Oh, the taboo. You know how much I love me a good taboo read. Naturally, this book really appealed to that “dirty little secret” part of me. Mia Storm delivered a whirlwind of a story, and I’m glad I got to read it.
This story had both good and bad aspects for me. While for me, the characters didn’t connect perfectly for me, I found them to be interesting and complex, especially for their young age. I really wanted to know Caiden a little better, though. I do like that Blaire wasn’t some weak young girl who was infatuated with her teacher, but she was a smart, strong young woman who goes after what she wants, in all aspects of her life.
The chemistry between these two was something else. Love, lust, and longing all balled up in this intense connection. I did enjoy the back-and-forth, trying to fight things until they just couldn’t anymore. However, as funny as it sounds, the best part of this book for me was how Mia Storm showed that there are serious consequences to this kind of relationship. It brought a sense of reality to a story that can often seem like a daydream.
Getting Dirty was an enjoyable read, with several aspects that made it stand apart in the realm of teacher/student romances. We’ll be getting another story in the series, featuring Blair’s brother, and I can’t wait to check it out!!
“What year are you?” I don’t even realize I’ve said it until it’s out of my mouth.
Her eyes flick from the book to mine. “A senior.”
I feel my eyebrows arch before I can stop them. “You look younger.”
She bites her lips between her teeth for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”
“Neither, I suppose.” But my insides burn, knowing that she’s not as off-limits as I originally thought. It’s nearing the end of January. Commencement will be here soon enough. She graduates and all bets are off.
“So…” she says, twisting a finger into the ends of her hair. “I know you like old, dead poets. How do you feel about hearing something fresher?”
I lean toward her. “Such as?”
“I’m reading in a poetry slam tonight. It’s just something over at Tino’s in Jonestown on the fourth Friday of every month. There’s no prize money or anything, but I perform something new pretty much every month.”
“A poetry slam…” I want to say yes in the worst way, but it feels dangerously like a date.
She must read the hesitation in my eyes. “If it’s too weird, no worries. I just thought, since you like poetry…”
She leaves the thought dangling. Like a noose. And I jump right into it. “Yeah. Why not?”
The answer to that rhetorical question is that it’s not May yet and she hasn’t graduated. I’m risking everything I’ve worked the last three years toward. My entire future. But the voice of reason is being drowned out by the raging waves of something rolling up from the deepest layers of my being like an undertow. Something base and essential. And unrelenting.
“Do you want to meet me there?” she asks, standing from her seat and giving me a better view of the entire exquisite length of her.
“Yeah…that’s probably best.” Plausible deniability. No, Dr. Duncan, I didn’t have any clue she’d be there. Just went to hear the poetry.
“Great,” she says as she gathers her book and shoves it in her bag. “It starts at nine. There are usually five or six poets and it’s a random draw, so I don’t know what time I’ll be reading.”
I nod without standing, no longer able to tame my erection. “I’ll be there at nine.”
“You know where Tino’s is?”
Electricity crackles under my skin. I’m really doing this. “Yeah. I’ll find it.”
Meet Mia Storm
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor.