Author: Ella Frank
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: March 22, 2016
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
5 "Professor & Finn" STARS
This was one stunning recipe for a delicious story! I really loved Ella’s storytelling and this was the perfect mix of passion, friendship and love. And the feels!!
Here's what you have to look forward to:
1 handsome, sophisticated professor
1 sexy, smart student
10 year age difference
7 years apart – one pushed away, angry and hurt; the other’s action selfless but flawed
“You gave me the best and worst gift you ever could’ve given me. It was both selfish and completely unselfish at the same time.”
1 short commanding note changes everything
1 heated, raw and dominant reunion
“Who have I always belonged to? Who should I always be with?”
“Me, Finn. You’re mine and I’m yours. Always.”
A dash of angst
Mix all these ingredients together and a tale is told in both past and present of the forbidden attraction, lust, heartbreak and love between professor Hayes and Finn. The inevitable reunion of Finn and Brantley would either be their ruin or their nirvana.
Serve scorching hot that it’ll burn your tongue, sizzle your insides and have your heart racing.
And for a digestif, Ella weaves one tantalizing tidbit about Brantley's friend, Jordan, and Finn's friend, Derek, throughout this story that left me very curious...
**ARC generously provided by author in exchange for an honest review.**
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Holy Moses WHAT A BOOK !! If Ella Frank wasn’t in my fav author list she would be by now ! I think she is the best when it comes to writes sexually charged scenes with a hint of emotions that will rip your heart out.
Her Temptation series was my first M/M and just so I’m clear Finley is a total stand alone. Yes Logan & Tate made an appearance here and yes you would understand their interaction better but there’s nothing that prevent you from reading Finley first and then get back to Logan &Tate ! Suzanne, my co-partner for our blog is going to do it.
“Tell me this is real,” he whispered. As fingers stroked through his hair and tipped his head up, Daniel looked up at him with glistening eyes and promised, “It’s real.”
Daniel Finley, successful attorney living in Chicago for the last 7 years never expected to receive a note that summon him to get back home. He would never thought that the only man he could never forget would want to see him again, espcially because this guy was the one who pushed him away.
Brantley Hayes, professor in his late thirties needs to know if the man he considers as the love of his life is still there somewhere or if he had moved on.
Second chance romance has not never been so painful. After 7 years, Finley has built a wall not only around his heart but also around himself. He’s cold, demanding, controlling and as distant as the man he once was. Brantley never could have imagined what he thought could be an opportunity for Finley would turn the man he loved into the man he has in front of him.
“I couldn’t move on,” Daniel stressed. “You made sure of that. No matter what I did or who I did it with, you were always there. I always remembered. There wasn’t one single thing I ever forgot.”
Years of hurt are hard to let go but Finley need to decide if the anger he feels has to taint the time he allows himself to spend with his ex-professor or if it’s best to enjoy every minute of their time they had left.
Finley was both a very strong emotional book for me. I think it’s the first time I cried so much while reading an M/M book. My heart was shred with what Finley was feeling but also because it was visible these two were meant to be together. The tension when they are in the same room is electric and burning.
I loved the fact the book was mainly about them and their relation alone, no added drama, no last minute surprise, just them figuring who they are now and discovering each other again.
And boy the discovering again was HOT ! As in all good M/M the steam is at his TOP level ! Your poor ovaries might not survived.
“No. I’m here because you told me to come home. But we both know I won’t truly be home until I’m back between your sheets, Professor.”
Thank you Mrs Ella Frank for yet another winner ! I’m now very curious about Derek and Posh Spice… I mean Jordan, even if drama queen is not really my style, I’m sure you have all the good ingredient in your sleeve to make me change my book about that one ;)
~ ARC provided in exchange of an honest review ~
Finley by Ella Frank
Copyright © 2016 Ella Frank
BRANTLEY KEPT A discreet eye on the final student to leave for the morning as Mr. Finley strode down the stairs to the front of the classroom. They were three weeks into the semester and he was ashamed to admit that, with every day that passed, his fascination with the young man grew. At first, he’d tried to convince himself that it was purely academic. The kid was smart. He’d aced all the weekly quizzes, and Brantley was more than aware of the way he watched him lecture with keen, intelligent eyes that never strayed from him. Oh, he was fascinated, all right, but he made sure to tell himself at the end of every class that it had nothing to do with the mischievous grin Daniel would flash at his friends or the easygoing laugh that would bubble up out of him at any given moment. But he knew he was lying. Daniel was quite possibly the happiest person he’d ever met, and his joy of life lit up the room and everyone in it. Including him. When Daniel stopped in front of him and dropped his paper on the desk, Brantley acknowledged him with a glance before returning his gaze back to the notes he was going over. “Any big plans this weekend, Professor?” The question had been so unexpected that he didn’t think to catch himself before he replied, “Nothing too big. Just going out with some friends. You?” Daniel smiled at him as he shoved his arms through the loops of his backpack, and Brantley couldn’t help but look at his shirt as it stretched across his broad