Live Me ~ a Pieces of Broken novel by Celeste Grande
Publication date: October 27th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Shattered…
How can you begin to live again when you’ve already been forced to…die?
Evangelina Ricci is trapped in a world that’s a never-ending nightmare, a constant ache in which consumes her every breath. Unable to bear the torture any longer, she does the one thing she can to take back control.
Run.
With her best friend Jace in tow, Evangelina attempts to escape her darkened past by leaving for college and diving head first into an aggressive schedule, determined with everything she is to make a name for herself. There’s only one problem—she can’t run away from the demons she struggles with. The demons that’ll forever be there, locked inside, battering her soul. Hiding behind a flawless faรงade, Evangelina faces her ghosts until her world is turned upside down, invaded by…him.
Blake Turner. Sweet, witty, flirtatious and drop-dead gorgeous, he finds Evangelina at every turn. Scared he’ll uncover the truth she keeps so well guarded, Evangelina tries her best to put on her act, deterring him like she has so many times before—only this guy’s different. He’s relentless. Utterly, absolutely and completely relentless. He sees her and he wants her and won’t stop until she’s his.
Will Evangelina succeed in pushing Blake away? Or will he break down her walls and be the person to make her realize life is worth living?
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Staring at my
booklet, I was oblivious to the fact he’d inched closer to me during our
testing session.
His warm breath at the soft spot below my ear made my belly clench. He pressed
his chest against my side and pointed to the page in front of me. “Also,
see right here where you keep using the same words over and over? That’s called
an echo. You need to find other words and substitute them. It’ll flow better
and be easier to read,” he whispered, burrowing his nose into my hair.
My head tilted into him, his pull on me as magnetic as ever. I swallowed long
and hard, willing my lungs to cease their need for oxygen so I didn’t have to
breathe in his intoxicating scent. “You’re in my personal space.” Damn
my voice for sounding so shaky.
He brushed his nose down the side of my neck. “I just wanted to be sure
not to disturb anyone else. We are in a library, after all.”
“I can assure you, you don’t have to be that close in order for them not to
hear you.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and sensual. “True, but it was a good excuse
to get close to you for as long as I could get away with it.” He dragged
his lips up the length of my neck and nipped my earlobe.
I gasped. “What’re you doing?”
“It’s Tuesday.” He smiled and chomped down on his jaw, reminding me of
when we’d first met and that he too bites on Tuesdays.
Although my body was reeling, I covered it up with a burst of laughter, then
quickly stifled it under my palm. “Remind me to steer clear of you on
Tuesdays then. Sheesh. I didn’t know I needed to take you seriously if I didn’t
want to become your next meal.”
He leaned dangerously close, forcing me to bend back so far in my chair the top
of it bit into my shoulder blades. “Angel, I would make you the appetizer,
main course and dessert if you’d let me. You have no idea what
my mouth is capable of. I would devour you inch by delicious fucking inch, and
lick my fingers clean afterwards.”
I was wordless, unable to form a coherent thought. Even here, in a library, he
had my heart pounding and my hormones raging. I itched to plunge my fingers
into his hair and pull his mouth to mine. This attraction was all-consuming and
it was becoming harder and harder to say no.
“You just let me know when you’re ready.” His eyes flicked to my lips, and
my cheeks turned to flames.
“Why do you do this to me?” My voice gave away my weakness.
His serious gaze never faltered. He almost looked pained and the sincerity in
his words shocked me. “I need you to know how I feel, Angel. I’ll try
every chance I get to convince you you’re made for me. No regrets. I’ve never
felt this way about anyone before, and I can’t just ignore it. Whether you
admit it or not, I can tell you’re drawn to me, too. You just keep fighting
it.” He moved closer still, pinning me to the pressed wood at my
back. “Give into it, to this.” He brushed his fingertips along my jaw
and my eyes fluttered closed.
I took a fortifying inhale but didn’t move from his touch. “Why don’t you
stop? You’re relentless.”
“I
can’t, I told you. As long as you’ll have me around, I’ll never stop. Not until
you're mine. You should just accept that you want me already so we can move on
from here.” With a confident smirk, he ghosted his fingers down my arm and
squeezed my hip.
How did he always get the upper hand? I swallowed hard and my voice came out in
a barely audible whisper, “You forget I have a—”
“Boyfriend?” He scoffed. “Yeah, I’ve heard. You forget,
I don’t really care. Let me ask you this, where is he, Evangelina? Not a very
worthy adversary if you ask me. How can he go weeks on end without seeing you?
Hell, I can barely stay away from you now. I’d rather not hear about your poor
excuse for a man anymore. You need a real man.” He snaked his hand through
the hair at the nape of my neck and inched me close. “One who’s right
here. Flesh and blood. Who can take care of you.” He dragged his knuckles
along my cheek and scraped his thumb across my bottom lip.
Lost in the weight of his eyes, and the possessiveness of his touch, I fought
to tear my gaze from his. Looking down in my lap, I toyed with a thread hanging
from my shirt. “I told you … He’s away.”
His focus darted from my pouted lip up to my eyes as he analyzed me. A
disbelieving humph escaped his lips. Then he backed away,
taking his heat with him, and didn’t say anything more.
Celeste Grande grew up loving words. From an early age, it was easy for her to open her heart through pen and paper and come away with something poetic. She never thought anything more than releasing her emotions would come of it though. A workaholic that can’t keep still, in her ‘real’ life, she’s a Certified Public Accountant who dreams of writing sexy books all day long. When she isn’t working, she’s reading, writing, mommying and being a wifey to the love of her life.She lives in New York, still putting pen to paper and anxiously awaiting the debut of her first novel, Live Me, a new adult romance, in October of 2015.
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