Synopsis:
Emma Walker was a writer who'd
lost herself to someone else's anger--who had given up on ever feeling like
herself again.
Evan Levesque was a rock-god--the one all the woman wanted, but he'd never gotten used to the loneliness between the stage and real life.
With just one cup of coffee they'll begin a journey of self-discovery at each others sides, but can Emma handle Evan's fame while dealing with her own demons? Emma's checkered personal past, a bad relationship that haunts the edges of her memories, threatens to make everything implode on them when Evan takes matters into his own hands.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul--Can Emma handle being put back together and facing who she's become because of it?
Evan Levesque was a rock-god--the one all the woman wanted, but he'd never gotten used to the loneliness between the stage and real life.
With just one cup of coffee they'll begin a journey of self-discovery at each others sides, but can Emma handle Evan's fame while dealing with her own demons? Emma's checkered personal past, a bad relationship that haunts the edges of her memories, threatens to make everything implode on them when Evan takes matters into his own hands.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul--Can Emma handle being put back together and facing who she's become because of it?
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-exactly-cassandra-giovanni/1115749708?ean=2940016768960
Excerpt:
I traced the outline of the beads on his neck showing through his v-neck t-shirt. "What does this symbolize?"
"Prayer beads."
I let my fingers follow the line of his
vein down his shoulder, over the flowers that dotted his upper arm and down to
his forearm. I turned it so I could trace the lion on the inside. "And
this?"
"Lions are bad ass."
"Seriously?"
He shrugged. "Unfortunately, not every
tattoo I have has a meaning."
"The roses?"
"My mom's favorite flower. I know
it's not original," he commented as he took my hand and put it over his
heart where the roses were. "But after everything my parents went through
with me I wanted something to symbolize them."
"Everything they want
through?" I asked as I let my fingers fan out across the shape of his
chest muscles before bringing them back up and playing with the tips of his
hair that were beginning to curl.
"I left home when I was sixteen to
record our first CD, went on tour at seventeen, and started tattooing the crap
out of myself at eighteen. I know I'm successful, but I can't say I think this
was what my parents wanted."
Evan had moved his head so he was
staring out at the ocean. I watched as the waves reflected in his eyes and his
chest heaved with a deep outlet of breath.
"I'm sure they're proud of
you," I tried to reassure him, but I could tell from the way his jaw
tightened that this was something he had been dealing with for a long time.
His eyes met mine and he reached up to
touch my face. "I know...but it doesn't change the fact I was their only
child, and I abandoned them for a life they never approved of."
"I'm not an excellent poster child
for things parents approve of either. There's so much guilt I deal with day to
day. I know that I hurt them," I explained, my voice diminishing to a
cracking whisper that was only just audible against the sound of the waves.
I closed my eyes, unable to bear the look on his face as I admitted,
"What's worse is the anger I feel at myself for it."
I felt Evan get up and kneel in front
of me, pulling my face to his own. I concentrated on the touch of his rough
finger tips, the smell of his heady Axe cologne and then the feel of his
forehead as it pressed against mine while I tried to calm my breathing.
"Tell me something..." his
voice drifted with the waves; "tell me why it feels like you're a part of
my soul?"
I opened my eyes to look into his,
watching as the yellow around his iris darkened to a burnt orange and the brown
faded to a muted green.
"Because you're a part of
mine."
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