THE FALL OF TROY (The Odyssey Duet #1) by Dr. Rebecca Sharp
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Love is angry. Love is blind. Love is envious and loathful.
And I loathed Léo Baudin. My new art professor. My enemy.</iI didn’t move to Rhode Island for this. I came to forget the Troian Milanovic I’d left behind and start fresh where the damage and betrayal couldn’t follow.
But Professor Baudin wouldn’t let me.
Cold. Caustic. Captivating. He didn’t just push my buttons… He lit them all up with the indifferent smirk of an aristocratic French asshole. But how much I loathed him only made my need for him stronger. To have him would be either victory or loss. There would be no compromise.
To have him would be war.
So I fought back. But I was Troy. And he was the wooden horse, full of dangerous secrets I never saw coming.
I was the one who invited him inside my walls, celebrating without seeing through his disguise.
And under the cover of darkness, he laid siege to my body, my mind, and finally, my heart.
The first may be a myth, but this time the history books would show that if Troy fell, it was with her all.
Their own Trojan War
The Trojan War was fought over a woman. The Fall of Troy begins with the destruction of a woman and ends in a different kind of destruction. Beginning with a betrayal she never saw coming and ending with a loss so great...
The Fall of Troy isn't the ending though. It ends as an intermission so to speak before the next act. I'm dying for the continuation of this epic tale. My thoughts, feelings, and desires reside with Troy's. It's easy to get swept up in the emotions in this book. The pain and sadness ooze from the pages. The gorgeously haunting poetry adds a shocking depth to the despair. A focal point for pain and longing.
I also have to admit that being an accent whore makes it so much harder to fight my own personal attraction to Léo. I, as a young impressionable girl, took French for years in the hope of meeting a gorgeous Frenchman who would fall in love with me and be unable to live without me. Clearly, my priorities changed but I had the time of my life translating Léo's thoughts and words. Often getting excited when I got it right or was able to piece it together before the translation. (Its the little things in life!)
All this is to distract myself from the knowledge that now we wait. We wait for answers. We wait for the pain. We wait for the consequences. We wait for the fight of their lives...hopefully.
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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There are alot of student-teacher romances but this book is a standout in this genre. This was a story that once I started reading I couldn't put it down.
Leo and Troy were so wrong for each other but the pull they feel to each other cannot be denied. Both of them are reeling from events in their pasts. A forbidden love of epic proportions. A man who is closed off and bitter. A young woman struggling to make sense of a betrayal drawn together by an invisible force. This is anger, this is pain, this is hate, this is passion. Two people who can't be together but they make sense.
This is my favourite book by this author and in my opinion her best to date. Her writing is like poetry its descriptive beauty pulls you in. The ending hurts my romantic heart, my need for book two is high -- hopefully it will be out soon.
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“Who told you?” I demanded, my lip quivering as the last of my tears tumbled down my cheek. “Who told you about my dad?”
His smirk was hard and fast.Careless. Like a hit and run, it left me shaking. My nipples poked against the fabric of my t-shirt, the stupid flower one I had on the other week. My hips pressed back against the door, a reflex so that they didn’t press against him. My thighs locked together, trying to stop his words from tapping more moisture from between them.
“No one had to tell me,” he ground out, staring intently at my lips that interrogated him. “It’s written all over your face that you’re searching for someone to fill Daddy’s shoes. Poor little girl searching for someone to give her attention and tell her that she’s pretty and perfect and smart.” Each word was spat out like it was a curse, one that made my stomach boil.
I hated him.
I hated him with every molecule of oxygen in every breath I took and every beat of my heart.
I hated him with the burning of a thousand suns.
“And what about you?” I shot back. “Aren’t you just searching for a quick screw to try and make you forget how miserable you are?”
“That person is not me, petite,” he ended flatly, barely managing to pull the mask over the enraged lust in his eyes. “Now, this is the last time I will repeat myself and save you. Do not find yourself in a locked room with a strange man again.”
About the Author:
Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband - the love of her life.
She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she's always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.
After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.
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