After the Fall

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O pisateljici

Katy Ames obožuje dobre zgodbe in jih z ljudmi deli že odkar pomni. Vse od objav na blogu, knjig pa do dogodkov v živo. Najsrečnejša je, ko se lahko udobno namesti na svojem najljubšem naslonjaču in se prepusti branju, pri tem pa ni pomembno ali gre za ljubezenske zgodbe, poezijo ali kaj drugega. Pravi pa tudi, da se zraven nikakor ne brani bourbona.

Skupaj s parterjem in sinom živi v Washingtonu. Kadar ni zatopljena v branje in ustvarjanje nove zgodbe, se navdušuje nad različnimi vrstami sirov. Za svoj najljubši del dneva pa je razglasila pozne noči in lena jutra.

Katy je članica tako Romance Writers of America kakor tudi Washington Romance Writers.

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O knjigi After the Fall

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Originalen naslov: After the Fall
Avtorica: Katy Ames
Serija: Seven Winds, #2
Datum izida: September 11, 2017
Žanr: contemporary, romantika, stand-alone

Čeprav je knjiga del serije, se lahko bere tudi vsaka posamezno.

Če Grace Fitzgerald koga ne more videti, je to definitivno Mark Donovan.

Pregrešno lep, spogledljiv in čisto preveč aroganten. Mark je tipičen predstavnik moških, ki se obnašajo kot kreteni. Kot gost v njenem luksuznem hotelu pa bil Mark neznosen.

Grace je nova lastnica hotela in neznosen gost ji je predstavljal nočno moro. Nočno moro takšne vrste, ki ti sredi noči ne dovoli spati in namesto tega poskušaš misliti na vse drugo, kot pa na občutek njegovih ustnic na tvojih. In kako vabljivi so bili njegovi prsti na tvoji koži.

Po spletu okoliščin morata Mark in Grace začeti sodelovati in nič ju ni pripravilo na nesporno privlačnost, ki plamti med njima. Prav tako pa nista pripravljena na skrivnosti, ki se klatijo po hotelu.

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Želiš vpogled v knjigo After the Fall? Če bereš izključno v slovenščini, se ti res opravičujem, vendar v angleščini nisem tako podkovana, da bi ti lahko prevajala poglavja iz knjig. Če bi bila, bi se takoj vpisala na prevajalstvo.

Vendar verjamem, da se z malo truda lahko prebiješ skozi spodnje besedilo. Smile

“Mr. Donovan. This is Grace Fitzgerald from the Seven Winds Resort,” she shouted through the door, digging out her master key. “Is everything alright, sir?” The only answer was a loud thud. “Sir, I understand you’re having an issue.” Though not one that warranted so much noise, she thought. Steeling herself, Grace continued, “Mr. Donovan, I’m coming in.”

Grace swiped her key and pushed open the door, stepping into the luxuriously understated living room of the Seven Winds Villa. Looking around, Grace confirmed that nothing was glaringly wrong, at least not on the main floor.

Taking a second glance, Grace registered that the villa’s sole occupant had left a wide array of debris scattered across most of the available surfaces. More cups and a few plates of discarded food were stacked on the coffee table bracketed by the living room sofas. A laptop was open, its screen black, abandoned on the corner of a side table. As she made her way over to close its lid, Grace’s foot connected with something on the floor. Whatever it was rolled away, only coming to a halt when it encountered a throw pillow left carelessly near one window.

Grace scowled as she retrieved the bottle from the floor. Glenrothes 1970. The five- thousand-dollar bottle of Scotch was completely empty. Perhaps you should make sure he isn’t in the pool. Face down. On that morbid thought, she raced to the terrace beyond the French doors and checked the infinity pool on the patio below. Empty. Thank God.

At the same time, a loud crack split the air beneath her.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Grace dropped the forgotten bottle and ran down to the lower level. Whatever she’d expected to find on the ground floor of the resort’s most expensive villa, this wasn’t it.

There, sprawled on the ground, eyes closed, lips skewed in an off-kilter smile, wearing nothing more than a wrinkled pair of shorts, was Mark Donovan, co-founder and CEO of D&A International. Sinfully handsome, wildly successful, obscenely wealthy, unerringly cocky, undeniably brilliant, famously flirtatious. And, Grace was horrified to realize, unconscious and sporting a wicked cut above one eyebrow.

