Forbidden Passion Part 1: Forbidden Passion By E.J. Adams, #1

By E.J. Adams

Is there such a thing as love at first site? When 27 year old Amanda Evans leaves for a trip to Italy, that question is the furthest thing from her mind. Then she meets 25 year old Matteo Rosetti. He is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. There is an immediate attraction between the two, but Matteo is in a complex relationship with his longtime girlfriend, Francesca Parisi. Amanda and Matteo settle on becoming friends. But they soon discover that there is a real passion between them. It is unlike any passion that either has experienced before. But Matteo's relationship with Francesca makes it a forbidden passion.

Can Amanda and Matteo continue to deny how they feel? If there is love at first sight, can a forbidden passion stand in the way?

Don't miss the sexy first novella in the Forbidden Passion New Adult Romance series by E.J. Adams.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.J. Adams Romance
• Release date: Feb 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781502205186

E.J. Adams

E.J. Adams is the author of several successful Steamy Contemporary Romance series, with over 500,000 eBooks downloaded to date.  She is a romantic at heart and likes her characters to find their Happily Ever After. Her books offer moments of drama, humor, and heartache along the way. E.J.’s leading men are strong, but flawed, males. Her leading women are sweet, smart, and independent. E.J. writes romance you can get swept up by and takes you away.

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PROLOGUE

Everyone would say that ours is a forbidden passion. What they mean is that we can't be together romantically or sexually. Just friends, they would tell us.

So what are we to do because our passion is not allowed? Do we simply walk away? Do we remain just friends? Is that even possible?

I didn't go to Italy looking to fall in love. I didn't go to have a passion for another stir within me. I certainly didn't go to be told those newly discovered feelings can't matter. And here's the thing, our passion is only forbidden because of the cruelness of circumstance and the expectations of others.

We are about to make the biggest decision of our lives. In recent days I have experienced the greatest passion I have ever known. Now I face the possibility of the greatest heartache to go along with it. Our future happiness hangs in the balance. It all depends on what we decide in the hours ahead. And it all began six weeks ago and 6,300 miles away. . .

CHAPTER 1

Amanda Evans

The alarm on my phone rang for the third time. I'd already hit snooze twice. Time to drag my butt out of bed and face the day. I really needed to start going to bed earlier. Actually, it wasn't so much the hour that I got into bed, it was when I got to sleep. My boyfriend, Brad, and I have been having marathon sex lately. I loved the sex. I hated the lack of sleep.

I stuck my arm out from under the covers and felt around for my phone. When I found it, I  pulled it under the covers. I slid the unlock button and turned off the alarm.

Third time is the charm, I heard Brad's voice from the other side of the covers.

I threw the sheets off of my head and rolled over onto my back. A breeze from the ceiling fan swept across my breasts. I glanced down at my exposed mounds of flesh.

I think you gave me a hickey, I said.

Where? asked Brad.

Right here. I pointed to my right breast.

Let me see, he said as he sat on the bed next to me. He leaned forward for a closer look. He kissed my nipple.

You look with your eyes, not your mouth, I said.

I can't resist. You have the nicest ta tas.

That's how I got the hickey in the first place. Honestly, I think we need to take the sex down a notch.

That's not what you were saying, or should I say, moaning, last night.

Be nice. Besides, in the light of day, I'm reconsidering the roughness factor.

What? You can barely see it. Plus, who's going to know it's there? Unless you plan on flashing the Classics department.

I hardly think so.

Yeah, they probably get their jollies looking at the nude statues, said Brad with a chuckle.

And you wonder why I never invite you to department social events, I replied.

I thought it was because you were worried about making all the other girls jealous at what a stud you are dating.

Okay, stud, why don't you make us some coffee.

I'll get it going, but I have to run to class.

Okay. Are we meeting up for lunch?

I think so. I'll text you after my morning classes.

Brad gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I pushed the covers the rest of the way off and climbed out of bed. The floor was cool as my feet met the wood. I stood and padded across the bedroom to my bathroom. I was thankful that I didn't have any classes until the afternoon. It would probably take me until lunch to feel like I was fully ready to engage with the world.

I was in the fifth year of my doctoral program. The first three years I took classes and my preliminary exams. The last two years have been devoted to researching and writing my doctoral dissertation. I teach some introductory undergraduate courses in the Classics department. The teaching covers my tuition and offers a small stipend for living expenses.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. The bags under my eyes weren't nearly as bad as I felt they were. My hair, however, was an entirely different matter. I also had a wicked crick in my neck.

I guess that was to be expected. I had twisted my body into numerous interesting positions last night. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I guess this was the pain that came from the pleasure. I smiled. It was pleasurable, I thought to myself.

Brad and I had been dating for the past year. We met through his sister, who is in the Master's program in the Classics department. Otherwise, it was hard to imagine that our paths would ever cross. He and I lived in totally different worlds.

He was a graduating senior who had been a star wide receiver for the USC Trojans. I am getting my PhD in Classics. Brad was also a business major, but he told me that the degree was to help him know how to invest all the money he was going to make in the National Football League. He had been drafted in the second round and would report to training camp later in the summer. I figured that was where