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Lisa Desrochers

A Little Too Far

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Have you ever gone just a little too far? Lexie Banks has.
Yep. She just had mind-blowing sex with her stepbrother. In her defense, she was on the rebound, and it's more of a my-dad-happened-to-marry-a-woman-with-a-super-hot-son situation. But still, he's been her best friend and confidant for the better part of the last few years . . . and is so off limits. It's a good thing she's leaving in two days for a year abroad in Rome.
But even thousands of miles away, Lexie can't seem to escape trouble. Raised Catholic, she goes to confession in hopes of alleviating some of her guilt . . . and maybe not burning in hell. Instead, she stumbles out of the confessional and right into Alessandro Moretti, a young and very easy-on-the-eyes deacon . . . only eight months away from becoming a priest. Lexie and Alessandro grow closer, and when Alessandro's signals start changing despite his vow of celibacy, she doesn't know what to think. She's torn between falling in love with the man she shouldn't want and the man she can't have. And she isn't sure how she can live with herself either way.
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Udgivelsesår
2013
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  • Jacqueline Kganghar delt en vurderingfor 6 år siden
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    i was so hoping for Lex and Trend happy ending from the second i starting knowing their relationship all along.....before sleeping together that is....and i must say so happy it ended the way i wanted.....just can't get enough of their love story......just added one ship on my list......

  • Cherish Perryhar delt en vurderingfor 5 år siden
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  • Carina Rita Hansenhar citeretfor 6 år siden
    HIS FINGERS THREAD into my hair as his other hand grasps my hip and pulls me into the curve of his body. It feels so good. So familiar. So easy.
    It was always easy with us. I want that back so badly that I let myself get lost in the feeling . . . until someone brushes past us on their way into the bathroom, snapping me out of my fantasy. Because that’s what it is, a fantasy. He took what we had and threw it away. There’s no way I can ever trust him again.
    He leans in again, but I splay a hand on his chest before his lips reach mine. “Don’t, Rick. I can’t do this again
  • Carina Rita Hansenhar citeretfor 6 år siden
    hands in his pockets. “How have you been?”
    “Great, Rick. I’m just fabulous,” I spit. “Are we done?”
    “Look, I know I was a jerk,” he blurts as I spin for the bathroom.
    I don’t turn around. “You weren’t a jerk. You were an asshole. There’s a big difference.”
    “Fine. I was an asshole. I’m really sorry.”
    I start moving again. “Sorry doesn’t cut it.”
    “I still love you, Lexie. I can’t get past it.”
    There’s a desperate hitch in his voice that claws at my heart and stops me cold.
    “Those girls . . . I was a moron.” I hear him moving closer as he talks, but I don’t turn to look at him. “I haven’t touched anyone else since winter break. I don’t want anyone else, Lexie. I want you.” He lays a hand on my hip, and I swear at myself when I shudder. He gently spins me and tips my face up with a finger under my chin, so I’m looking into his eyes. “I always will.”
    He leans in very slowly, watching me the whole way. I can’t even tell you why I don’t pull away from him, but as he presses my body between his and the wall, not only don’t I pull away, I kiss him back.
  • Carina Rita Hansenhar citeretfor 6 år siden
    I slide out of the booth. “I’m going to wash my hands. If he comes back, order me the turkey club croissant, light on the mayo.”
    The bathrooms are next to the bar, so I have to walk past Rick on my way. His back is to me, and a petite blond waitress is standing next to him, rubbing her arm against his.
    “. . . tonight if you want. I can promise you a good time,” she says as her fingers curl against his thigh and squeeze.
    My stomach lurches, and I take a wide berth and walk faster, but before I make it to the bathroom door, he calls my name up the hall. I’m tempted to pretend I don’t hear him, but I know he’s coming up behind me fast. He’s close enough he’d know I’m pretending. Which means he’d know he still affects me

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