Spanish Lessons (Study Abroad #1) by Jessica Peterson: Review+Author Excerpt+Giveaway!


Ever since I saw the Lizzie McGuire Movie (probably), I’ve dreamed of being an exchange student and visit Europe. Vivian is given this opportunity as she gets to study one semester in Spain with her best friend, as well as other students from her college in the USA. However, Vivian is there to study Economics while her heart beats for the arts. While she’s there, she meets the incredibly kind, hot, and tantalizing Rafa, and he’s what she needs to live her experience to the fullest. Except that her bestie might like him too, and from there things just get complicated.

This book is heavily New Adult, which is both good and not too good. I thought this was only fluffy romance, but warning, there are a few sex scenes for those that don’t like them, and angst. So much angst and drama. Like always, let me slap you with the bad and then praise the story.

I’m not a drama person, and this book was heavy on it as our main character, Vivian, rather than being honest and forthcoming, she hides the truth only to weave something that endangers her long friendship with Maddie. Viv lying about liking a guy that Maddie also loves threatens their friendship. That simple thing brought on so much unnecessary drama that my eyes hurt from rolling them so much. For someone that prefers to be forward, this made the reading experience somewhat tenuous, but it gets better. The other thing is that the character of Rafa felt like the biggest cliché ever as he is a hot madrileño who happens to find this American so interesting and different from others. He’s someone with a slight language difficulty, and sex on legs. Um, yeah.

However, if we put that aside, the romance aspect of the novel was enjoyable and cute, and other times so hot you’d have to fan yourself with something.

Now the good part. I absolutely loved the descriptions of Spain, from the art to the food, customs and places, it was all so vivid it actually felt like I was there. As I am Puerto Rican, I share a great part of my culture with the Spanish and I enjoyed seeing many things we share in the story and appreciate that part of my roots. The author’s writing style was clear and colorful, making it an easy and enjoyable read (when the angst was put aside). Another thing that made the rest of the book better was that, other than the romance and friendship issue, the author writes about following your passions and doing things for you and not for what others may say. As a current student, this is something important that we need to keep being reminded of, and it was nice that Vivian was able to overcome those hardships and follow her heart.

If you’re one that loves drama, angst, and the hunky male hero, this book is for you. But more than that, it’s an adventure in a city full of culture, and a great motivator to try your own adventure with going abroad. Anyone who loves New Adult and romance, this is for you. Happy reading!

Rating: 3 stars


Make sure to download a FREE ebook copy of Spanish Lessons! Links are after the excerpt, and then follows the giveaway of the two books in the Study Abroad Series.

Author Excerpt:

Hi there!  My name is Jessica Peterson, and I am the author of SPANISH LESSONS (Study Abroad #1), the first book in my New Adult study abroad series.  I pitch it as a fun, sexy mashup of ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS and Cristina Lauren’s BEAUTIFUL BASTARD series.  It was such a fun book to write; I based it off my own experience studying abroad in Madrid more than a decade ago.  That semester in Spain was one of the most magical times in my life, and I knew that one day I wanted to fictionalize it into a super sexy series.  It took me a while, but I have to say, I’m very proud of the result.  SPANISH LESSONS may just be my favorite book I’ve written to date.  It’s fun, it’s sexy, and it has a super studly Spaniard as our hero, Rafa Montoya.  Check out the sassy excerpt below.  If you like what you read, SPANISH LESSONS is currently FREE on all retailers, so check it out.  Happy reading!


SPANISH LESSONS (Study Abroad #1) Excerpt

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.

“The chocolate incident notwithstanding,” I reply, “I’d say it was pretty awesome.  You were right about the sangria—it is magical.  My white girl jammed out.  I learned some amazing Spanish swear words – thank you for those.”

“Happy to be of service.”

“The churros were ridiculous.  The music was sick.”  I look at him.  “But as for you…”

There it is again, that smirk at the corner of his lips.  “Come on, Vivian, you must give me some credit here.  Look at this!” He brushes the fingers of his free hand across his bare chest.  “I am practically naked, all for you.  I am no Justin Timberlake, but I worked very hard on my chest hair, and I think it deserves a little bit of appreciation, yes?”

I slow my pace and he slows, too.  Kiss him.

I look down at said chest hair, peeking through his egregiously unbuttoned shirt.  “It is very nice hair,” I say.  “It’s no Austin Powers bath mat, but I like it.”

“He is a tough guy to beat,” Rafa says.  “Maybe when I am older I will be so lucky.”

I don’t know how we arrived at this topic of conversation, but I’m over it, I’m over talking, I just want to kiss him.  I remember what Katie told me at the beginning of the night.  Talk to him.  You have nothing to lose.

I’m holding hands with Rafa right now because I had the cojones to talk to him.  Who knows what will happen if I kiss him.

