Découvrez un extrait de Dear Bridget, I want you de Penelope Ward et Vi Keeland

   

 Chère Bridget, je t'écris cette letre car il est très vraisemblable que je n'aie jamais le courage de te dire ceci en face. 

Donc , c'est parti. 

Nous avons tous les deux tort vis à vis l'un de l'autre. Tu es une bonne mère célibataire avec une tête bien faite sur les épaules. Je ne suis que le docteur britannique insouciant et de passage en ville qui vit temporairement dans ton garage reconverti en logement jusqu'à ce que je rentre en Angleterre.

 Mais le truc est que… pour une putain de raison, je ne peux m'empêcher de penser à toi de manière inappropriée.

 Je te désire. 

La seule raison pour laquelle j'admets cela c'est que je pense que ce n'est pas à sens unique. J'ai remarqué la façon dont tu me regardes. Et aussi vulgaire que ça puisse paraître quand on plaisante sur le sexe, mon attirance pour toi n'est pas une blague. 

Donc quel est le but de cette lettre? Je suppose que c'est un rappel du fait que nous soyons adultes, que le sex est bon pour la santé et naturel, et que tu peux me trouver en passant la porte de la cuisine. Plus précisément c'est pour te faire savoir que je laisse la dite porte ouverte à partir de maintenant au cas où tu aimerais me rendre visite en plein milieu de la nuit.

On se pose pas de questions. 

Pense y . 

Ou pas. 

Peu importe ton choix, je doute de finir par glisser cette lettre sous ta porte  

--Simon      

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DEAR BRIDGET, I WANT YOU est la prochaine romance contemporaine de ce duo d'auteurs sensationnel qui sortira le 18  Septembre 2017!

 

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       Extrait VO 

Every time I considered leaving my room, I would grab the framed picture of Ben and stare at it.  The urge to go to Simon was so strong; I basically hadn’t put down the framed photo of my deceased husband in an hour.  I was lying in my bed, holding a picture of a dead man while fantasizing about one who was very much alive and in the other room.  With the door cracked open waiting for me.  There was one part of Simon’s note that I just kept reading over and over.

I want to make you come. Hard. I want you to get lost in me and I want to hear you say my name over and over while we fuck.

While we fuck.

While we fuck.

I was pretty sure that Ben had never used the word fuck like that before.  Did we even fuck?  We made love, sure.  Our sex life was normal—at least, I think it was normal.  Don’t get me wrong, the passion wasn’t the same as when we first got together.  But after ten years, both of us working full time and raising a child, it was normal to have some of the desire dwindle, wasn’t it?

While we fuck.

I looked at the picture of my husband and sighed.  We didn’t fuck.  Not even in the beginning.   And I felt guilty for that now.  Maybe we should have been fucking.  I certainly didn’t do anything to entice him to want me the last few years.  Was it my fault our sex life had gotten boring?  I rested the picture of Ben over my heart and laid my hand over it.  I could feel my heart beating out of control beneath my fingers.

Shutting my eyes, I tried to force thoughts of Simon from my mind.  But it was no use.  Visions of his hard, sculpted body hovering over me had infiltrated my brain.  So, here I was, a thirty-three-year-old, single mother lying in my bed all alone with a picture of my dead husband held to my heart while I visualized fucking another man.

Fucking.

Not making love.

I needed my head examined.

After two hours and no sleep in sight, I decided the only way I was going to be able to get any rest was if I got everything I was feeling off of my chest.  Flicking on the light, I carefully set the framed photo of my beloved Ben on my nightstand and then opened the drawer and dug out a pen and piece of pretty stationery.  I would write down my thoughts to clear my mind.  I had no intention of actually giving the letter to Simon, so there was no reason to filter anything I said.

Dear Simon…

 

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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 seventeen 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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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million and a half books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in seventeen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

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