Buona sera a tutte!!
Per chi legge in inglese oggi esce il secondo romanzo della
serie romantic suspense ‘Crossing the Line’ di Tessa Bailey: il titolo è “Up in Smoke”. Tessa Bailey è una scrittrice
che ha al suo attivo diversi romanzi. E' molto apprezzata dalle lettrici
oltreoceano, ma ancora sconosciuta qui
in Italia. La sua serie più famosa è la Line of duty, giunta al quinto capitolo.
Mentre uno degli ultimi suoi libri è “Unfixable”, pubblicato in una delle collane della Entangled
Publishing, come gran parte degli altri suoi romanzi. Ho deciso di dedicare il post di oggi a questa autrice perché è da tempo che ne sento parlare benissimo, e devo ammettere che sono molto tentata di leggere un suo
romanzo. Gli ingredienti che di solito cerco in un romance ci sono tutti. Ho
letto che protagonisti delle sue storie sono dei dirty-talking-alpha-male, e in
questo libro Connor Bannon è un ex Navy Seal. Le sue eroine
hanno in comune il fatto di essere delle donne molto combattive, determinate. Non
si lasciano intimidire dai colleghi agenti un po’ troppo prepotenti, ma danno
loro del filo da torcere. Qui di seguito ho tradotto per voi la trama di “Up in
smoke” e in esclusiva avete l’opportunità di leggere un breve estratto. Buona
lettura! greta
Up in Smoke (Crossing the Line, #2)
Non attizzare mai un incendio che non
sarai in grado di controllare…
ESTRATTO #1
She stood behind him now with her lips parted and cheeks flushed, watching him stroke himself off like a hormonal teenager. It shouldn’t have made him hotter, not when he didn’t fully understand the problems she obviously had knocking around inside her beautiful head. He should stop now and make her explain, tell her she couldn’t touch him anymore until he knew what she was going through. But there wasn’t any turning back. Not right now, not with his cock heavy in his hand, ready to erupt.
In the mirror, he could see her fingers smoothing against each other, as if she were imagining what it would feel like to replace his hand with her own.
Jesus. He liked having her watch. If her expression had been any different, it might have been another story. The look of wonder, the renewal of arousal that transformed her as she came slowly closer, had him clenching his teeth to prolong the moment. Fuck, though, it hurt. The front of her panties were wet from riding him until she came. Her flat stomach peeked out under the edge of her shirt, reminding him once again how crazy he was to yank it up and see what she hid underneath. At the same time, she looked like an innocent who’d stumbled upon something very, very bad happening and God, it made him want to corrupt her even more. Sick. I’m sick. His balls drew up tight…the tingling began at the base of his spine…
“You should leave,” Connor grated, squeezing his eyes closed. Christ, any minute now…he couldn’t wait any longer. Looking at her, knowing he couldn’t touch her, was killing him. At the same time, his mind was projecting images in a desperate attempt to send him over the edge and find relief. Erin straddling his face, hands cuffed behind her back. Erin’s eyes going blind, ankles around her ears, as drove into her like a madman. “Go, Erin.”
He didn’t hear her move. One second she was standing at the door, the next she was standing on the rim of his bathtub, just beside his left shoulder. Closer. Her tits were eye level and it took every ounce of self-control inside him not to suck them into his mouth, right through her T-shirt. A tiny moan dropped from her lips as she leaned close, watching his hand work his stiff cock. She placed her open lips on his neck and dragged them higher, where she licked at his ear.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. Do it again.
“What feels right,” she whispered, stroking his fingers over his chest. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. Is it me?”
“Of course,” he shouted. “You don’t want to know any more than that.”
“Yes, I do.” She lightly scraped her fingernails down his back, and he growled. “I want to know what I’m missing out on. Tell me.”
ESTRATTO # new
As if her thoughts had made him appear, Connor strode into the courthouse. Her pulse started beating double time, her stomach muscles tightening. Good Lord, the man was a fucking panty dropper. She’d only been away from him for a few hours and it felt like years since she’d experienced his presence. In jeans and a fitted gray T-shirt that molded to his muscles like her hands itched to do, he personified confidence and authority.
Hot, rugged male. His gaze connected with hers immediately and darkened. She thought back to that morning when he’d dressed in the early morning light, his abs flexing as he pulled the shirt over his head. His erection barely contained by his boxers. She’d never been one to beg for anything, but she’d been seconds from offering him her mouth. Pleading for the privilege of sucking him off.
Conner shook his head at her with a sexy half smile on his face, as if he could read her thoughts across the room. He stopped at the metal detector and walked through after the security guard beckoned him forward. When the woman grabbed her wand and instructed him to raise his hands in the air, something ugly reared its head deep inside her. The detector hadn’t even beeped. There was no reason for the personal service. When the woman smiled at Connor and ran a hand down her ponytail, Erin propelled herself forward, boots echoing on the polished marble.
Erin hissed as she drew even with the guard. “If you’re done feeling up my boyfriend, I’d love a turn. We were in a rush this morning.”
The guard dropped the wand, letting it dangle near her thigh. “Did you just hiss at me?”
Erin hissed again.
“Okay.” Connor stepped between them, winking down at her. “We should go. Don’t want to keep the clerk waiting.”
Appreciation spread in her belly like honey. He hadn’t chided her for her behavior or apologized to the woman on her behalf. Instead he’d given the impression they were on their way to get married, appeasing her jealousy in one fell swoop. “That’s right.” She sauntered toward the elevator. “There’s vows to be exchanged. Rings to put on fingers. Shit like that.”
She glanced behind her to find Connor staring at her ass as she walked, so she put a little swing in her hips and savored his groan. Damn. She’d definitely never had this much fun at a courthouse.
A moment later, she and Connor stepped into an empty elevator. She hit the button for the top floor even though the clerk was on the first, and leaned back against the wall, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “How was your morning, baby? Was it worth leaving me in bed, all hot and bothered for you?”
“Fuck no, it wasn’t.” He crooked a big finger at her. “Climb on up here.”
L'autrice:
Tessa Bailey
Grazie per l’interesse che dimostrate nei confronti dei miei libri! Sono Tessa e vivo nel pazzo, rumoroso, sovrappopolato quartiere di Brooklyn, a New York. Adoro questo posto. La città è una costante fonte d’ispirazione, e questo è il motivo per cui ho deciso di ambientare qui i miei romanzi più recenti della serie Line of Duty. Mi sono trasferita a New York quando avevo diociott’anni, il giorno dopo il diploma. Ho gettato la via valigia sul retro della mia Chevrolet Cavalier e ho guidato per tutto il paese alla ricerca della mia avventura. La sto ricercando tuttora, poco alla volta. Grazie per esserne entrate a far parte.
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