TELL ME HOW THIS ENDS by Victoria De La O
E-Original published
by Swerve
Publication Date:
November 1, 2016
ISBN: 9781250122087
Price: $3.99
Book Description
Brothers
Jude and Ryan McAllister are inseparable. When Jude stepped in to raise Ryan
after the death of their mother, it became them against the world. But the
scars it left were bone-deep. Then Lizzie Price comes along.
Lizzie hopes Ryan’s kindness can help heal her wounds from a toxic relationship. But when she meets Jude, their powerful attraction makes him difficult to resist. The problem is, Lizzie doesn’t realize Jude and Ryan are brothers, and they don’t know they’re falling for the same girl.
By the time the truth comes out, everyone is in too deep. Ryan is in love, Jude is in denial, and Lizzie wants both brothers. All of them agree that no one deserves to get hurt. But love and desire have a way of testing even the strongest bonds.
Lizzie hopes Ryan’s kindness can help heal her wounds from a toxic relationship. But when she meets Jude, their powerful attraction makes him difficult to resist. The problem is, Lizzie doesn’t realize Jude and Ryan are brothers, and they don’t know they’re falling for the same girl.
By the time the truth comes out, everyone is in too deep. Ryan is in love, Jude is in denial, and Lizzie wants both brothers. All of them agree that no one deserves to get hurt. But love and desire have a way of testing even the strongest bonds.
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Excerpt
I run my hand over
her hair and down one braid. She leans into it like a cat. Her face starts to
relax and her lips part. I want to kiss them, obviously, but I also want to
tuck her into a big bed with cool white sheets and a down comforter. I want to undo
each of those braids and untwine the strands one by one. I want to run her a
bath and help her step into it. My heart starts to beat harder, and the inside
of the car feels ten degrees hotter.
I want her. And I’m
pretty sure I’m going to do whatever I have to do to get her.
“So, is it serious
with frat boy, Elizabeth?”
Her eyes open and she
sits up. “He’s not in a fraternity. And no, but I’m hopeful. Why? Are you
renewing your generous offer from the other night?”
I hate the formal
tone in her voice. I use two fingers to turn her chin so we’re face-to-face.
“Yeah, that was a dick move. I’m a little sorry about that.”
“A little?”
“I was rude, but I
was being honest. If you and I keep running into each other, sex is a foregone
conclusion.”
“Wow. Did I somehow
lose my ability for higher reasoning when I wasn’t looking?”
Now I laugh, even
though I’m not in a humorous mood. I lean in closer and run my thumb over her
neck. “I can feel your pulse jumping. The hairs on your arms are standing up.
Your pupils are probably dilated. So are mine. There’s only one way for this to
go.” I stroke my thumb down lower and register the softness of her skin.
“You are the oddest
person,” she says, almost as if she’s talking to herself.
“Why’s that?” I wish
I didn’t want to know.
She does that
unnerving thing again where she thinks before answering.
“Why do you have to
make this into a hunt? Why don’t you admit that you’re lonely?”
I go cold, but my
heart races even faster. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I am.”
Her brow furrows.
“You made these rules the first time we met. Total honesty. I’m sorry if you
don’t like them anymore.”
I have her by the
shoulders now, and I’m locked on her like a snake to its prey. “Elizabeth, if
you keep talking, I’m going to kiss the hell out of you, and you know we won’t
stop there.”
I’m not bluffing. I
will take her right here in this car until she reveals her secrets. How does
she see me so clearly? What kind of man would I have to be to impress her?
She has to take a
second to breathe before she can answer. “I’m only a game to you.”
“I wish that were
true.” And then I kiss her.
My body registers her
heat, her skin, her scent. My stomach tightens, along with my dick. But that’s
just stimuli and response. Something is new—different. My brain starts to hum,
like white noise. My chest starts to tingle, and I think I’m having a panic
attack. It hurts, it feels good, it’s terrifying. I kiss her some more.
Finally, I move away,
and she puts her hand to her lips.
“God,” she whispers,
“I can’t do this. I don’t think I can survive you.”
I nod in agreement, because I know
exactly what she means. She thinks I’m dangerous to her orderly life. She has
no idea what she could do to mine.
Author Bio
VICTORIA DE
LA O is the award-winning author of the Tell Me romance trilogy, including Tell
Me How This Ends. A native of California’s Silicon Valley, she spends her time
raising two crazy kids with her husband, working at Stanford University,
arguing about films, and partaking in chicanery.
Website: http://www.victoriadelao.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/victoriadelao1
Twitter: https://twitter.com/victoriadelao3 /@victoriadelao3
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