2016. január 20., szerda

Bethany-Kris: Scarless & Sacred - Blog Tour


Sziasztok!

Igaz, a véleményemet már olvashattátok Bethany-Kris legfrissebb regényéről, most a Blog Tour keretében hoztam mellé mégy egy kis részletet is.

Remélem, azért nálunk is minél többen fogtok majd olvasni az írónőtől, biztosítalak titeket, hogy sorsfordító is lehet ez a találkozás.

Nincs más hátra, mint előre!



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My review in English can be read on Goodreads

Részlet/Excerpt:


“I haven’t noticed you at church since your brother’s funeral.”

Theo tensed in the driver’s seat and his hands gripped the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn ash white. “I’m not ready, I suppose.” 


“I get that.”

Chuckles answered her back.

“No, Eve, I don’t think you do. I’ve got a few things left to get finished, and when I go back, I’d like to get all of my confession out in one good, long sitting instead of three or four. Besides, confession is meant for those who don’t wish to repeat their sins. Mine are ones that won’t go away until others leave, too.”
Evelina’s brow furrowed as she took in his words. He spoke about it so candidly, like he’d been thinking about it for a while.

“Are you talking about my father?”

Theo’s gaze cut to her as he took a corner sharply. “And if I was?”

Evelina shrugged. “Look elsewhere for someone who cares, Theo.”

“You care. Trust me, you do. Even the people we hate always manage to pull some sympathy from us, even if it’s just a little bit. Regardless of whatever you feel is wrong with your father, he’s still your blood, he still helped to put you on this earth, and you still love him, Eve. Simple as that.”

“He didn’t care much about my mother these last few months.” Theo blew out a slow breath. “You’re not Riley. He’s not you.”

“Is that how you feel about your brother or uncle?”

“Hmm?”

“Your brother and uncle. You were close to Ben but not really Dino. Is that how you feel about them, like your sympathy is greater for one, but still there in some way for the other?”

Theo’s hands tightened on the wheel. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m a curious girl.”

“Woman.”

“What?”
“You’re a woman, not a girl. You stopped being a girl years ago, Eve.”

Evelina shivered in the passenger seat. The shadows of the passing street lights darkened Theo’s features. She couldn’t have hid the reaction even if she tried. Just the way his voice dipped into a lower cadence, and he passed her another silent look that said he could see she was very much a woman and not a girl was enough to make Evelina ache.

And wet.

“You did that on purpose,” Evelina accused.
Her voice was weak.

Or turned on.

Theo raised a brow high. “I beg your pardon?”

“That … that … right there,” Evelina struggled to say as she waved at him.

Theo laughed under his breath. “Babe, I have no idea what you’re mumbling about, but all right. Whatever makes you happy, I guess.”

“Stop it. You did do that on purpose, Theo. Just to distract me.”

When his tongue snaked out to wet his lips as his hands slid across the steering wheel smoothly to take another turn, Evelina’s throat went dry. He handled his car easily, like he was holding onto feathers when in fact, the Stingray had one hell of an engine under the hood. She couldn’t stop the thoughts slamming into her one after the other as she watched him drive. Is that how he touches a woman? What do those hands feel like when they grab hard enough to hurt? Is that how he would touch me?

Jesus.
Evelina made a noise under her breath and turned her attention to anywhere but Theo DeLuca for a moment.
“Eve?”

“What?”

Evelina had all she could do to ignore the heat between her legs and the air in her voice. She completely refused to even look at Theo again until she could manage to do so without contemplating how she could get his hands on her while he drove at the same time.

Stop that right now.

“I kind of did that on purpose,” Theo admitted.

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