TELL ME
HOW THIS ENDS by Victoria De La O
E-Original published by
Swerve
Publication Date: November
1, 2016
ISBN: 9781250122087
Price: $3.99
Book Description
Brothers Jude and
Ryan McAllister are inseparable. When Jude stepped in to raise Ryan
after the death of their mother, it became them against the world.
But the scars it left were bone-deep. Then Lizzie Price comes
along.
Lizzie hopes Ryan’s kindness can help heal her wounds from a toxic relationship. But when she meets Jude, their powerful attraction makes him difficult to resist. The problem is, Lizzie doesn’t realize Jude and Ryan are brothers, and they don’t know they’re falling for the same girl.
By the time the truth comes out, everyone is in too deep. Ryan is in love, Jude is in denial, and Lizzie wants both brothers. All of them agree that no one deserves to get hurt. But love and desire have a way of testing even the strongest bonds.
Lizzie hopes Ryan’s kindness can help heal her wounds from a toxic relationship. But when she meets Jude, their powerful attraction makes him difficult to resist. The problem is, Lizzie doesn’t realize Jude and Ryan are brothers, and they don’t know they’re falling for the same girl.
By the time the truth comes out, everyone is in too deep. Ryan is in love, Jude is in denial, and Lizzie wants both brothers. All of them agree that no one deserves to get hurt. But love and desire have a way of testing even the strongest bonds.
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Excerpt
I run my hand over her hair and
down one braid. She leans into it like a cat. Her face starts to
relax and her lips part. I want to kiss them, obviously, but I also
want to tuck her into a big bed with cool white sheets and a down
comforter. I want to undo each of those braids and untwine the
strands one by one. I want to run her a bath and help her step into
it. My heart starts to beat harder, and the inside of the car feels
ten degrees hotter.
I want her. And I’m pretty sure
I’m going to do whatever I have to do to get her.
“So, is it serious with frat
boy, Elizabeth?”
Her eyes open and she sits up.
“He’s not in a fraternity. And no, but I’m hopeful. Why? Are
you renewing your generous offer from the other night?”
I hate the formal tone in her
voice. I use two fingers to turn her chin so we’re face-to-face.
“Yeah, that was a dick move. I’m a little sorry about that.”
“A little?”
“I was rude, but I was being
honest. If you and I keep running into each other, sex is a foregone
conclusion.”
“Wow. Did I somehow lose my
ability for higher reasoning when I wasn’t looking?”
Now I laugh, even though I’m
not in a humorous mood. I lean in closer and run my thumb over her
neck. “I can feel your pulse jumping. The hairs on your arms are
standing up. Your pupils are probably dilated. So are mine. There’s
only one way for this to go.” I stroke my thumb down lower and
register the softness of her skin.
“You are the oddest person,”
she says, almost as if she’s talking to herself.
“Why’s that?” I wish I
didn’t want to know.
She does that unnerving thing
again where she thinks before answering.
“Why do you have to make this
into a hunt? Why don’t you admit that you’re lonely?”
I go cold, but my heart races
even faster. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I am.”
Her brow furrows. “You made
these rules the first time we met. Total honesty. I’m sorry if you
don’t like them anymore.”
I have her by the shoulders now,
and I’m locked on her like a snake to its prey. “Elizabeth, if
you keep talking, I’m going to kiss the hell out of you, and you
know we won’t stop there.”
I’m not bluffing. I will take
her right here in this car until she reveals her secrets. How does
she see me so clearly? What kind of man would I have to be to impress
her?
She has to take a second to
breathe before she can answer. “I’m only a game to you.”
“I wish that were true.” And
then I kiss her.
My body registers her heat, her
skin, her scent. My stomach tightens, along with my dick. But that’s
just stimuli and response. Something is new—different. My brain
starts to hum, like white noise. My chest starts to tingle, and I
think I’m having a panic attack. It hurts, it feels good, it’s
terrifying. I kiss her some more.
Finally, I move away, and she
puts her hand to her lips.
“God,” she whispers, “I
can’t do this. I don’t think I can survive you.”
I
nod in agreement, because I know exactly what she means. She thinks
I’m dangerous to her orderly life. She has no idea what she could
do to mine.
Author Bio
VICTORIA DE LA O
is the award-winning author of the Tell Me romance trilogy, including
Tell Me How This Ends. A native of California’s Silicon Valley, she
spends her time raising two crazy kids with her husband, working at
Stanford University, arguing about films, and partaking in chicanery.
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