If there's any author who can take one of my least favorite tropes (in this case, age gap) and turn it into a story that I will absolutely love, it's R.S. Grey, and she managed to do exactly that with "My Professor." Main characters Emelia Mercier and Jonathan Barclay, who began the story as Emelia's professor but eventually became her boss, had an almost visceral reaction to each other the moment they met, and the chemistry between them practically leapt off the page. I loved the slow build of their relationship as the story progressed.
There was a fair amount of angst to this story, related to Emelia's messy family situation as well as her tumultuous relationship with Jonathan. I really felt for everything she'd been through with the loss of her mother and the strained relationship with her older half-brothers, Emmett and Alexander. Without getting into any spoilers, I hope we haven't seen the last of the Mercier family!
I highly recommend "My Professor" for all contemporary romance fans and look forward to whatever R.S. Grey writes next.
*Review copy provided by the author via InkSlingerPR. All opinions expressed are my own.
About "My Professor"
Young and naïve—those are his exact words.
Professor Barclay views me as a nuisance, a disruption of his otherwise obedient class and perfectly regimented life. His bad impression of me stems from a simple misunderstanding, and when that impression sours from bad to worse, he decides to make an example out of me in front of the entire class. Every other female student in that auditorium looks on, longing to trade places with me, wishing they were the object of his attention. It’s humiliating. I want nothing to do with him or the tension growing between us, but he feels inescapable.
Deep down, I know I have a crush on him. It’s a shameful feeling I refuse to give life to.
Not that it matters—nothing can come from it. Besides our mutual dislike for one another and the fact that he’s my professor, there’s an age gap that should be warning enough.
While we might cross the line once—the dark glance across a dimly lit bar…the metallic sound of the bathroom door locking behind us…his hand slowly sliding up my skirt—I know it’s a boundary I can’t break again.
Now, more than ever, he’s off-limits.
After four years apart, I’m a brand-new hire at his firm. I’ve convinced myself he won’t remember me. I’m safe here in the wolf’s den.
It’s funny, isn’t it? How easily we can delude ourselves if only we want something bad enough.
Nothing has changed.
That same friction roils between us. My gaze still flees from the chill of his glacier blue eyes. At times it seems the only difference is how I respond to his commands.
He’s my new boss, so it’s no longer “Yes, Professor.”
He expects something a little different—
Yes, sir.
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