” story as such, it is a beautiful story about believes, irrefutable attraction, trust and how love can overcome anything.
I’m giving it 4 stars because I know Nicola is writing Lucy’s story ( and I freaking loved Lucy!) and seeing how good her first book was, I’m betting the second will be amazing!
Everybody’s eyes still off of me, I grab the second puff and jam it in my mouth.
“Just wanted to say a few words to welcome our new Master,” Osgood says. Compulsory pause. Hand to God, he must practice this stuff in front of a mirror. “So I present to you all, with greatest delight and excitement, Professor Benjamin Beck.”
I pay no attention. I turn away so nobody sees me chewing while I pretend to gather up napkins from the coffee table. That’s when I hear a voice, his voice, that voice, saying, “Please, Dean, call me Ben.”
I freeze. Slowly, with little shuffles of my Danskos, I turn around and stop chewing.
It’s Ben. He’s in a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches.
It’s Ben. Ben is the Master.
I fucked the Master.
No, the Master fucked me.
Oh shit. Oh shit!
Except I can’t. I can’t take my eyes off him. And there’s nowhere to go. My mouth is full of artichoke cream, I’m in the crush of bodies, pinned next to the curve of the grand piano. I’m stuck, staring. At Ben.
Just the sight of him makes my whole body tighten, and I can literally feel myself getting wet. Let me feel you, beautiful. Let me feel it.
Osgood raises his glass and says, “Join me in our traditional Durham toast…”
At that moment, Ben’s eyes fall right on me.
His face says, Holy shit.
I clutch my cocktail tray. Oh God. What have we done?
All the fellows echo back, “Welcome, Master Beck!”
Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.
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