Titolo: Because of Lucy
Autore: Lisa Swallow
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: Ness’s parents are shocked when she turns down her place at Leeds University and takes on a full-time job in a call center. Determined to begin her adult life the way she wants, Ness moves to Leeds to live with her best friend Abby.
One night she meets Evan, who is everything she hates about guys. He may be hot but he’s also drunken, arrogant, and on top of that, he apparently has sex with girls and forgets about it. But Evan isn’t what he seems and Ness soon discovers they have more in common than she thought.
Evan is struggling to escape from his past too, and when Lucy appears she threatens his new relationship with Ness. Unsure if she can deal with the effect Lucy has on Evan, Ness makes a decision about her future which pulls them apart.
When their new lives don’t go as planned, Ness and Evan are both faced with difficult choices. All because of Lucy…
Trama: Ness’s parents are shocked when she turns down her place at Leeds University and takes on a full-time job in a call center. Determined to begin her adult life the way she wants, Ness moves to Leeds to live with her best friend Abby.
One night she meets Evan, who is everything she hates about guys. He may be hot but he’s also drunken, arrogant, and on top of that, he apparently has sex with girls and forgets about it. But Evan isn’t what he seems and Ness soon discovers they have more in common than she thought.
Evan is struggling to escape from his past too, and when Lucy appears she threatens his new relationship with Ness. Unsure if she can deal with the effect Lucy has on Evan, Ness makes a decision about her future which pulls them apart.
When their new lives don’t go as planned, Ness and Evan are both faced with difficult choices. All because of Lucy…
Lisa Swallow is originally from the UK but now lives in Perth, Western Australia. She splits her time between writing, raising a family and running a business. She even leaves the house occasionally.Lisa writes romance and is currently working on a series of new adult paranormal romance novels, the first book, Soul Ties, was published in July 2013. She also writes new adult contemporary - Because of Lucy was released August 2013.
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I side step the sink and turn. A guy
leans against the doorframe, trying to appear nonchalant but his slackened
stance indicates he’s attempting to keep himself upright. His brown hair is
longer at the front and spills into his face, and unfocused brown eyes appear
to be looking in my direction. He’s one of the regulars. I don’t pay a lot of
attention, but he’s a good-looking guy and they never go unnoticed.
“Yes?” I snap. I’m so not in the mood.
His eyes sweep my figure. Unbelievable... I straighten my sleeves and look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Are you Abby’s housemate?”
“Who are you?”
“Evan.” He rubs his nose. “You’re not a
student?”
“Correct, I am the one not lying in a
drunken haze on the floor contemplating my navel.”
Evan takes a step forward, steadying
himself with one hand as my witty repartee sails over his head. “Why?”
“Why am I not on the floor pissed?”
“Why aren’t you a student?”
“Because I work instead.”
“Hmm.” He pauses and grasps onto the
sink, searching for a glass. I pass him the spare one. “Did you fail?”
“Fail what?”
Evan fills the glass. “Or are you just
not smart enough for uni? What is it you do?” He gulps the water in three
mouthfuls then wipes his mouth with his hand.
Arrogant wanker.
“That’s right, I’m not smart enough. I’m
living with Abby until I can find a nice man to marry then I can have 2.4 kids
and a house in the suburbs. Because, as I’m not a student, I have no future.”
Evan leans against the sink. “Fair
enough.”
Oh my god he believes me. How pissed is
he exactly? “So, you think anyone who doesn’t go to university is inferior to
you?” I demand.
I’ve seen her friends looking down their
noses at me. Inverted snobbery. On top of that, the locals hate students and
the students hate locals. I’m neither. I can’t win.
We’re close now and he stinks of alcohol
and pot, a faint hint of deodorant lingering on his clothes. Evan’s T-shirt has
come untucked and rides up as he leans against the sink. He’s toned, evidently
works out. I can’t help myself, I check him out. Beneath his curls he has deep
brown eyes. Incoherent eyes. I hate to admit, but something about him is
seriously sexy.
