Author: Ava Harrison
Genre: Contemporary Romance
(Forbidden Love Story)
Release Date: November 10, 2016
The nightmares find me.
They steal my breath, slowly suffocating me.
I want it to stop.
He’s supposed to help me.
Instead, he evokes something forbidden.
I know I should run.
But I can’t.
I’ve made my choice.
I want him.
There's only one problem...
He's my therapist.
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After reading Harrison’s Imperfect Truth, I feel desperately in flove with her writing style and character development. Too often, romances are simplistic and unrealistic, but with Harrison, her stories are complex and could be written from the world around us all. While I loved Imperfect Truth, Transference fell into the middle of the rating scale for me. While the story was well-developed and the characters beautifully written, I didn’t find myself as invested in the story as I would have hoped. The major plot points seemed to be spaced far apart from each other and I felt like that the sudden final reveal came far too late in the novel. I will admit that there was a bit more predictability with this story than the other book I’ve read from Harrison.
Yet, with as many qualms as I had with Transference, I still found things that I loved about it. Maybe it was the taboo nature of the Patient/Doctor relationship or the fact that Eve’s mother was a nut case and I wanted to know more, but there were still portions of the story that nagged me to continue on reading. All in All, this book would land more in the 3.5 stars range for me, which by all means isn’t bad, but I just didn’t love it as much as I thought I would based on her previous books.
His hand slides down my body to the waistband of my pants. He pauses.
The pressure of his hand is a reminder of what I want. Of what I desire. Pushing my body firmly into his, I let him know what I need.
I need is his hands on me. His fingers in me.
He finds the button and undoes it. Wedges his hand between the thin material and my skin.
The pads of his fingertips slowly work themselves further downward. Each inch they travel sends a wave of chills to flow through my body; each nerve ending is pricked alive.
He pushes his hand lower and lower until I feel him trace the lace covering my most intimate spot. A whisper against my sensitive flesh.
“Please,” I moan, rotating my hips to help alleviate the hunger growing inside me. The flimsy material that covers me moves aside and his fingers trace down the seam of my skin. The movements are so slow, every part of my body quivers with anticipation.
“Dr. Montgomery, your next patient is here.” The receptionist’s voice slams through our lust filled haze.
Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred.
When she’s not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.