chest. “I’m going to hit the beach. Such great waves right now.” “Ahh, you like to surf. That explains it.” When the side of Daniel’s mouth crooked up, the effect was charming as hell. The kid was a knockout. “Explains what?” Annoyed that he’d made such a stupid slipup, he looked back at the papers in front of him, hoping Daniel would get the message and leave. No such luck. “Explains what?” he asked again. Brantley sighed and rested his arms on the desk as he studied Daniel’s inviting face. “It explains your hair.” “My—oh,” he said, touching the ends of it. “Do you like it?” Stunned by the direct question, he sat back in his chair and fought the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Do I like your hair?” “Yeah.” “Does it matter?” Jesus, fuck. Stop it. Stop flirting with him. But it was too late. Daniel put his hands on the desk and leaned forward, Brantley toed the ground, shoving his chair back. “It could…” “No. No, it couldn’t,” he said as he got to his feet, shaking his head. Daniel straightened and tucked his thumbs into the straps of his backpack, no doubt to taunt him. His eyes were too knowing for someone his age, and when they held his longer than was acceptable, Brantley’s heart skipped a couple of beats. “Was there something else, Mr. Finley?” “You said you were going out with friends this weekend…” Shit, did I? “Yes, that’s right.” As Daniel ran his thumb down the left strap of his bag, he admonished himself for noticing every little move he made. He needed to get a fucking hold of himself. “Are any of them more than a friend?” If he hadn’t been watching Daniel quite so closely, he wouldn’t have believed the words that had just come out of his mouth. But he had been. So he did. “I don’t believe that’s any of your business. You better hurry or you’ll miss your next class.” Satisfied that he’d firmly dismissed Daniel, he sat down and made a show of focusing on the books lining his desk and didn’t dare look and see if he had left this time or not. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he was still standing there. He reached up to adjust his tie, which suddenly felt a little too tight around his neck, and with each passing second that he was consciously not checking to see if he was alone, he swore that it was getting tighter. “Professor Hayes?” His head snapped up at his name, and when Daniel had his attention, he continued. “Are you gay?” Brantley’s eyes widened, and he wondered how his mouth hadn’t fallen open at the blunt question. Instead, he went with, “Excuse me?” “I asked if you were—” “I heard what you said. But I don’t see how that is any business of yours, either. You should think before you speak, Mr. Finley. I’m your teacher, and it’s time for you to leave. This conversation is over.” He flipped open one of the books on his desk and shook his head. He couldn’t believe the audacity of the kid—or the fact that he was so damn forthright. As he sat there, grinding his teeth in an effort not to look at his student—who was still standing in front of his desk—a bead of sweat ran down his collar and he cursed the fact that his nerves were getting the better of him. “I only asked because, well, I am too. And I thought it would be nice to have someone to talk to.” Well, hell. He couldn’t fault him for that. The only problem was…talking wasn’t what sprang to mind when he was around Daniel Finley. He clasped his hands on the desk and stared into the anxious face peering down at him. Daniel was worrying his lower lip with his teeth, and he suddenly looked very much the young man he was. “Are you?” he asked again, and there was no way he could deny that hesitant curiosity. “Yes, Daniel. I am.” As his words drifted between them, Daniel’s mouth slipped into a smile. “Oh.” Brantley laughed at that. He wasn’t sure what Daniel was thinking right then. He’d thought for sure with the way he’d been looking at him earlier that, if he’d admitted this, he would be fending off—or at least putting up a good show of fending off—an unwanted pass. But, instead, Daniel appeared thoughtful. “Does that bother you?” Daniel adamantly shook his head. “No.” “Are you sure?” he pressed, and the look that entered Daniel’s eyes then was so hot that he thought he may overheat. “Yes. I'm very sure.” Oh, fuck. Okay. Where the hell did the nervous guy disappear to? One minute, Daniel was endearingly awkward, and the next, he was looking at him like he wanted to strip him out of his clothes and—“Stop right there,” he said, and he wasn’t sure if he was telling himself that or the contradiction eyeing him with newfound knowledge. “Whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it.” “Why?” Yep, he was fucked. That wasn’t a word he generally used, but in this case, he was well and truly fucked. He should’ve just stuck to the run-along-now speech. “Because I'm your teacher.” “This isn’t high school. I’m an adult.” He sighed. “That may be true. But I’m your professor and this conversation is inappropriate.” “How? I just asked if you were gay and you said yes. I don't see what the problem is.” When Daniel aimed a mischievous grin at him, Brantley knew he was very aware of what the problem was. “Out,” he said, pointing to the door. “Time to leave, Mr. Finley.” This time, he made sure to watch Daniel so he knew he was actually leaving. He walked to the door, but at the last minute, he turned around to look back at him. Not willing to back down and show weakness, Brantley kept his eyes on his student as Daniel ran his tongue along his lower lip. “You should call me Finn. Everyone else does.” Christ. The kid was going to drive him to an early grave, but damn if he didn’t laugh at his audacity. “Out,” he said again, and this time Daniel pushed out the door and disappeared into the hall.
Ella Frank is the author of the #1 Bestselling Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, A Desperate Man. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!” A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.
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