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She’s Penna Carstairs. The Renegade they call Rebel. FMX-treme Magazine’s sexiest female athlete of the year. There’s no rule in extreme sports she hasn’t broken, No gender barrier she hasn’t demolished. She’s the woman I met in a bar in Vegas. The woman I illegally BASE jumped for. The woman I spent one insane, incredible night with. But now I’m screwed. Or rather…not screwed. Because the woman I can’t get out of my head is the one woman I can never touch again. I’m Dr. Cruz Delgado—the youngest professor on this campus, And Penelope Carstairs just walked into my class.
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Penna and Cruz are student and teacher, and Cruz is a last minute replacement for the history teached on board the Renegades ship. And, this was interesting as they had not only met previously but were involved in an illegal base jump together, so they know there is an attraction and a connection.
The forbidden was mostly compelling, but then the book took a bit of a turn and it went into another reason that they were not able to be together. And, I felt a little overwhelmed by the title at this point, like maybe there was too much going on, and that the forbidden student and teacher romance was enough without the additional tension.
The book, at least for me, was a little too long and I thought there were areas where too much time was spent in each area, with the development of the story. I thought this pulled you out of the central Penna and Cruz story, and I thought it cost some of the momentum of the story. A lot of this was time spent with other Renegades characters. Admittedly, this is my first book in the series, so I did not have the connection to these secondary characters that I would have if I had read all of the books, and this might be a factor.
I did enjoy it overall, and I do recommend this title.
“Oh God, don’t do that.” “Do what?” “That.” He pointed toward my mouth. “Everything I told you in Vegas is still true. You’re still gorgeous, still sexy as hell, still everything that draws me in like a damned magnet, but you’re also everything I can’t have. Don’t you get that? When you pull shit like that on the dance floor, you successfully drive me batshit crazy, watching you in some guy’s arms.” A small laugh escaped him. “Like that kid has any idea what to do with you if he actually managed to catch you.” “And you do?” His eyes darkened. “Don’t challenge me like that.” The tension stretched between us for a quiet moment until I broke the silence. “I didn’t kiss him.” “I’m well aware, because if you had, I’m not sure if I could have let him walk out of here, and that’s dangerous, Penelope. You are dangerous to me.” “I’m sorry,” I said truthfully. “Logically, I know nothing can happen between us. I get it. But I see you, and all I can think about is the way you kissed me in Vegas. The way you touched me. I can’t just erase those memories, Cruz. Like I said, somehow you make me do stupid things.” “You? I make you do stupid things?” he nearly yelled, and I was thankful for the loud, driving beat of the music beyond the office doors. “Woman, I got into a strange car for you. Illegally BASE jumped off a Ferris wheel to stay close to you. Went to jail for you, and I make you do stupid things?” He stalked forward, his movements smooth like a predator, and a low hum filled my stomach, growing stronger with every step he took. “I let you stay in my class. Stupid. I look for every reason to run into you, while simultaneously praying you’ll stay far away because I need this job. Stupid. I take one look at you in that fucking dress, and I’m so hard I’m afraid I can’t hide it in a room full of students. Stupid. I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste, the way you open up under me, the way your nails left little half-moons in my shoulders when I found how wet you were for me.” If he got his hands anywhere near me, he’d find out I was just as wet now. God, his words were the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced. Next to his abs. Or his arms. Or his mouth. Crap, the man was one giant sex package begging to be unwrapped. “Cruz,” I whispered as he cupped my face with one hand, his thumb rubbing over my lower lip, while he caged me against the desk with the other. My tongue licked across the tip of his finger, unable to help myself. “God, Penelope. You could cost me everything, and yet I’m still in here with you. And this might be the worst choice of all.” His mouth met mine in a kiss that sent my senses reeling. His tongue swept in, claiming every curve he might have missed last time, until it felt like my mouth belonged to him.
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I’m Paxton Wilder. Motocross phenom & adrenaline junkie. I have more tattoos than scars. And I’ve never seen a stunt I couldn’t pull off— Or a girl I can’t get off. Until she walks in. My new tutor is sexy, smart, more stubborn than I am, and one hundred percent off limits. That’s right—the only rule this semester is Don’t Touch the Tutor. For the first time in my life, I want someone I can’t have. She’s the girl who obeys every rule. I’m the guy who breaks them. Our biggest risk is falling for each other, But I live for risk…
The only heart he wants is the one he already broke…
He’s Landon Rhodes.
The Renegade they call Nova.
Sinfully gorgeous, broody, tatted-up, professional snowboarder.
Four-time X Games medalist—
They say a girl broke him once—
That’s why he’s so reckless, so driven, so careless with his conquests.
But I’m that girl.
They can call me his curse all they want.
He and I both know the truth—
He’s the one who destroyed me,
And I’m not the sucker who will let that happen again.
About REBECCA YARROS
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory, Renegades, and Legacy series. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for fifteen years.
When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a tortoise who might be faster than the bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.
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