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Thursday, March 10, 2016

"Spanish Lessons" (Jessica Peterson) ★★★★ with GIVEAWAY!!

Spanish Lessons
Study Abroad #1
By: Jessica Peterson 
Released January 25, 2016



Vivian Bingley has big plans for her semester abroad in Spain…

Along with her BFF Maddie, Vivian hopes to indulge her inner Art History nerd by visiting the best museums in the world.  She also wants to tackle more practical concerns—like a less than stellar GPA in her major, Economics—with the help of a Spanish tutor.

But falling for her studly Spanish tutor definitely isn’t one of them.

Madrileño Rafa Montoya is the stuff study abroad dreams are made of: super studly and super smart.  He also happens to be super into Vivian.  With his wicked dancing skills and his passion for the arts, he tempts her to throw caution to the wind and live out her wildest dreams.

Only problem?  Maddie wants Rafa, too, and Vivian promised herself she’d never settle for second best again…not after a hookup-gone-awry last semester left her heartbroken.  Is it best for Vivian to protect her heart at all costs?  Or is letting Rafa in worth the risk?


SPANISH LESSONS (Study Abroad #1)
Copyright 2016 by Jessica Peterson

            Herds of scantily-dressed people, heels clomping against the cobblestones, filter past us.  They laugh and smoke, and a few couples even put on a show, fondling each other like they mean it.  I look up; the sky has faded to grey, just light enough to make out wisps of cloud scudding overhead.
            Rafa checks his watch.  His skin glows in the soft light.
            “It’s almost six.”  He rises, brushing off his jeans.  “We should get going if we want to catch the first Metro.”
            I can’t remember the last time I witnessed 6 a.m. on this Earth.  Back on campus, a late night usually meant 2 or 3 a.m.; we’d always try to schedule our classes so we didn’t have to wake up before nine.  Six was no man’s land.
            I feel badass, frankly, for making it out so late.  Everyone else left hours ago.
            And still it feels too early for the night to end.
            Rafa reaches down and offers me his hand.  I take it.  He pulls me up beside him, my leg bumping against his.  For a minute our eyes meet.  I will never get used to how beautifully blue his are.  They are the K.O. punch, every time.
            I want to kiss him, badly.  My heartbeat thrums through my body.  Do I take a chance?  Or do I let the night end on this heady, anticipatory, safe note?  I already count tonight among my most favorite nights ever.  Why risk a kiss that could ruin the memory of the wonderful hours I spent in Rafa’s company?
            It’s a classic case of damned if you do, damned if you don’t.  I’ll regret not kissing Rafa.  But there’s a chance—a very good chance—that if I kiss him, I’ll regret that more.  Maybe he never wanted to kiss me in the first place; maybe he pulls away, tries to be nice in a horrifically awkward way.
            Maybe the kiss is so wonderful I’ll start falling for him on the spot.  Rafa looks like he would be a lethal kisser, thorough and patient and intense, all at once.
            But Lord knows I need to fall for another unattainable guy like I need a hole in my head.  I’ve done the sorta-kinda-relationship hookup thing, and I ended up with a broken heart.  I’m terrified of getting hurt like that again.  If I’m going to get involved with someone, it’s gotta be real, and it’s gotta have forever potential.
            Rafa, with his handsome smile and panty-dropper charm, doesn’t seem like the forever type.
            He offers me a quirk of his lips.  He hasn’t let go of my hand.  In fact, his fingers, thick and calloused, slide between mine, locking my palm in place against his.  He’s still looking at me, his eyes and his face soft. 
            Kiss him.
            “So,” he says.  We start to walk, hand in hand, down the street.  “What did you think of your first night in Madrid?  Was I a decent guide?”
            I blink.  I swallow.  I can’t concentrate on anything but our hands swinging between us.  His touch is gentle and sweet.  Around us the air has finally cooled; my skirt ripples in a slight breeze.
            I wish I could capture this moment and squeeze it into a bottle, uncorking it whenever I want to feel the way I feel right now.
            Kiss him.

"Spanish Lessons" by Jessica Peterson.  What an endearing story!  I really liked the characters, the scenery and the storyline.  Vivian, a student studying abroad, meets Rafa.  I adored Rafa -he's is patient and kind and such a sexy sweetie. While I liked Vivian, at times she did annoy me a bit.  However, her annoying tendencies were due to being a good and caring person and not wanting to hurt anyone.  Ms. Peterson has written a tale that flows smoothly and is enjoyable and easy to read.  Throughout, I found myself smiling and dreaming I was the one in Spain, living Vivian's story.  If you enjoy a story that has love and romance, adventure in a foreign country, and characters that are believable, then look no further - don't miss "Spanish Lessons".    (Received copy for honest review)



Jessica Peterson began reading romance to escape the decidedly unromantic awkwardness of her teenage years. Having found solace in the likes of Mr. Darcy, Jamie Fraser (OMG love the gingers!), and Edward Cullen, it wasn’t long before she began creating tall, dark and handsome heroes of her own. 
She lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband, Mr. Peterson, and her smelly Goldendoodle Martha Bean.



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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting and reviewing SPANISH LESSONS today!

    Crystal, Tasty Book Tours