“Oh, no, no.” Grace rushed towards him and crouched over Mr. Donovan’s motionless form, her hands fluttering just above his face. Get a grip, Grace. Check to see if he’s breathing, check to make sure nothing is blocking his airways. She focused with a deep breath and shifted her brain to autopilot.

Grace’s pulse calmed substantially when she saw Mr. Donovan’s chest rise in a steady, heavy breath. Definitely not dead. Thank the good Lord. Grace tipped her head back in relief. Skimming her fingers across his forehead, she gingerly checked the cut to make sure nothing was lodged in it. The blood had stopped, a dark red trickle disappearing into the ashy-brown eyebrow that arched defiantly even then. Running an assessing glance across his head and body, Grace confirmed that other than the bruise blossoming beneath the cut, Mark appeared to be perfectly fine. Though unconscious.

An incoherent mumble broke free of his lips, followed by a muffled snore. Grace amended that last part. Not unconscious. Asleep.

Slumping back, Grace rearranged herself so she could sit more comfortably on the floor, her eyes fixed on her unwitting patient. Mark was stretched out and motionless, giving Grace an unparalleled view of his starkly beautiful face and meticulously sculpted body. His eyes were closed and Grace’s gaze wandered across the sharp ridges of his cheekbones and refined slope of his nose, both of which drew her attention down toward his wide, generous mouth, his lips parted, soft puffs of air brushing the strong, supple lines on every exhale.

Determined to ignore her sudden impulse to taste those lips, Grace shifted her eyes away. But she only got as far as the tanned skin of his neck, Mark’s pulse kicking with a regular rhythm at the base, just above the wide stretch of his collarbone. Refusing to stare, Grace attempted to focus on something innocuous. Like her cuticles, or the weave the carpet. Or the inviting water of the pool outside. But a particularly deep inhale dragged her back, this time her attention landing on the long planes of his broad chest, light wisps of blond hair dusting the hard curves that came to an abrupt halt against the repetitive ridges of his abdomen.

Grace, you need to stop staring. Seriously. Stop staring!

But Grace’s eyes had a mind of their own. She could hardly blame them. As Mark breathed, the play of the muscles across his stomach and sides was hypotonic, the slopes and dips elegantly formed, exquisitely defined. Grace’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as she tracked his torso to where it tapered into sharp angles before stretching beneath the waistband of his shorts. Of its own volition, Grace’s tongue slipped across her lower lip as she caught the hint of dark ink dancing across the shadow of one hipbone.

God help her, he was beautiful. Every delicious detail all the more enticing at that precise moment because his eyes weren’t flashing in disdain. And his voice wasn’t dripping with irritation. Mark Donovan, silent and still, was perfect.

Awake and entitled? Not so much.

“Typically, I expect a woman to buy me one drink, at least, before she gets to enjoy such an up-close and personal view.”

Grace squeaked in surprise and tried to scramble back, but Mark anchored one of her wrists in a warm, inflexible grasp.

“You had an accident. I found you on the floor. I was making sure you weren’t injured.”

Confusion, then recollection flashed in the deep indigo of his eyes. Pressing his free hand

to the bump on his forehead, he cocked his lips into a crooked grin. “From what I can tell, my injuries are up here. Not”—he nodded in the direction of his crotch—“down there.”

Nagradna igra

Sedaj pa še najboljši del. ZASTONJ KNJIGEEE Open-mouthed smile

Če izpolniš spodnjo ‘prijavnico’ sodeluješ v žrebu za (PAZI TO!), ne samo eno knjigo, ampak kar dve!

Kot si lahko videla je predstavljena knjiga After the Fall drugi del iz serije in vsi vemo, da preskakovanje knjig pač ni lepo hihi. Zato boš v primeru zmage zadela kar oba dela!

Nagradna igra poteka do 21. septembra 2017. Veliko sreče vsem!

  • za nagradno igro nisem odgovorna jaz. Vse zahvale gredo Giselle Cormier s strani Xpresso Book Tours, ki je organizirala celotno promocijo knjige.
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