Title: The Librarian Principle Author: Helena Hunting
Publication Date: December 21 2014
Plot: Annaliese Harper knows that one tiny mistake can jeopardize a career before it’s even begun. Letting your boss find the extensive collection of porn on your personal laptop is one way. Sleeping with him is another. Liese manages to do both.
As the new librarian at a prestigious small-town private high school, Liese is drawn to her sexy, charismatic principal, Ryder Whitehall—an attraction she refuses to acknowledge given their relationship and her recent liberation from a delusional ex-boyfriend.
Liese is certain Ryder’s flirtation is the product of her sex-deprived imagination—until he discovers her digital porn stash during working hours and demands a private meeting. Behind closed doors, their attraction explodes into a dangerous, passionate affair that not only threatens their jobs and reputations, but most of all, their hearts.
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆I received an ARC via the book's publicist in exchange for an honest review. Thank you!!☆
It must be me. While I do love and adore this author for Clipped Wings and was uber excited for a principalXlibrarian taboo romance, it just did not click for me whatsoever.
It could just be my thinking in the minority, but, it just felt unrealistic, forced, and painstakingly slow. I barely made it to the finish line without the DNF sign flashing its red light at me.
I don’t know. Was it the characters? Or was it just the execution that floundered for me? Eh, you can decide for yourselves guys.
On the bright side, it was super steamy and naughty!
Otherwise, I’m out peeps!
It must be me. While I do love and adore this author for Clipped Wings and was uber excited for a principalXlibrarian taboo romance, it just did not click for me whatsoever.
It could just be my thinking in the minority, but, it just felt unrealistic, forced, and painstakingly slow. I barely made it to the finish line without the DNF sign flashing its red light at me.
I don’t know. Was it the characters? Or was it just the execution that floundered for me? Eh, you can decide for yourselves guys.
On the bright side, it was super steamy and naughty!
Otherwise, I’m out peeps!
My Rating:
♥♥
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
“How very naughty of
you,” he slipped his pinkie under the garter and pulled, only to let it snap
back against her thigh. Mouth covering hers, he swallowed her shocked protest.
Ryder's palms smoothed along the inside of her thigh, his fingertips grazing
the edge of her panties. She felt the feather-light brush of his knuckle right
where the ache was deadliest.
Liese whimpered, her
body jerking with the contact, desperate for the feel of his hands on her
without the inconvenient obstruction of clothing.
“Shh.” His lips brushed
over hers, and his thumb slipped beneath the elastic. “We wouldn't want anyone
to think you enjoy your meetings with me. What if people got the wrong idea?
Then I might have to discipline you for your indiscretions.”
“We wouldn't want
that.” Liese bit back a nervous laugh, uncertain whether to take him seriously.
Something told her he meant it when he said he would discipline her, and she
might very well enjoy being on the receiving end.
“Speak for yourself. I
think I'd rather enjoy handing out a punishment where you're concerned.”
Ryder's hand tightened in her hair as his lips traveled along her jaw, drawing
out the sweetest of tortures. He pushed aside her panties, finger sweeping over
the smooth skin.
Liese couldn't help it;
she moaned, parting her legs further in encouragement.
Ryder stopped, both his
fingers and mouth stilled. “What did I just tell you?” His teeth pressed softly
against the juncture of her shoulder and neck, an erotic warning.
“Sorry, sir.” She
draped her arms over his shoulders and fingered the hair at the nape of his
neck—a weak attempt to draw his attention away from her inability to follow
direction and keep quiet.
“I really shouldn't do
this.” His lips parted against her throat, and his tongue swept along her skin.
“Please.” Liese feared
Ryder's conscience would catch up with his actions, and he would remember just
how much trouble being together like this could cause. She chose to bury that
knowledge, along with her better judgment, when she trailed her hands down his
chest to his belt.
“Tell me what you want,”
he said.
Supplication merged
with abject longing, and Ryder's fingers twitched, a reminder of how close they
were to a place she wanted them to go, but shouldn't. Regardless, she didn't
want him to stop.
With shaking hands, she
answered the question with actions: grasping his belt buckle, she unhooked the
clasp.
His breath fanned over
her cheek on a warm sigh. Ryder's fingers moved lower. “You have no idea how difficult
it's been,” he whispered as he kissed his way over her cheek to the corner of
her mouth. At the same time he circled, teased, and then suddenly pushed
inside, his fingers curled, sensation radiating from the center of her body to
consume her in a flash fire of desire.
Liese inhaled a high-pitched
gasp, heedless of Ryder's warning to stay quiet. She couldn't get enough of
him, of his body close to hers, of his fingers moving inside her. He pushed her
closer to a precipice she hadn't been anywhere near in a very long time, at
least not with another person.
She fumbled with the
fly on his pants, wanting to touch him as he touched her. In her haste, the
button popped off and ricocheted off the desk, bouncing onto the floor.
Ryder broke the kiss
and looked to where she held the waistband of his pants together. “These are
expensive pants, and I don't sew,” he told her.
Liese wanted to laugh
at his seriousness juxtaposed with the way he caressed her body. “Would you
like me to sew it back on right now?” She slid her finger beneath the elastic
band at his waist, dipping into his boxers until she grazed something smooth
and hard and pretty damn sizable.
His eyes closed, jaw
tightening and nostrils flaring. On a deep inhale he opened lust-heavy lids to
watch her. “No, I was just stating a fact. I also find it incredibly hot that
you'd be willing to sew it back on immediately.”
“I
was being sarcastic.”
☆✮ Teasers ✮☆
☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s putting her degree in English Lit to good use by writing contemporary erotic romance. She is the author of Clipped Wings, her debut novel, and Inked Armor.
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