Spanish Lessons

I have big plans for my semester abroad in Madrid...but falling for my super hot Spanish tutor definitely isn't one of them #HotForTeacher


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.


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?


A New Adult Standalone Romance


Excerpt from SPANISH LESSONS - Copyright 2016 by Jessica Peterson


I don't have time to think or catch my breath. Rafa keeps kissing me, and the kiss keeps getting better. Deeper. My head spins as I try to keep up with him. He's slow and fast and insistent and soft, all at once. I lose myself in him, my mind a blessed blank. He's just as good a kisser as I thought he'd be.


This is how everyone dreams of being kissed. With abandon. With feeling. I grasp his forearms, my fingers digging into his bare skin as I hold on for dear life.


There is nothing safe about Rafa. Not the way he looks at me or the way he dances or how I feel when he touches me. Definitely nothing safe about the way he kisses me.


But I feel safe with him anyway. Safe to be myself. Safe to kiss him back without worrying about what happens next.


I feel safe because we'll probably never see—much less kiss—each other again. He's way out of my league. And I don't want to fall for a guy I'll just have to leave in a few months. I don't want to get hurt again. I can't bear it.


This is just a kiss, I tell myself.


It's just one kiss that he won't remember, that I will try to forget.


Still. There's this rush between my skin and bones that whispers to me, telling me this is no ordinary kiss.


That nothing will be the same after this kiss.