In this sexy and intriguing novel, an intense—and passionate—bond between a high school senior and her music teacher becomes a public scandal that threatens the reputation of both. CONSENT by Nancy Ohlin is a dark, edgy love story wrapped around the complex and controversial subject of sexual consent laws. Fans of THE LUCY VARIATIONS by Sara Zarr and IF I STAY by Gayle Forman will enjoy CONSENT from Simon Pulse.
Synopsis:
In this sexy and intriguing novel, an intense—and passionate—bond between a high school senior and her music teacher becomes a public scandal that threatens the reputation of both.
Bea has a secret.
Actually, she has more than one. There’s her dream for the future that she can’t tell anyone—not her father and not even her best friend, Plum.
And now there’s Dane Rossi. Dane is hot, he shares Bea’s love of piano, and he believes in her.
He’s also Bea’s teacher.
When their passion for music crosses into passion for each other, Bea finds herself falling completely for Dane. She’s never felt so wanted, so understood, so known to her core. But the risk of discovery carries unexpected surprises that could shake Bea entirely. Bea must piece together what is and isn’t true about Dane, herself, and the most intense relationship she’s ever experienced in this absorbing novel from Nancy Ohlin, the author of Beauty.
“May I?”
Without waiting for my
answer, Mr. Rossi sits down next to me at the piano and pushes the quilted
cover aside. As he does, his tweed jacket grazes my bare arm. My skin tingles
from the contact, and I want him to do that again: accidentally-on-purpose
touch me. Although it was likely just an accident, and I really need to cut
this out already.
He raises and lowers
his elbows, then closes his eyes. He smells like his handkerchief, except
warmer, sultrier. He launches into the first movement—initially at tempo, then
more slowly, then with a series of fits and starts in the form of ritardandos
and accelerandos. His interpretation is decidedly more measured and melancholy
than mine, and more passionate, too.
He stops just before
the shift to the second movement and turns to face me.
“So . . . what do you
think?” he asks me.
Our legs are almost
touching. Should I inch away? Or stay where I am?
“Beatrice?”
He knows my name. After
just the one class. I should correct him and tell him that everyone calls me
“Bea.” But I love the way he says “Beatrice”—like a poem, and with that dreamy
accent.
Oh, right, I need to
respond. “Yes!
Sorry! That was wonderful! Really deep and intense and tormented.”
“Schumann was in a
great deal of torment when he wrote this part.”
“What was the matter
with poor old Schumann?”
“Poor young Schumann.
He was twenty-something at the time. He was in love with his piano teacher’s
daughter, Clara Wieck. But Mr. Wieck wouldn’t let them be together.
Schumann wrote a song for Clara called ‘Ruines’ because he felt that his
life was in ruins without her. That song became the beginning of the Fantasy.”
Oh my God, how
romantic. But I probably shouldn’t say that to a teacher. “That’s insanely
interesting. How do you know this?” I ask instead.
“Conservatory. You’ll
see for yourself, next year.”
Conservatory. I drop my gaze and
study my nails.
“At Juilliard or Curtis
or wherever you decide to go, you’ll learn everything there is to know about
the lives of the composers. Who was in love with whom, who died of syphilis at
age thirty-one, who had a morbid fear of the number thirteen . . .” Mr. Rossi
hesitates, apparently noticing that I’ve checked out on this conversation. “You
are a senior, right? That’s what it said on my class roster: ‘Beatrice
Kim, senior.’ ”
I nod.
“Sorry . . . I simply
assumed . . . So you’re not applying to conservatory, then?”
“Nope.”
“It’s just that I don’t
run across people your age who can play the Schumann Fantasy like that. Or at
all. You have ‘piano performance major’ written all over you.”
“Thanks. Actually, I
was thinking more along the lines of . . . um . . .” Quick, make something
up. “Pre-law.”
“Pre-law?”
My phone buzzes. I
glance at the screen. It’s a text from Plum: I’m done. Where are you? Meet
me out front.
“I have to go,” I say,
rising to my feet.
Mr. Rossi glances at
his watch. “Actually, so do I. I’m due at a meeting that starts—started—five
minutes ago. It’s probably not good to keep Principal Oberdorfer waiting.”
“See you in class,
then.”
“Yes. See you in
class,” he replies. “Beatrice?”
“Yes?”
“The rest of the
Schumann. Could I hear you play it sometime?” He sounds shy and hesitant, like
he’s asking me out. My heart feels hot and fluttery.
“I’m still working on
it,” I murmur.
“Good. I can offer you
more unwanted advice, then.” He smiles, and I have no idea if he’s joking or
not.
I’d better start
working extra hard on that last movement.
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Nancy Ohlin is the author of CONSENT, ALWAYS, FOREVER, and BEAUTY. She has also collaborated on several celebrity novels, including a New York Times bestselling YA trilogy. She received a BA in English from the University of Chicago. Born in Tokyo, Japan, she lives in Ithaca, New York with her family.
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