Titolo: Silver Heart
Autore: Victoria Green
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: There comes a moment in everyone's life when they must decide which road leads to personal happiness. For Dylan Silver, this is that moment...
For the past twenty-two-years, Dylan has been living in her parents' carefully crafted world, always putting her own dreams on hold to play the role of a dutiful daughter.
So when her best friend coaxes her into a winter getaway to a mountain cabin, she sees it as a chance to forget about the responsibilities waiting for her at home. At least for a little while.
But then her past catches up to her--in the form of sexy snowboarder, Sawyer Carter.
Six years ago, Dylan bid goodbye to the only boy she ever truly loved. Now he's standing right in front of her, bringing up bittersweet memories and igniting suppressed desires as he dares her to be the person she has always wanted to be.
Dylan and Sawyer's unexpected meeting is a second chance, but will a girl who doesn't believe in fate and taking risks be able to overcome her fears of losing control and finally embrace the life she desperately wants?
Only one thing is certain: after a week in Whistler, Dylan's world will never be the same.
For the past twenty-two-years, Dylan has been living in her parents' carefully crafted world, always putting her own dreams on hold to play the role of a dutiful daughter.
So when her best friend coaxes her into a winter getaway to a mountain cabin, she sees it as a chance to forget about the responsibilities waiting for her at home. At least for a little while.
But then her past catches up to her--in the form of sexy snowboarder, Sawyer Carter.
Six years ago, Dylan bid goodbye to the only boy she ever truly loved. Now he's standing right in front of her, bringing up bittersweet memories and igniting suppressed desires as he dares her to be the person she has always wanted to be.
Dylan and Sawyer's unexpected meeting is a second chance, but will a girl who doesn't believe in fate and taking risks be able to overcome her fears of losing control and finally embrace the life she desperately wants?
Only one thing is certain: after a week in Whistler, Dylan's world will never be the same.
Victoria Green is a New Adult author who enjoys writing about unspoken love and second chances. She’s a travel junkie and a huge photography enthusiast. Her experience growing up a war-torn country has helped teach her the importance of living life to the fullest and appreciating every single day. She believes in true love, good chocolate, and great books. She lives in Canada with her high school sweetheart (though he's graduated to a fiancé now) and their pack of puppies, and also writes Young Adult novels under a different name.
#1
I made the dangerous mistake of running
my finger along his forearm over a swirl of black ink. His jaw tightened, but
he didn’t say anything. He just watched me explore the art on his body.
“This is my favorite.” I traced the tip
of my finger across two words that formed a cross. The word live ran down the length of his arm in a
vertical direction. It shared the letter i
with ride which intersected it
horizontally. “It describes you perfectly. You live to ride.”
“And ride to live,” he added.
He didn’t have to elaborate. I knew
exactly what he meant. Sawyer had started snowboarding as a means to get out of
his house and escape his father.
He shifted his weight and leaned back on
his arm. The sleeve of his t-shirt moved slightly, revealing another series of
letters.
“What does this say here?” I asked as I
lifted up his sleeve. It took every bit of strength and self-control I had
within me to hold in my gasp.
Silver.
“Is that…for that medal you won at the
X-Games a while back?” I managed to ask without letting my voice crack.
“Yeah. The X-Games,” his lips said, but
his eyes were telling a whole other story. His sad smile tore apart my heart,
but the words that followed sewed it back up. “There’s nothing better than a
silver medal.”
“Most normal people reach for gold,” I
told him, tugging his sleeve back down. Before I had a chance to pull my hand
away, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, locking it in place.
“Most normal people don’t know the value
of silver,” he said, gently caressing the sensitive skin above my pulse with
his thumb.
“We’re not talking about medals anymore,
are we?” I whispered, shivering under his touch.
He leaned in and lifted my chin up to his face,
once again taking my breath away with a single, scorching look. “Were we ever?”#2
Sawyer took off his jacket and wrapped
it around my shoulders, then lead me to a dim alley on the side of the bar,
gently resting my back against the cool brick wall.
“How can I help?” he asked as he stood
in front of me. His tall body shielded me from the wind, and it wasn’t long
before I began to regain some warmth.
I tilted up my chin toward him. “You
want to help? Then kiss me.”
His lips parted, and for a moment I
imagined he was going to press them against mine. He quickly tightened his jaw
and shook his head. “I can’t do that. You’re clearly tipsy.”
I rose up onto my tiptoes and grazed his
chin with my mouth. “Don’t make me ask again.”
He exhaled sharply. “Silver…”
“What?”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“So?” I challenged. “You’ve never kissed
a tipsy girl?”
“Sure I have. But you’re not just any girl.”
“Right now, I need to feel like one,” I
told him as I slowly ran my hands up the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles
and over his chest, finally wrapping them around his neck. “I need to feel
wanted. For me. All of me.”
“Shit.”
He groaned as my cold fingers entangled in his hair and tugged his face toward
mine.
I’d never been so vocal about my
desires. Pushed to the limits by Preston, and partly spurred on by the tequila
running through my veins, I felt courageous enough to demand what I wanted.
For
once in my life.
But it seemed like Sawyer wasn’t going
to give in that easily. He took my hands in his and held me at arm’s length.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. A war
between wickedly delicious lust and chivalrous constraint waged in his eyes. I
silently prayed for the lust to triumph. “I meant it, Silver. Are you really
okay?”
I buried my forehead in his chest and
inhaled his icy scent. “I’ve never been better,” I said, diminishing the space
between us. My skin heated feverishly upon contact with his body. “But I want
to lose control. Again. With you.”
