Published by Independently Published
Publication Date: Apri 7th, 2014
Genres: Erotica, New Adult
Also by this author: Blind Obsession, Try, Take
I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Tick, tick, tock.
That’s all I have now.
A small room, a photograph, and time.
They want me to trust them and confess my sins.
They told me they wouldn't judge me—they lied.
I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime.
We were wrong.
Time doesn't stand still.
The clock keeps ticking, the world is unconvinced, and now…
Now he is gone.
While student/teacher romances are always anticipated, the reality is that few hit the mark. Many are either too risque or too safe. Either they leave you wanting less or begging for more. Rarely do so few blur the lines between predator and prey.
Addison Lancaster could practically be the girl next door. Beautiful, smart, from a good family, and involved on her track team, Addison could be your average 18 year old senior. But appearances are deceiving. Addison is predator. When she meets her sexy history teacher Grayson McKendrick, she pulls out all the stops to get his attention. Perusing him restlessly, Addison is bold, shameless and completely unapologetic.
“I looked at her- she looked at me.
My ending, staring right at me from the very beginning.”
Grayson McKendrick is Addison’s prey. Despite all insistence on keeping a distance from this teenage siren, Addison finds a way to further implant herself underneath his skin. The temptation, risk and verbal foreplay between Grayson and Addison comes to roar and a forbidden romance between teacher and student, predator and prey, comes to fruition with the ability to destroy them both.
But the charged moments and attraction between them is just one layer of this story. Told in duel POV while switching between past and present, Veiled Innocence is a psychologically seductive story that examines the darkest corners of Addison and Grayson’s souls and the personal tragedies that managed to intertwine them along the way.
“I told you. When you look at me, you see more.” I cradled his face in my hands and let my eyes roam over him. “And when I look at you, I see for the first time the possibility of everything.”
Veiled Innocence is captivating, calculating and sensual proving yet again, Ella Frank has set the standard for forbidden and taboo romance.
I’d waited until he got out of the truck before approaching. I didn’t want his escape to be as easy as driving away. Standing in the small stone alcove of the gate, I knew it would be best to wait until he stepped away from the lit area. That way, any cars driving by wouldn’t be able to see us.
I wanted no excuses, no reason for him to worry, but I could see my silence had caused just as much concern as my presence would have. He turned to me, and I finally took a moment to really look at him the way I wanted to.
His hair was still pulled back but several pieces had now escaped and been pushed behind his ears. The darker stubble lining his square jaw made my fingers tingle with the need to touch.
“Oh, thank God,” he whispered, sounding relieved.
I thought he would move away from me once he knew I was safe. Instead, he reached out and squeezed my shoulder.
“I thought something had happened to you.”
I don’t think he realized that he was slowly massaging me.
“Jesus, don’t do that again. Okay?”
Taking another step closer, I agreed quietly. “Okay.”
He licked his lips and removed his hands, and I saw in his eyes the minute he decided it was time for some distance.
“What are you doing out here?” he asked. His casual black sports jacket shifted with the breeze, and all of a sudden I couldn’t remember why I was there. All I knew was that I wanted to touch him.
His voice had the ability to make all of the noise inside my head cease.
Blinking up at him, I finally answered, “Yes?”
“What are you doing out here?”
Moving in so my jacket brushed the front of his, I finally reached to touch him, but he grabbed my wrist, holding it away.
“No,” he told me, and his voice was so stern I probably should have heeded the warning…but I didn’t.
His head bent down, and when his face was a hairsbreadth from my own, he repeated, “No. Tell me why you’re here.”
His breath was warm as it ghosted over my lips, and I couldn’t help but part my own, hoping by some miracle I could taste him on my tongue.
“Why are you here? That’s a better question, don’t you think?”
“I know better than this.”
I reached up needing to touch him, but he took that hand too, holding them both prisoner. Being held in place with nowhere to go elicited a hunger in me that I didn’t yet understand. “Know better than what?”
“Than to be here.”
“Then go,” I offered.
That was all it took. He spun me around, backed me up against the truck, and had my arms pinned by my head so fast I lost my breath. Leaning in beside me until his mouth was by my ear, he rasped in an unsteady voice, “I can’t.”
I turned my head to face him and saw all of his turmoil, and finally, the full impact of his desire. “Then don’t.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Life is full of ironies, because with him, I’d never felt more alive.