LUI HA TRENTATRÉ ANNI. IO NE HO DICIOTTO.
LUI È UN PAPÀ SINGLE E SOCIO IN AFFARI DI MIO PADRE.
IO PER LUI SONO SOLO UNA RAGAZZINA E LA FIGLIA DEL SUO NEMICO.
LUI È UN PAPÀ SINGLE E SOCIO IN AFFARI DI MIO PADRE.
IO PER LUI SONO SOLO UNA RAGAZZINA E LA FIGLIA DEL SUO NEMICO.
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Sinners of Saint #4
GENERE
Contemporary Romance
ACQUISTA ADESSO
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SEGUI L.J. SHEN
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Sinners of Saint #4
GENERE
Contemporary Romance
ACQUISTA ADESSO
Amazon
SEGUI L.J. SHEN
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Instagram | Newsletter
They call him The Mute for a reason.
Hard, cold and calculated, he rarely speaks.
When he does, it’s with disdain.
When he does, his words aren’t meant for me.
When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis.
He is thirty-three.
I am eighteen.
He’s a single dad and my father’s business partner.
I’m just a kid to him and his enemy’s daughter.
He’s emotionally unavailable.
And I am…feeling. Feeling things I shouldn’t feel for him.
Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn’t just on the wall, it’s inked on my soul.
And yet, I can’t stay away.
A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them.
And oh, what a beautiful chaos it will be.
Hard, cold and calculated, he rarely speaks.
When he does, it’s with disdain.
When he does, his words aren’t meant for me.
When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis.
He is thirty-three.
I am eighteen.
He’s a single dad and my father’s business partner.
I’m just a kid to him and his enemy’s daughter.
He’s emotionally unavailable.
And I am…feeling. Feeling things I shouldn’t feel for him.
Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn’t just on the wall, it’s inked on my soul.
And yet, I can’t stay away.
A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them.
And oh, what a beautiful chaos it will be.
LEGGI L'ESTRATTO
Trent’s gaze cut to mine and stopped when
his grays met my blues. The fading noise of Vicious barking at people to move
along, and my father finally letting go of my arm to move toward Jaime and
Dean—probably trying to gain both allies and sympathy—died down.
“I don’t like you,” Rexroth whispered under
his breath, his voice harsh.
“I never asked you to.” I shrugged.
“You won’t be working here.” His arm
brushed my shoulder, but I didn’t think it was by accident. I let loose a
sugary smile, scanning his face and torso for no other reason other than to
taunt him. “Good, you’ll be doing me a favor. My father is the one forcing me
to work here. He’s pissed I turned down five Ivy League colleges. Remind me,
Mr. Rexroth—which top tier university did you attend for your degree?”
The low blow was supposed to retrieve some
of my lost dignity, but bile burned my throat, shotgunned from my stomach.
Trent Rexroth was known in Todos Santos as an exhilarating success story,
rising from the gutters of San Diego. He went to a shitty state college that
accepted even the illiterate, working as a janitor on campus after hours. Those
were given facts he’d recited himself in an interview for Forbes.
Had I really just tried to make him feel
less worthy because he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth? It made me
sicker than wearing my mother’s designer garbs.
Trent smiled, leaning into my body, into my
soul. His smirk was more frightening
than any scowl, frown, or grimace I’d ever seen. It threatened to tear me apart
and sew me back together however he pleased.
“Edie.” His lips were dangerously close to
my ear. A delicious shiver moved down my spine. Something warm rolled inside of
me, begging to unknot and flower into an orgasm. What was happening, and why
the hell was it happening? “If you
know what’s best for you, you will turn around and leave right now.”
I elevated my head to meet his gaze and
showed him my version of a grin. I was born and raised in a world of
intimidating rich men, and I’d be damned if I go down like my mother—addicted
to xanax, Gucci, and a man who paraded her on his arm for a short, glorious
decade before keeping her solely for public appearances.
“I think I’m going to go find my desk now.
I’d wish you a good day, Mr. Rexroth, but I think that ship has sailed. You’re
a miserable man. Oh, and one for the road.” I fished for a Nature Valley bar in
my mother’s purse and plastered it to his hard, muscled chest. My heart slammed
into my neck, fluttering like a caged bird.
I hurried after my father as he glided down
the vast, golden-hued hallway, not daring to look back. Knowing I’d started a
war and arrived unequipped. But I also knew something else that gave me a
surfer’s rush—if I could slam the final nail in my employment coffin and make
Rexroth vote against me, I’d be off the hook.
GRAPHIC TEASER
Ho incontrato tantissimi teaser su FB e ho subito inserito il romanzo nei futuri acquisti!
La trama mi fa impazzire e l'estratto ha fatto scattare la mia curiosità alle stelle *-*
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