I kolejne premiery z zagranicy na dziś. "Rescuing Broken" Giny Azzi. Moim zdaniem książka nadaje się idealnie np. dla fanek Brittainy C. Cherry. Więcej informacji o książce: BLURB He thought he protected her future. But she never escaped her past. I enlisted so Evie could have the future she deserved. She was smart and sweet and confident; I knew she would change the world. Until I returned seven years later to discover she’s never left. And she’s not the same girl I kissed good-bye. Heartbroken over Jax, I went to my last high school party for closure. In one instant, my dreams evaporated and everything I thought I knew crumbled. Helpless to move forward, I watched the years pass. Now he’s back. But I’m too broken for second chances. I’m too broken for him. GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40027286-rescuing-broken PURCHASE LINKS – 99c for a VERY limited time! US: http://1click.bz/RescuingBrokenUS UK: http://1click.bz/RescuingBrokenUK CA: http://1click.bz/RescuingBrokenCA AU: http://1click.bz/RescuingBrokenAU B&N: http://bit.ly/RescuingBrokenNook Kobo: http://bit.ly/RescuingBrokenKoboUS iBooks: http://bit.ly/RescuingBrokeniBooks2 Google Play: http://bit.ly/RescuingBrokenGPlay Also available in paperback: https://amzn.to/2JnBeIN EXCERPTS #1 I can't believe it's her. Even with her back to me, I can tell. I know the outline of her body, the way her dark hair falls around her shoulders, the delicate curve of her neck. Eons could pass, and still I would know her. My eyes narrow at her thin frame, note the way her shoulders poke through the fabric of her shirt. She turns toward me then and I realize her skin is two shades too pale and a heavy tiredness hugs are eyes. She’s my Maywood, but not. I feel bulldozed. As if the universe is playing a masterful trick on me. Is it really her? So much time and space are between us; we're different people than we once were, and still it's as if I'm transported back to high school, walking onto the football field. And instead of thinking about the next play, I'm trying to figure out how to approach and impress the beautiful girl that is so far out of my league, a ninety-yard Hail Mary couldn't bring her closer. Her gaze sweeps over me suddenly, her eyes meeting mine as I stand, my focus zeroed in on her. She freezes, her shoulders stiffening. "You sure about this, Jax?" I take another step, walking toward her. A flicker of uncertainty in her deep blue eyes has me pausing for just a second. Her face is impassive as she looks away. If it weren't for the clenching of her hands and her tight grip on the underside of the bar, I wouldn't think I affected her at all. But I know I do. I always have. #2 It's the scar that causes me to falter, the sight of it, long and thin and pale, hooking around his left eyebrow like a jab. Like the ones he threw so many years ago on the football field. Back before I really knew him. Back before I fell in love with him. Sometimes, it seems like yesterday and other times, another life completely. And yet staring at the man before me, tracing his scar with my eyes, it still takes a full minute for me to realize that it's him. Undeniably so. Jaxon Kane has returned home. And I've never left.
Zaloguj się, aby dodać komentarz.
Zawartość serwisu chroniona jest polskim i międzynarodowym prawem autorskim.
Prawa do wszystkich treści zamieszczonych na stronach Serwisu zastrzeżone są na rzecz ich autorów.
Korzystanie z Serwisu oznacza akceptację regulaminu oraz polityki prywatności.
Copyright © 2018 promujbloga.pl
Wszystkie prawa zastrzeżone.