*SQUEEEEE*!!! I LOVED book #1 in this series (it made my best of 2015 list) and I can’t wait for this last book in the trilogy to be released so I can devour it!
Okay, and… this excerpt (for The Ground Rules: Undone (Book 3)) *might be* slightly spoiler-ish, but we don’t know where it’s going in the long run… so it doesn’t spoil the whole shebang.
In fact, reading this piece makes me even more excited to read the book ’cause there is SO much emotion and angst in just a small excerpt. It’s already everything I love.
And it’s coming out soon , so for all of you that have been holding out for the trilogy conclusion, you can start jumping in, ’cause relief is on its way!
Weston and Mirella
He shuts me up with a kiss. A chaste kiss. His lips are soft, tender. I pull him tighter to me and deepen the kiss, wanting so desperately to be close to him. I feel the need for him deep within, from my lips, to my heart.
But I can’t do this anymore. I need to be stronger than this. His hands hold my face softly as his tongue teases mine. I suck on his bottom lip and let go reluctantly. I grab his hands in mine and pull myself free.
“We can’t, Weston. I can’t do this.”
He fixes me with dark eyes, his breathing ragged. “I know you want this. I can feel it in the heat of your skin. I can see it in the flush of your cheeks. I can hear in the ragged edges of your voice. I can almost taste it.”
I pull my gaze away from his. He’s breaking me again.
“Just say no,” he says. “Just say the word, and I’ll back away. I’ll leave you alone.”
I can’t say the word. I want him to stay.
He pulls my mouth to his again and the sweet taste of him almost brings me to the edge.
I think about Gabe again. I know I need to be strong, bold.
I push him off me, tearing myself away. “No,” I snap. “No. We can’t do this.” My whole body trembles as I tell him, “You’ve got to stop this. You know the power you have over me. You know I’m putty in your hands. And you take advantage of it. You play me. You manipulate me with your beautiful face and your beautiful words. I want you to leave right now.”
He swallows hard. “The last thing I want to do is play you, Mirella.”
“Go!” I scream.
He stares down at the floor, at the strips of oak flooring beneath his feet and he doesn’t move or say anything for the longest time. He finally looks up at me. He looks absolutely torn. He reaches for the door handle and looks at me one last time. “I may eventually let go if that’s what you wish, but I will always love you.”
The door closes behind him and I crumble to the floor in tears. Those last few words were said with such conviction, such emotion. I know he was speaking the truth…absolutely, unequivocally. He truly believes that he will always love me.
I’m a part of him now.
And he is a part of me.