Just Like That (Albin Academy) – ARC Review + Excerpt

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Just Like That
by Cole McCade
Release Date:  June 30, 2020
Publisher: Carina Press
Book #1 in the Albin Academy series
Number of Pages:  320
Kindle Edition
Source:  NetGalley ARC
Contemporary Romance/New Adult M/M
Rating:  NC-17
Read 6/18/20 to 6 23/20

Book Description:

In Just Like That, critically acclaimed author Cole McCade introduces us to Albin Academy: a private boys’ school where some of the world’s richest families send their problem children to learn discipline and maturity, out of the public eye.

Summer Hemlock never meant to come back to Omen, Massachusetts.

But with his mother in need of help, Summer has no choice but to return to his hometown, take up a teaching residency at the Albin Academy boarding school—and work directly under the man who made his teenage years miserable.

Professor Fox Iseya

Forbidding, aloof, commanding: psychology instructor Iseya is a cipher who’s always fascinated and intimidated shy, anxious Summer. But that fascination turns into something more when the older man challenges Summer to be brave. What starts as a daily game to reward Summer with a kiss for every obstacle overcome turns passionate, and a professional relationship turns quickly personal.

Yet Iseya’s walls of grief may be too high for someone like Summer to climb…until Summer’s infectious warmth shows Fox everything he’s been missing in life.

Now both men must be brave enough to trust each other, to take that leap.

To find the love they’ve always needed…

Just like that.

Carina Adores is home to highly romantic contemporary love stories featuring beloved romance tropes, where LGBTQ+ characters find their happily-ever-afters.

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Title: Just Like That
Author: Cole McCade
Series: Albin Academy, #1
Length: 320 pages
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Imprint: Carina Press (Carina Adores)
On-Sale: June 30, 2020
Format: Trade Paperback *ebook and audio formats also available!
Price: $14.99 U.S.
ISBN: 9781335146458

My Review:

I’ve actually been sitting at my computer watching my cursor blink for over 5 minutes. This book is just such a mixed bag for me that I don’t know how to start or what to say. So, I’m going with stream of thought to start to see if it kick-starts my brain. I should start by saying this is a new-to-me author, although it looks like he has a solid back library of a multitude of genres. And I absolutely love his bio on his Goodreads page.

Quite frankly, as much as I tried to see past it, my brain kept getting caught up on the student/teacher dynamic of Summer and Fox. Not where they are right now in their lives, but where they were a mere 5 or so years ago.  In my mind, it’s too soon. Part of that may be that I have boys in Summer’s age-range and I’m somewhere in Fox’s age-range.  But I’ve read plenty of age gap romances without issues, which makes me think it’s the power dynamic that is bothering me.  Unfortunately, whatever my hang up was, it kept interrupting my flow while reading this story.

On the other hand, I adore the beginning of the actual relationship with these two. While it’s a bit of an aside, there is not a huge issue about gay/straight/bi. I was getting the vibe of “we love who we love”, and that’s something I always appreciate.

Here’s the thing, some of the things about this story that I wasn’t crazy about are things I think others will love. In my opinion, the author gets too wordy at times. In the beginning, it was actually appreciated by me. But once I got a feeling for the characters and their surroundings it felt like overkill. Some sentences would go on for so long I would forget what the sentence was trying to tell me in the first place. At a certain point, it turned into me feeling as though the author was telling me instead of showing me. Which made the link between Fox and Summer weaken at times. I felt a connection between the two for the first half of the book, but it started to wane the more every nuance was explained to me over and over again.

Although this story is a romance with an eventual HEA, it has on overall depressing (almost oppressive) feeling throughout. Again, something that some readers may love and appreciate. For me, not so much. There were also a few things that irked me here and there. I’m not going to list them out, but I can’t leave this one alone. You do NOT call a deceased spouse/significant other an ex. Just don’t. I would never call my deceased dad my mom’s ex-husband. It’s just icky to do so.

Trying to come up with a star rating is almost impossible for me on this one. Here’s how I’m going to do this. There were times in this story where I would have considered it a solid 4-stars. There were times that I had to bargain with myself to keep reading to the end of a chapter. There are things I disliked that I know others will enjoy. Since it seems my feelings waffle between a 2 and a 4, I’ll split the difference.

Oddly enough, after reading the Goodreads bio I mention at the beginning of my review, I’m curious to read something else by this author. He’s definitely got potential. I’d like to see if it’s just that we aren’t a good fit, or if I just read the wrong book by him.

3 stars

**I received an ARC of this book courtesy of Net Galley and the publisher. All opinions expressed in this review are my own and given freely**

Excerpt:

“Extinguisher first, then sand,” the voice ordered. “Dr. Liu, if you insist on getting in the way, at least make your­self useful and remove anything else flammable from the vicinity of the blaze. Quickly, now. Keep your mouths covered.”

