Series: Broke and Beautiful, #2
Published by Avon Impulse on April 21st 2015
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When Honey Perribow traded in her cowboy boots for stilettos and left her small Kentucky town to attend Columbia University, she never expected to find a dirt-cheap apartment or two new best friends. No stranger to hard work, Honey is completely focused on her medical degree … until she sees newly minted professor Ben Dawson, and her concentration is hijacked. Honey is fascinated by her gorgeous young English professor and vows to find a crack in his tweed-wearing, glasses-clad exterior.
At an off-campus party, an accident lands Ben in a dark, locked closet with a sexy-sounding Southern belle … and their chemistry is explosive. But when he discovers that the girl in his arms is the same beautiful student he can't stop thinking about, he is stunned. Student-teacher relationships are strictly forbidden … yet no matter how hard he tries, Ben can't stay away from Honey.
And when his attempt to fight their attraction nearly ruins the best thing that ever happened to him, Ben will do anything to prove how much he needs her.
I think Tessa Bailey just brought my dirty, secret fantasy to glorious life with Ben Dawson, only that my own professors weren’t ever that hot all those years ago. (And that she’ll have a stellar career writing handbooks on how to teach men to talk dirty, if she wasn’t already putting that underrated talent to good use in all her books) A five-year age gap isn’t the world’s most unsurmountable one, but it means everything with the forbidden line drawn between students and teachers. And that exactly, is what Tessa Bailey tries to overcome in this book. There are many obligatory mistakes made along the way, mostly by the professor who’s desperately running from the childhood demon poking its pitchfork straight into his shoulder the moment Honey sails into English class with her perfect essays and her golden eyes.
Ben and Honey do that strange but very compelling student-teacher dynamic in Need Me – ok, so it’s probably my fetish speaking. There is some literary flair, at least of the soaring, idealistic kind that peppers NA narratives, but self-reflexive enough to reference the wonders of the literary language, woven so cleverly into the passages expounding Ben’s frame of mind that I couldn’t help but mentally categorise this as a favourite halfway through the book.