2016. 10. 20.

Jay Crownover: Honor - megjelenés, beleolvasó

Író: Jay Crownover
Cím:
Honor

Sorozat: The Breaking Point 1.
Műfaj: new adult
Megjelenés: 2016.10.18.
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Ne tévesszelek meg
Ne keress kifogásokat nekem.
Nem vagyok jó ember.
Olyan dolgokat látok, amiket senki más, és olyanokat teszek, amiről senki se beszél. A becsületnek és a lelkiismeretnek nincs helye az életemben. De küzdöttem és túléltem. Túl kellett.
Amikor először láttam táncolni a színpadon egy másodrangú klubban, úgy éreztem először dobban meg a sízvem. Keelyn Foster túl fiatal volt, túl élettelteli ehhez a helyhez és egy pillanat alatt tudtam, hogy az enyém lesz. De először meg kellett tennem a saját utamat. Valami többet kellett neki ajánlanom.
Most itt vagyok, a pénz nem számít és nincsenek akadályok. Kivéve őt. Eltűnt. De nem aggódom, meg fogom találni és meghódítom. Az enyém lesz.
Ahogy mondtam, ne hagyd, hogy megtévesszelek. Nem én vagyok az álruhába bújt ördög… Én vagyok elől és a központban is.

A héten jelent meg Jay Crownover új regénye a Honor. A borítókkal engem meg lehet venni, ezért erre a könyvre is felfigyeltem. A megjelenés örömére hoztam nektek beleolvasót és küldöldi olvasóink nyerhetnek is egy példányt a könyvből. :)



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KEELYN
              Maybe if I hadn’t spent the last six months slinging pancakes and greasy hash to hungover hipsters and avoiding the too-curious eyes of the cops who like to hit up the diner for early-morning breakfast, I would have noticed the ominous shift in the air.
              Before I came to Denver six months ago, my senses had been honed to pick up on the slightest threat. Before, anything that might be dangerous, that might put me in peril, had made my skin tingle, made everything inside of me vibrate with awareness. Now I had settled into a simple, dreary rhythm. Every day was the same as the one before it and there was no outside threat constantly hounding me, hunting me, haunting me. I let my guard down. I had gone soft, and as a result the biggest danger of them all managed to slip into my new normal without giving any kind of hint he was there.
              My nonslip shoe—that were probably the ugliest things ever made but absolutely necessary considering the greasy food the tiny kitchen pumped out—squeaked on the laminate floor as I made my way over to the lone patron who had taken the last available seat in my section. The massive plastic menu completely covered his face, but the Rolex on his wrist and the perfect cut of his suit jacket let me know he wasn’t my typical kind of customer. There wasn’t a flannel shirt or police blues in sight, and as I got closer, a whiff of something exotic and familiar engulfed my senses and stopped me in my tracks. Of all the things I had left behind, he was the one I had tried hardest to forget.
              The tingling across my skin spread. My tummy tightened. Blood rushed loudly between my ears. My shaking fingers curled around the pen in my hand like a weapon. Before I could pull it together and walk away, the menu lowered and I was pinned to the spot, immobilized by eyes the color of spice rum.
              They were wicked eyes. Eyes that saw far too much and gave nothing away. Eyes I daydreamed about. Eyes that caused me to wake up in a cold sweat. Eyes that turned me inside out and shook me up as they made a slow perusal from the top of my head to the tips of my god-awful shoes, returning to my face and staying there as I struggled to keep my shit together.
              He slowly put the menu down on the cracked tabletop and leaned back in the booth. He was strikingly out of place here and I absolutely hated how that sexy twist of his mouth, a mouth that I dreamed about almost every night, made my traitorous heart flutter and my pulse kick.
              I was also strikingly out of place here, but I’d learned to fake it. He, obviously, never bothered to fake anything. He wasn’t a man with virtuous intentions and he never pretended to be.
              Gone were the mile-high stilettos that I always wore. In their place I now donned work shoes that prevented me from falling on my ass as I ran food and dirty dishes to and from the kitchen. I was hiding in plain sight, knowing that the last place on earth anyone who might come looking for me would check out would be this greasy spoon. This was the opposite of me and the life I had always lived, so even though I could afford better, craved more, this was where I needed to be…until he showed up.

   
Jay Crownover a New York Times és az Usa Today bestseller írója és ismerhetjük Marked Men, The Point és a Saints of Denver sorozatait. Ahogy a szereplői, ő is nagy rajongója a tetoválásoknak. Imádja a zenét és nagy álma, hogy egyszer rock sztár legyen, de mivel nem alkalmas se az éneklésre, se hangszeren játszásra, inkább az írásnál állapodott meg, ahol olyan szereplőket mutat be, akiktől az olvasók is elgondolkoznak. Coloradóban él három kutyájával.

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