Summer’s entire body tingled, prickled, as if his skin had drawn too tight. That voice—that voice brought back too many memories. Afternoons in his psychology elec­tive class, staring down at his textbook and doodling in his notebook and refusing to look up, to look at anyone, while that voice washed over him for an hour. Summer knew that voice almost better than the face attached to it, every inflection and cadence, the way it could command silence with a quiet word more effectively than any shout.

And how sometimes it seemed more expressive than the cold, withdrawn expression of the man he remembered, standing tall and stern in front of a class of boys who were all just a little bit afraid of him.

Summer had never been afraid, not really.

But he hadn’t had the courage to whisper to himself what he’d really felt, when he’d been a hopeless boy who’d done everything he could to be invisible.

Heart beating harder, he followed the sound of that voice to the open doorway of a smoke-filled room, the entire chemistry lab a haze of gray and black and crackling or­ange; from what he could tell a table was…on fire? Or at least the substance inside a blackened beaker was on fire, belching out a seemingly never-ending, impossible billow of smoke and flame.

Several smaller fires burned throughout the room; it looked as though sparks had jumped to catch on notebooks, papers, books. Several indistinct shapes alternately sprayed the conflagration with fire extinguishers and doused it with little hand buckets of sand from the emergency kit in the corner of the room, everyone working clumsily one-handed while they held wet paper towels over their noses and mouths with the other.

And standing tall over them all—several teachers and older students, it looked like—was the one man Summer had returned to Omen to see.

Professor Iseya.

He stood head and shoulders above the rest, his broad-shouldered, leanly angular frame as proud as a battle stan­dard, elegant in a trim white button-down tucked into dark gray slacks, suspenders striping in neat black lines down his chest. Behind slim glasses, his pale, sharply angled gray eyes flicked swiftly over the room, set in a narrow, graceful face that had only weathered with age into an ivory mask of quiet, aloof beauty.

The sleek slick of his ink-black hair was pulled back from his face as always—but as always, he could never quite keep the soft strands inside their tie, and several wisped free to frame his face, lay against his long, smooth neck, pour down his shoulders and back. He held a damp paper towel over his mouth, neatly folded into a square, and spoke through it to direct the frazzled-looking group with con­summate calm, taking complete control of the situation.

And complete control of Summer, as Iseya’s gaze abruptly snapped to him, locking on him from across the room. “Why have you not evacuated?” Iseya demanded coldly, his words precise, inflected with a softly cultured accent. “Please vacate the premises until we’ve contained the blaze.”

Summer dropped his eyes immediately—habit, staring down at his feet. “Oh, um—I came to help,” he mumbled through the collar of his shirt.

A pause, then, “You’re not a student. Who are you?”

That shouldn’t sting.

But then it had been seven years, he’d only been in two of Iseya’s classes…and he’d changed, since he’d left Omen.

At least, he hoped he had.

That was why he’d run away, after all. To shake off the boy he’d been; to find himself in a big city like Baltimore, and maybe, just maybe…

Learn not to be so afraid.

But he almost couldn’t bring himself to speak, while the silence demanded an answer. “I’m not a student anymore,” he corrected, almost under his breath. “It’s…it’s me. Summer. Summer Hemlock. Your new TA.” He made himself look up, even if he didn’t raise his head, peeking at Iseya through the wreathing of smoke that made the man look like some strange and ghostly figure, this ethereal spirit swirled in mist and darkness. “Hi, Professor Iseya. Hi.”

Copyright © 2020 by Cole McCade

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Author Bio

Cole McCade is a New Orleans-born Southern boy without the Southern accent, currently residing somewhere in Seattle. He spends his days as a suit-and-tie corporate consultant and business writer, and his nights writing contemporary romance and erotica that flirts with the edge of taboo—when he’s not being tackled by two hyperactive cats.

He also writes genre-bending science fiction and fantasy tinged with a touch of horror and flavored by the influences of his multiethnic, multicultural, multilingual background as Xen. He wavers between calling himself bisexual, calling himself queer, and trying to figure out where “demi” fits into the whole mess—but no matter what word he uses he’s a staunch advocate of LGBTQIA and POC representation and visibility in genre fiction. And while he spends more time than is healthy hiding in his writing cave instead of hanging around social media, you can generally find him in these usual haunts:

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About Cheri

I'm the mom of two boys and wife to my high school sweetheart. Our oldest, Josh, is living at home while working and paying off student loans. Our youngest, Griffin recently left his active duty Army job and is now National Guard here at home. He moved back to Michigan with his wife Kirsten and our beautiful granddaughter Hazel. I work part time and try to fit as much reading into my life as possible.
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