Buonasera!
Come state? Qui la giornata è davvero brutta, un continuo alternarsi di sole e
acquazzoni…speriamo che nel weekend il tempo migliori!!!! Questa settimana ho
letto già due libri per la RARE Reading Challange (sono anch’io sorpresa) e
oggi vi parlo di un’autrice inedita che sarà presente all’evento. “Absinthe Of
The Heart” di Monica James è
il primo libro della serie “Sins of the Heart series” e sarà edito il prossimo
14 maggio. La trama m’incuriosisce molto tant’è che ho deciso di inserirlo
nella lista delle letture per la challange.
TITOLO: Absinthe of the Heart
AUTORE: Monica James
PAGINE: 412
PREZZO SU AMAZON: 12.99$ (cop. Flessibile), 3.67&
(ebook)
DATA DI USCITA: 14 maggio 2018
Two
households, unlike in dignity, in the City of Angels is where we lay our scene…
London
Sinclair was the boy my mother warned me about for as long as I can remember.
His name alone has brought my family nothing but shame and suffering, so it’s
no surprise we’ve been sworn enemies since the first moment we met.
With his
bedroom eyes and cocky smile, he has all the girls under his spell. I have one
more year of school left, and then I’m home free because I’m guarding a secret,
one I’m ashamed to keep. The boy who is completely off-limits is the one who
drives me, Holland Brooks, wild. I want London, and I think…he wants me, too.
Some may
compare it to a Shakespearian tragedy, as our surnames have fated our future,
but when a single night changes my life forever, I can’t leave the City of
Angels fast enough. Ten years later, I have atoned for my sins and return to Los
Angeles a changed woman. I’ve come home to get married. But the moment London
walks back into my life, one thing is clear. Ten years can’t undo that
night—that single, sinful night when I gave into temptation—because I
want to do
it again.
Estratto:
Before I get
a chance to scold him, he presses his chest to mine and slowly reaches behind
me. We’re caught in a deadlock. I’m barely breathing while he licks his bowed
upper lip, unaffected. I shuffle backward, uncaring that I’ll probably fall off
the edge because that alternative is far
better than
burying my nose into the length of his neck. He smells so good. I just want to
take a bite.
But up goes
my guard as I refuse to succumb to this insanity a second longer. “This is a
new low, even for you. Manhandling a defenseless, injured woman.”
He has the
gall to laugh. “You? Defenseless? That is one word I would never associate with
you, Princess.” When that momentous nickname slips past his lips, we both
freeze, him gingerly meeting my eyes.
A thousand
emotions are reflected deep within those shadowy depths, transporting us both
back to being seventeen. And just like that, my walls crumble. He clears his
throat while I avert my eyes, focusing on a lone beer bottle cap on the floor.
There are
bottles clinking and some sort of rustling happening behind me, but I don’t
dare turn around to see what the commotion is. When he finally pulls away, I take
a breath, but it’s in vain because he drops to his knees before me.
I have no
idea what he’s doing until he lifts my injured ankle and presses a dishcloth
filled with ice to the swollen flesh. The relief is instant, so I don’t fight
it. I watch as he tends to me, on his knees, as it’s a sight I never thought
I’d see. I envisioned London on his knees, begging for forgiveness more times
than I care to admit, but this is different.
Something is
selfless, almost repentant about his actions, and I can’t take pleasure in
seeing him this way.
“Here.” He
breaks the silence when he offers me his cell from his back pocket. My brain
short- circuits. Not only is he tending to my wounds, but he’s now giving me a
lifeline to get the hell out of here. But now that it’s within reach, I don’t
want it as desperately as I thought I did.
Regardless,
I accept the offering. The screen lights up with a picture of an adorable black
Labrador. I don’t know why, but it throws me.
This is a
part of London’s life, and I begin to wonder what else he holds close to his
heart.
Over the
past ten years, I exorcised London from every crevice of my mind and body,
never allowing myself to slip back into the past. But being here now, I can’t
help but be curious, especially because he looks different…he looks happy.
Biografia:
Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of
Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and
Emily Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her
own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys
writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on
her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.
She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia,
Canada, France, Germany, Israel, and the U.K. Monica James resides in
Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She
is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she
was a ninja on the weekends.
Twitter: @monicajames81
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