mercredi 16 août 2017

Sneek Peak : Découvrez un extrait de Drunk Dial de Penelope Ward

   

Par l auteur best-seller du NY Times, de USA Today et du Wall Street Journal , Penelope Ward

Ça semblait être une bonne idée á ce moment là. Chercher Landon Roderick, ce garçon issu de mon enfance que je n ai jamais pu oublier - même si lui m a facilement oublié - et lui téléphoner .

Mais de nouveau , tout semble être une bonne idée quand on a bu un peu trop de vin avant d aller se coucher , pas vrai? Ça devait être juste une petite blague téléphonique rapide et sans arrière pensée . Au lieu de ça je me suis lâchée et j ai dit ce que j avais sur le cœur depuis 13 ans.

Je ne pensais pas qu il me rappelerait

Je n'aurais jamais pu anticiper les semaines de conversations téléphoniques chargées sexuellement parlant .qui allait suivre et me permettre de connaître l homme qu il est devenu .

Il s avère que Landon ne m avait jamais vraiment oublié , lui non plus. Ce lien particulier que nous avions était toujours là. Je me suis ouverte à lui , mais il y avait des choses à propos de moi qu il ne savait pas . Et lui aussi avait ses secrets .

Au fil des innombrables heures passées au téléphone, je me suis demandée ce qui se serait passé si on finissait par se voir . Une nuit, j ai fait un truc de manière impulsive . Seulement cette fois ci je suis allée à l aéroport et j ai réservé un billet pour la Californie. Nous allions découvrir si un appel téléphonique pouvait rapprocher deux âmes perdues ou si mon coup de fil alcoolisé n était simplement qu une grosse erreur .

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    Copyright © 2017 By Penelope Ward   After that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days. Then, one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s. It was the first time he’d texted me. I looked down to find he’d sent a photo. I gasped. It was a heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie. Fuck. Me. He was beautiful. I wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost resembled carved stone. I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the ridges and valleys of his stunning body. Was this a cruel joke? This was not Landon! But, it was. With my thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo. Even though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him, touch him. “Hi, Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man in front of me. This Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in spots I wasn’t allowed to see. God. A fire was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a full-blown obsession. A self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of myself before, now I was really hesitant. The message that went along with the photo simply read: Now show me you.  


  

 Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list sixteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.  

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