Titolo: Fearsome
Autore: S.A. Wolfe
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: Jessica Channing’s big city life should be more exciting than sixty-hour work weeks and popcorn nights with her girlfriends, but it’s not. She has worked hard fulfilling her role as a child prodigy and graduating college years before her peers. She’s the good girl, the brilliant girl.
Unfortunately, she’s also the dateless young woman.
That all changes with one phone call. Jess’s rigid, predictable life upends when she must visit a small, obscure town to deal with a relative’s death. This isn’t just any little speck of a town, though. Long lost memories come crashing down on Jess’s world when two men, the Blackard brothers, seem to lure her in.
Dylan is cover model handsome, and pursues Jess the minute she comes to town. Then there is tall, dark and gorgeous Carson, who hides his own secrets behind his hardened reserve.
For someone who has been governed by her own obsessive behaviors and fears, Jess lets her guard down and jumps at the opportunity to have an affair with a man she actually finds attractive for a change.
There’s just one problem. Jess discovers that she can’t have a simple romantic fling because true passion does indeed come with some very big strings attached to it. She will have to own up to her own truths about love and face the two extraordinary men; both troubled in their own ways and both determined to have her.
Trama: Jessica Channing’s big city life should be more exciting than sixty-hour work weeks and popcorn nights with her girlfriends, but it’s not. She has worked hard fulfilling her role as a child prodigy and graduating college years before her peers. She’s the good girl, the brilliant girl.
Unfortunately, she’s also the dateless young woman.
That all changes with one phone call. Jess’s rigid, predictable life upends when she must visit a small, obscure town to deal with a relative’s death. This isn’t just any little speck of a town, though. Long lost memories come crashing down on Jess’s world when two men, the Blackard brothers, seem to lure her in.
Dylan is cover model handsome, and pursues Jess the minute she comes to town. Then there is tall, dark and gorgeous Carson, who hides his own secrets behind his hardened reserve.
For someone who has been governed by her own obsessive behaviors and fears, Jess lets her guard down and jumps at the opportunity to have an affair with a man she actually finds attractive for a change.
There’s just one problem. Jess discovers that she can’t have a simple romantic fling because true passion does indeed come with some very big strings attached to it. She will have to own up to her own truths about love and face the two extraordinary men; both troubled in their own ways and both determined to have her.
S. A. Wolfe lives with her wonderfully loud, opinionated children and awesome husband. She is a voracious reader and passionate about writing, and when those two activities don’t keep her locked away in her room, she loves hiking mountains as much as she adores all the thrills New York City has to offer.
#1
Carson takes a couple long strides and
is in my face before I can count to one. He has to lean over to be at my eye
level. He places his hands on the counter on either side of me so I’m trapped.
“He thinks you’re going to stay here for good. He thinks he has a chance with
you. I want you to be honest with him and explain that you’ll be going back to
your real life in New York.”
He moves so close to my face, I find
myself staring back into his beautiful eyes that never leave mine. He is
nothing like Dylan; I can see that in this moment. Carson is only three years
older than his brother; however, he might as well be twenty years older. He
carries a weight—a burden in him—that is marked by a serious, unwavering
demeanor. I think a part of me remembers this about him and another part of me
remembers trying to coax the fun side out of him. I know I have seen him laugh,
the memory is there, buried with all the other fuzzy images, yet right now, I
only see a man who is trying to look strong because there’s something that
worries him.
If he’s trying to be intimidating and
rouse my anxiety, it’s working. After a short stare-off between us, he moves
back. My small victory is that he seems to be at a loss for words, too.
#2
I’m still daydreaming when he stops
abruptly to pick up his toolboxand I bash right into his back. Perfect. Didn’t
I already do this with Dylan?
Carson drops the box and turns around to
catch me. “I’m sorry, did I do that?”
“No, it was me.” I rub my nose.
He’s holding me by the waist, pulling me
into him, but it’s not a déjà vu of Dylan. Carson is something else—something I
like very much—and I suspect that being torn between two men in my own
imaginary, lovelorn world is a sign of my immaturity. At least, that would be
the first thing my mother would say before she asks what they do for a living.
My hands are wedged between us, resting against his hard abdomen.
Carson doesn’t let go, as if he’s
thinking of something to say or thinking of pulling one of those fast Blackard
kisses. “This could be awkward,” he says and releases his grip on me while his
hands remain hovering by me.
I’m not sure if he’s having the same
thought as me, that a kiss would be awkward since I’m going out with Dylan, or
if it’s awkward because he sees me as some virginal geek and he’s never touched
one in person before. It’s awkward
because I’m over-thinking the whole scenario!
#3
Am I still so naïve and foolish that I
cannot truly see the wonderful man in front of me who cares about me?
I place my hands on Dylan’s chest and
feel his strong heartbeat underneath the thin T-shirt. He is so attractive that
I begin to consider lewd thoughts to dismiss my earlier anger. Without
deliberating further, I start taking off his T-shirt. He looks a little
bewildered, but assists in removing his shirt. I rub my hands up and down his
muscular torso and push him back towards the porch wall. Then Dylan watches as
I unbutton my blouse. A wanton expression overcomes his
face as I stand before him in my see-thru
lace demi bra. I step out of my skirt
and underwear and begin kissing him as I put my hand down his jeans,
aggressively groping his hardness.
“Okay,” Dylan rasps and then he turns me
around so my back is against the wall.
He unbuttons his jeans and pulls a
condom from his wallet then hoists me up using his weight and the wall to brace
me in place before he’s in me. I wrap my legs around his waist and move
frantically with his thrusts.
#4
Dylan’s reaction is evident. I’m at the
end of the hall in the kitchen doorway when Carson answers the door and Dylan’s
face drops. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hi, brother,” Carson greets him with a
smugness in his voice. “I was working on the kitchen and thought I’d stay for
dinner. I see you’re making your eggplant parm. Wouldn’t want to miss that.” He
holds the door open for Dylan who storms through with two bottles of wine in
each hand.
“Oh, fuck you,” Dylan snaps and head
towards me. He kisses me on the cheek.“Hi. So we’ve got company.” He shakes his
head at me.
“Here, let me open the wine.” Carson
squeezes between Dylan and me, grabbing the bottles. “You cook. Jess and I will
drink this fine vino you’ve brought us.”
“I didn’t bring it for you,” Dylan
counters.
Carson studies the wine label and raises
his eyebrows. “You’ve dropped an impressive little bundle on these two gems.
Can’t wait to drink it.”
Dylan ignores him and makes his way into
the kitchen where he begins to pull items
out of the fridge along with pots and
pans from the cupboards. I’m caught in the middle of some brotherly group
dynamic that is foreign to me, so I stay out of it and keep quiet.
Carson uncorks a bottle of wine with a
switchblade he pulls out of his pocket. I don’t know whether to be unnerved or
impressed that he carries a knife and knows how to open a bottle of wine with
it. He makes one slice around the seal, thuds the base of the bottle against
one of the vertical beams along the wall and then pulls the cork out with his
teeth. I’ve never seen anything like it. He looks even sexier merely by doing
that little move. His hands are full with the bottle in one hand and the knife
and cork in the other, so he pulls a kitchen chair out with his foot.
“Have a seat, milady, and join me in a
glass of the grape,” he mimics a thick Scottish brogue.
“Oh, please,” Dylan says over his
shoulder as he slams pans on the range.
I laugh and sit down. Carson smiles at
me and pours a tiny amount of the wine into a juice glass for me. I take a
little sip and nod approvingly. I know nothing about wine.
carina la trama, due uomini una sola donna.. le storie che amo di più! ;D
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