“Goddammit, Silver, you can’t say things
like that,” he groaned.
“You’ve been telling me to let go, so
here I am—letting go,” I whispered, ignoring his protest. “I need you to catch
me.”
“I’m here,” he soothed.
Had
he always smelled so good?
“Please touch me, Sawyer.” I felt no
shame in begging. “Kiss me.”
“Silver…”
he growled in warning. “Stop talking. Please.”
“Then make me stop.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can.” My heart was in pain,
and he was the only one who could mend it.
Resting his hands on the wall behind me,
he buried his head in my hair and inhaled sharply. “The moment my lips connect
with yours, I won’t be able to stop myself from wanting all of you.” The husky
roughness in his voice sent an excited shiver down my spine.
“So do it,” I urged impatiently. “Consume me.
Devour me. Eat me.”#3
“I wish I could just crawl into your
brain and erase away the past,” I told him, trying to smile through the pain in
my heart.
My words seemed to shock him. He placed
his fingers under my chin, gently lifting it so that our eyes could meet.
“Don’t ever say that again. I wouldn’t let anyone to take away my past—no
matter how bad some parts of it had been.” He pulled my face closer to his,
resting his head against mine. “Because that would mean getting rid of you,
Silver.”
We stayed frozen in place for a while,
our foreheads touching lightly. Sawyer closed his eyes and inhaled deeply,
breathing me in. Overwhelmed by his proximity and his icy scent, my head began
to spin.
“But if we didn’t know each other you
wouldn’t have to worry about having the worst snowboarding student in all of
Whistler,” I finally said, breaking the tension.
His head rocked against mine as he chuckled.
“Shut up. You were great today.” Then he pulled away and reached for the sushi
container. “And you’ll be even better once we get some food in you.”
“Food?” I blurted out, unable to hide my
disappointment. It washed over me like a bucket of ice cold water. I had been
hoping for a different type of comfort. One which was less food-related and
more Sawyer-based. My body was still
tingling with the memory of what his skilled hands had done to me the night
before. As the images flooded my mind, my breathing quickened and my nipples
hardened, mounting under the fabric of the kimono.
I crossed my arms over my chest and took
a deep breath. “Let’s take the sushi to the living room and find a good
thriller to watch,” I suggested in an attempt to calm the excitement coursing
through me. Guns and explosions would keep my thoughts in check. If my body was
going to tingle, it may as well be from the thrill of a chase scene. Not
Sawyer’s panty-dropping gaze. “I saw a couple of new releases in the DVD
collection. I imagine action flicks are still your poison, right?”
“They are.” The right side of his lip
quirked up in a slow, crooked half-grin. “Though I’m surprised you’re not
championing The Notebook.”
“I only made you watch that with me
because Maddie was away the summer it came out,” I said defensively.
He chuckled. “The first time. But what
about all those other times I had to sit through it?”
“Cut me some slack. I was a
thirteen-year-old girl.” In like with
a guy I wasn’t even supposed to be hanging out with. Subconsciously, I may have
related to the star-crossed lovers portrayed in the film.
“And I was a fifteen-year-old guy,” he
retorted. “You should’ve known that blood and guts were much more important for
my development than kisses and love stories.”
“Well it’s a good thing that I’m going
to find a movie with enough blood and guts to make up for all those times I
made you watch a chick flick,” I shot back.
He shook his head in feigned
displeasure. “It’s too late now.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Because now...” His hands slid to the
side of my stool and dragged me closer to him so that his mouth was an inch
away from mine. “…I happen to enjoy kissing.”
My eyes dropped to his lips. “Is that
so? You like kissing girls?”
“I like kissing a girl.”
“Lucky girl.”
“Very lucky girl,” he replied as his
eyes darkened. “Especially since I want to do a lot more than just kiss her.”
His tongue snaked over his bottom lip in a predatory manner, causing my own
lips to part in response.
Though he wasn’t actually touching me, I
could feel the heat emanating from his body. It drew me in like a moth to a
flame. I wanted to dive into his fire, surrender myself to whatever pleasures
he was promising.
But then he doused that blaze by saying,
“I’ll wash the cherries, you get the sushi, and let’s get started on that
movie.”
What?
No, no, no! I wanted to get back to the kissing
talk.
“I’m not that hungry.” I ran my fingers
through my hair in an attempt to regain my composure.
“Why do you look so disappointed?”
“It’s just that…”
Why
was I feeling let down? And so freaking turned on?
“Were you expecting me to say something
else instead?” His fingers drifted to the side of my neck, as his thumb grazed
over my bottom lip, tugging at the soft, plump flesh.
“Something along the lines of: ‘I’ll rip
your clothes off, you kiss me with that pretty little mouth, and let’s fuck
right here on top of this counter.’?” His grip tightened and he drew my mouth
closer to his. “Is that what you want, Silver?”
A lustful ache spread between my thighs,
ripping through my entire body. Excitement rocked the depths of my stomach,
tearing into my chest, slipping past my lips in form of a small, pleading moan.
“Is that a yes?” His breath teased my
lips with each word.
Afraid that I would be unable to form a
coherent sentence, I simply nodded. It was an eager, hungry nod, and my heart
hammered against my ribcage in anticipation of his next move.
And that’s when he pulled away. He
detached his hand from my face and took a step back, replacing the heat of his
body with an empty coldness.
“First, I’m going to make you sit through two
long hours of an action flick,” he said, smirking devilishly. “As payback for The Notebook.”
