Release Blitz + Review: "Forbidden French" by R.S. Grey

I'm excited to take part in the release blitz celebrating "Forbidden French" by R.S. Grey. It's a follow up to "My Professor" featuring Emelia's older half-brother Emmett, but reads as a standalone.

 

There was more angst to Lainey and Emmett's story than I usually expect when picking up a book by R.S. Grey, but it was still beautifully written and compulsively readable. Their lives had been planned out for them basically since birth, and they both struggled to break out of the roles their families had created for them to find love and acceptance for who they were, as well as to make their own choices about how to live their lives. While their path to happiness was far from straightforward, I couldn't help but empathize with both Emmett and Lainey and root for them the whole way.

 

Overall, I loved "Forbidden French" and highly recommend it for all contemporary romance fans. I look forward to whatever R.S. Grey writes next.

 

*Review copy provided by the author via InkSlingerPR.  All opinions expressed are my own.

 

About "Forbidden French"

Once upon a time, Emmett Mercier was the golden boy of St. John’s Boarding School. The crown prince of his father’s vast business empire, unapologetically attractive…oh, and fluent in French.

At school, I kept a picture of him hidden beneath my pillow, a tiny token of my adolescent infatuation, but I might as well have been worshiping a distant demigod. He was hardly aware of my existence. I was far too young, and he was far too consequential—until one day we found ourselves alone together in the dark library and struck up a friendship…of sorts.

But in the years since leaving St. John’s, I’ve no longer bothered yearning for Emmett. What a useless dream. I would have gone crazy trying to keep up with his jet-setting life. Which Parisian hotel is he calling home now? Is there some new lithe model draping herself across his lap today?

My negligence comes back to bite me. I’m ill-prepared the day he strides into my art gallery. There’s only a mere trace of the boy I once knew. Self-assured, handsome, intoxicating—Emmett is more man than I can handle.

There’s no room for him in my gilded cage. My life is planned to a T. From where I go to how I dress, it all depends on the calculated whims of my grandmother. Soon, I’ll even dutifully walk down the aisle toward a man of her choosing.

Emmett can’t stand my obedience. Now that we’ve rekindled our friendship, he’s intent on unearthing my heart’s true motives.

And therein lies the problem: I was doing just fine without him, but now that he’s rattling the bars of my cage, I’m forced to acknowledge the truth.

Once upon a time, Emmett Mercier was all I wanted. The midnight wanderings, the whispered nothings, the unbearable longing—they etched indelible marks on my soul. Even now, after all these years, my heart is only fluent in one language.
Forbidden French.