Even if he is a dick.
“Well, if you’ll excuse me,” I say.
He sniggers.
“What’s funny?”
“You sound like the Queen.”
Not this again. I get enough crap at
work. I move from Cheltenham to Yorkshire and suddenly I’m ‘stuck up home
counties girl’.
I don’t dignify his comment with an
answer and turn away from him, and walk out of the kitchen.
“Want me to get the guy out of your
bed?” he calls after me.
I stop and look round. “You know him?”
“I could replace him.”
My mouth drops open at his arrogance. An
attempt at a flirtatious smile plays around his lips but the unfocused eyes
kill the effect he’s trying to achieve. He’s serious. I imagine he has a ready
supply of eager girls. No surprise with a body and looks like his, such a shame
he needs a personality transplant.
I step towards him. “Evan. I am not
pissed. Nor are you getting into my bed. Good night.”
Feeling happy with my retort, I saunter
towards the stairs. Behind me, Evan impersonates my sentence with an
exaggerated posh accent.
It’s a good thing that I’m
sober otherwise I’d go back there and punch him.#2
Evan’s mouth hovers close to mine, his
warm breath on my skin. The effect on me is weird, different to before, with
other guys. Abby once told me she met this guy who didn’t even need to touch
her and she got aroused. At the time, I concluded Abby was exaggerating. Now I
think maybe there is something primal, where that can happen between two
people. Because the heat floods through my body towards the surface, searing
where his hand touches my face.
Evan’s eyes focus on my mouth. “Sorry I
left last time.”
“Who said I was inviting you to stay
last time?”
“Okay, sorry. But I did kiss you
goodbye.”
Is he teasing me again? Because Evan’s
mouth remains a tantalizing distance from mine, and he’s not kissing me. I
shift, trying to disguise my rapid breathing and realize he’s waiting for me to
make the move. Fine. I place my mouth on his, wriggling into him. Evan winds
his hand into my hair, and gently holds my head to his, kissing me lightly,
lips sparking power across my skin.
Our position on the sofa allows me to
lean against Evan, half on top of him and I push myself into him, not taking my
mouth from his. Evan’s arms wind around my waist and pull me closer. Where I’m
lying on him, I can feel his erection against my thigh. Wow. I’ve hardly
touched him - maybe I do the same to him? I pull my head back and meet his
eyes, the hungry look I expected is held in them.
“Are you pinning me down so I can’t
leave this time?” he asks.
I smile. “No. You can go now.”
“I think I’ll wait for Matt to wake up.”
With strong, rough hands he holds my
face again and his tongue darts into my mouth. He tastes less of beer than last
time. Our teeth collide and I move away from him, holding my mouth. He watches
as the dress rides up over my legs.
The short black dress isn’t very
decorous when it comes to lying on top of a man. But I’m not behaving very
decorously. Evan’s hand slides up my leg, stroking gently.
And I’ve definitely had too much vodka
but screw it. He’s here and he’s fucking hot and it’s my choice. I’ll deal with
the emotional fall out later. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, or the sexual
confidence I’ve found from tonight - guys watching me in the Union and Evan
wanting me - but I make a snap decision.
“Do you want to make it two?” I ask.
“Two?”
“Girls. You’ve slept with in Leeds.”
I’ve seen the look on Evan’s face
before, the night in the pub when his mask slipped a few seconds. He hesitates.
“Ness…”
“You’re saying no?” I remove my hand
from where I’m trailing fingers across his muscled stomach.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to say.”
I tug him towards me by his shirt. I’m a
bit drunk and a lot reckless but what the hell, it’s about time I had some fun.
“How about you hit me with some poetry, I hear the girls really…”
“Ness. Shut up.” He drags
me onto him and crushes his mouth on mine, the breath sucked from my lungs as
the urgency of his kiss overwhelms me. The tiniest amount of self-control I had
just disappeared.
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