Extraits

Les premières pages du livre:

http://fr.calameo.com/read/002898756569154ffa21d

(...) I just don’t know what we’re doing, but the way he kisses me feels like I’m his crack and he gets high on me. As soon as we hit the bed, his mouth fuses with mine and doesn’t let go. His arms hold me pinned to his body as if I ground him. I feel like his anchor, and he feels as powerful and exciting as a free fall.

Durant la première rencontre entre Remy & Brooke <3 :

The crowd goes crazy, calling all the way to the lobby, “Riptide! Riptide!” and then they fall completely quiet, as though something unscripted has just happened. I wonder about the eerie silence when pounding footsteps echo at my back. A warm hand engulfs mine, and the touch frissons through me as I’m spun around with surprising force.

“What the…” I gasp in confusion, and then stare into a sweaty male chest, and up into glowing blue eyes. My senses reel out of control. He’s so close the scent of him tears through me like a shot of adrenaline.

“Your name,” he growls, panting, his eyes wild on mine.

“Uh, Brooke.”

“Brooke what?” he snaps out, his nostrils flaring.

His animal magnetism is so powerful I think he just took my voice. He’s in my personal space, all over il, absorbing it, absorbing me, taking my oxygen, and I can’t understand the way my heart is beating, the way I stand here, shivering with heat, my entire body focused on the exact spot his hand is wrapped around me.

When he glances at my lips. When he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I know we’re just sending our adrenals to hell, doing this. Keeping the output of this lust is just not healthy, but I can’t stop him. In fact I want more. I want him to stop because we’re suffering and I want him to go on until I lie dead in his arms, burnt to ashes from my want of him.

I want him. Every hour, minute, and second.

I wanted him that first night, when I tried to brainwash myself and pretend I didn’t. And now I want him like I want to breathe, to eat, to live a happy life, to see my sister again, to be satisfied in my job. I want him like I want to live my present without any fear whatsoever of what may, or may not, happen tomorrow.

I can’t explain why I’m so nervous at the thought of seeing him again.

I think I like him, and I dislike that I do.

I think I want him, and I hate that I do.

Dans notre petite bulle:

Extrait n°1: Quand Brooke voit Remington pour la 1ère fois sur le ring:

I can see he thinks he's the ultimate creation, and he seems to believe every woman here is his Eve, created from his ribcage for him to enjoy. I'm both aroused and infuriated, and this is the most confusing feeling I've ever felt in my life.

Je vois bien qu'il se prend pour la plus belle création, et il semble croire que chaque femme ici est son Eve, créée à partir d'une de ses côtes pour qu'il en profite. Je suis à la fois excitée et furieuse, et c'est le sentiment le plus confusant que j'aie jamais ressenti dans ma vie.

Extrait n°2: Remington expliquant à Brooke pourquoi ils ne vont pas plus loin...

I'm every woman's adventure, damn you, and I don't want to be yours. I want to be your fucking REAL. You get that? If I fuck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me-not Riptide!

Je suis l'aventure de toutes les femmes, bordel, et je ne veux pas être la tienne. Je veux être ton putain de VRAI. Tu comprends ça? Si je te baise, je veux que tu m'appartiennes. Que tu sois à moi. Je veux que tu te donnes à moi - pas à Riptide!

Extrait n°3: sans commentaire...

We taste and suckle each other, and I'm so thirsty he could feed me his kiss all night and I'd still be dying in the desert.

On se goûte et se tête l'un l'autre, et j'ai tellement soif qu'il pourrait me nourrir de ses baisers toute la nuit que je mourrais toujours de soif dans le désert.