Sure, it could bruise my ego, and my memories of tonight.

But he’s looking at me again and oh God those freckles and his shoulders and the dark messy waves of his hair and the way he smells and now he’s teasing me about my sweaty palm and running his thumb across the back of my hand and I can’t, I can’t, I just can’t not kiss him.

Rafa pauses at an intersection, looking both ways down a deserted lane.  There’s a tiny little alcove, a quirk in the building’s architecture, just up ahead, obscured by a tree.  The perfect place for a little late-night make-out sesh.

We cross the street—I’m on the outside—and when we step up on the curb I give Rafa’s hand a tug.  He turns to face me, the laughter softening in his eyes.  My heart is pounding so hard inside my head I think it might explode.  I take a step closer.

“Are you okay, Vivian?” he asks.

Not okay.  Definitely not okay.  But I’m going to do it anyway.

I’ve never made the first move before—at least not when I was this sober— but I know if I don’t just go in for the kill, I’m going to mess it up.

I rise up, slowly, on my tip toes.  Our faces inch closer.  He keeps looking at me; I feel the heat of his gaze on the rise of my cheekbones.  But I can’t meet his eyes, so I focus on his lips instead.  The scent of his aftershave hits me and I know I’ve made the right decision.

Or maybe the worst decision ever.

My body slides up the tall length of his, our clasped hands trapped between us.  I love the solid warmth of his body, the delightful shock of being this close to someone.

And then I kiss him.

I close my eyes and press my lips to Rafa’s mouth and I kiss him.

The second I do it, I think oh my God, what a fucking idiot fish I am, what in the world am I doing, stop now, stop while you’re ahead.

It’s excruciating, that first second.

But the second—er, second—is much better, because Rafa starts kissing me back.

His lips melt into mine, slightly parted, perfect for kissing.  My heart flutters inside my chest.  The kiss is slow and a little timid, like neither of us want to go too far or reveal too much.  But I don’t mind it.  I like slow, especially with Rafa.  It allows me to savor every heartbeat, every feeling, every damn delicious thing about him.

Rafa pulls back.  My stomach flips.  I wait for him to bumble an excuse, to tell me he can’t because he has a girlfriend, he has to get home, he thinks I smell.

But when I open my eyes, he’s grinning.  Relief, warm, spreads through me.

“For a minute, I believed you didn’t want to do that,” he murmurs.  “Back there, after the chocolate incident…”

I shrug, bashfully.  “I did.  I do.  I do, Rafa.  I just…gah, I was just being an idiot.”

He brings our joined hands up between us, settling my hand on his chest.  I can feel the pound pound pound of his heart.  Something about its furious working makes my own skip a beat.  I’m the one who is making him feel this way.  I’m the one he feels this—whatever this is—for.

I look up, startled, a little scared.  Rafa brings his hands up to my face, his fingers gliding with erotic ease to rest just beneath my earlobes, in my hair, on my cheeks.  He angles his head, his lips hovering less than an inch above mine.

A current of desire rips through me.  I have never felt anything like it.

Rafa holds me there, an inch from the kiss I want more than my next breath.  His nose brushes mine as he looks at me and looks at me and keeps looking, his eyes glassy with heat.  He’s making me wait.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to do that,” I say.

One side of his mouth curls into a grin.  “Do you not remember?  I kissed you first, Vivian.”

My cheeks burn with the memory of the quick, sweet kisses he gave me when we first met at the bar.

“But those were polite kisses,” I say.  “Hello kisses.”

“But still kisses.  I have been waiting to do it again all night.”

He bends his neck and presses his lips to mine.  My eyes flutter shut, a poignant rush of sensation moving from where our mouths meet to where my legs do.  His mouth moves over mine, opening me to his every stroke, every pull and nick and bite.  In a handful of heartbeats Rafa makes the kiss his own, holding my head in the cradle of his hands as he moves over me.  He tastes like chocolate, just a hint of sweet sangria.

Behind my closed lids, a confetti of sparks ignite and sparkle.

Whistles and catcalls erupt somewhere behind us.  Rafa slows, but his lips never leave mine.  He wedges my legs between his own, and in one swift, strong movement, he swivels me around, reversing our positions so that he is between me and the street.  I sense him hunching his shoulders forward, blocking me from sight, pressing me into the little make-out alcove.

I don’t have time to think or catch my breath.  Rafa keeps kissing me, and the kiss keeps getting better.  Deeper.  Our first kiss was timid; but this kiss—this kiss is anything but.  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.

Better, even.  There is something incredibly sexy about the way he moves.  He’s confident without being overbearing.  Yes, the kiss is his, but that means I’m his focus.  He lavishes me with attention and care, his tongue working to open me to him, and I open, willingly, wildly.

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.


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About the Author:


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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