Violet Carmichael knew her second year of college would be tough, but nothing could have prepared her for what was about to happen…
Violet’s goal is clear—to finish college and work alongside her father and uncle at their family business—but she has one major problem. The dreaded Professor Torres, head of the Architectural Department at Tulane, has a reputation as one of the toughest teachers on campus. Violet has heard more than once that he can be a downright jerk, but she’s determined to not let him get in her way.
He might be a successful professor, but his personal life is nothing short of a mess…
Diego Torres has the worst track record when it comes to women—which is why when he first lays eyes on his new student, he assumes she’s like all the other superficial Barbie dolls he’s always been attracted to. But it only takes a few encounters for him to realize he couldn’t have been more wrong, and the more time he spends with Violet, the more he desires her in a way no professor should desire a student.
Sometimes it’s impossible to walk away, even when there’s so much at stake…
After desperately trying avoid crossing that thin ethical line, Diego and Violet are no longer able to deny the sexual tension between them and risk everything, falling into an all-consuming, passionate relationship. But when outsiders threaten to destroy it all, Diego has no choice but to make a life-altering decision for himself and the woman he is forbidden to love.
As lines between student and professor begin to blur, the consequences might end up destroying them both…
This being my first book by Evan Grace, I must say, I can’t wait to check out the back-list after this! Forbidden Love can be read as a standalone, but as a new reader, I found a few parts a bit confusing, which was cleared up by reading the synopsis of previous books.
Forbidden Love is slightly taboo, being a student/teacher romance. Violet is sweet and shy. Diego is her sexy professor.
The two characters have an obvious sexual tension that you can feel from their first meet. Evan Grace then twists a tale making you wonder if they can power through it. The supporting cast is placed perfectly and my fingers are crossed they will get stories of their own!
A knock on my office door has me looking up to find Violet standing there. “Come in and please shut the door.” She does and then sits down on the other side of my desk. “Ms. Carmichael, I asked you to come meet me to discuss your design. I’d like you to answer me honestly. Who helped you?” There was no reason to beat around the bush.
“What do you mean, who helped me? No one did.” I see that familiar spark in her eyes. “Do you really think I’d turn in something that I honestly didn’t do by myself?”
“Well, Ms. Carmichael, people will sometimes do anything to make themselves look good.”
Violet pushes herself up until she’s standing and slaps her hands on my desk. “Are you kidding me right now? I did that design all by myself. How dare you accuse me of having someone help me? I’ll show you right now that I did it alone.” She grabs her laptop out of her bag and slaps it on my desk.
I watch in stunned silence as she pulls up a program on her laptop and starts tapping away on her
keyboard. She stops and picks it up, coming around to my side, and I watch as she works with a speed that seriously impresses me. It’s very obvious that I’ve made a mistake here. Violet knows what she’s doing and is confident in her work. Before I can stop myself, I reach out and place my hand on her arm to stop her typing.
“Why’d you stop me?” she asks as I stand up. We’re so close we’re almost touching. This close to her, I can see the gold flecks in her eyes.
“I believe you. I’m sorry I thought you had help. Yours was the best I’ve seen in a long time.” I warm inside when I watch a touch of pink bloom on her cheeks. “You’re extremely gifted.” I feel myself lean toward her and feel her lean toward me. It’s like we’re two magnets, and the pull is intense. I’ve never in my life felt this kind of pull toward someone. If I’m being honest, it freaks me out just a little. Right now I’d give my left nut to be able to mark her, to taste her.
My office phone ringing breaks the spell, and we both lean back. Violet doesn’t say a word—she just stares at me with those hypnotic eyes of hers. The phone stops ringing, but I don’t care.
She finally speaks. “Um…th-thank you for believing me. I should probably go.”
A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.