Titre : VILLAIN
Série : Hero #1.5
Auteur : Samantha Young
Date de parution (VO) : 5 décembre 2017
Genre : Romance
Nadia Ray is not just a broadcast meteorologist. She’s Boston’s morning television It Girl. Successful and independent, she’s put a past she’s ashamed of behind her and is forging a future she can be proud of. However, when her new boss discovers her secret he blackmails her, intent on using Nadia’s popularity to make them the number one morning show in Massachusetts. He wants her to be part of uncovering the city’s biggest scandal – a secret billionaire Caine Carraway is hiding.
Soon Nadia is thrown into the path of Caine’s best friend: sexy, wealthy bachelor Henry Lexington. But she doesn’t encounter the dashing high society gentleman Henry is purported to be. Instead she’s faced with an insulting and defensive villain who misjudges her at every turn.
When Henry finally realizes the truth, and decides to make amends, Nadia wants nothing to do with him. But she underestimates his determination and charm and soon they find themselves embroiled in an intense, passionate affair.
An affair Nadia knows must come to an end before their feelings grow any deeper and he discovers her secrets.
After all, Henry Lexington isn’t the only one who played the part of a villain once…
MA NOTE : 5/5
Si vous avez lu et aimé Hero, VILLAIN est la « novella Companion » de ce roman.
C’était tellement bon que ça m’a donné envie de relire Hero pour retrouver Alexa et Caine.
J’ai déjà dit plusieurs fois que je ne suis pas particulièrement fan des récits des novellas, parce que je ne les trouve pas suffisamment longues pour qu’une intrigue soit suffisamment développée, ainsi que ses personnages.
Mais il y a des exceptions, et Villain en est une.
En plus j’adore l’écriture de Samantha Young.
Nadia était juste parfaite pour Henry.
Elle pouvait sembler timide ou soumise, mais elle s’avère en réalité quelqu’un de fort, courageux et profondément honnête.
Et que dire d’Henry… Excellent mélange homme d’affaires /mâle alpha, qui protège farouchement les siens, et dans cette histoire, il ne peut s’empêcher, après une première rencontre plus qu’hostile, de découvrir la véritable personnalité de Nadia, qui le séduit complétement.
L’auteure réussit à concentrer dans une novella tous les ingrédients d’une histoire où l’on plonge dès les premières pages : des personnages bien travaillés, une attirance irrésistible, des dialogues comme je les aime (Henry a un excellent sens de la répartie), et la passion qui monte, qui monte…
Le mélange parfait de drame, d’humour et de scènes torrides.
Une super lecture, rapide et très agréable du début à la fin, qui donne en plus envie de relire Hero.
Mais ce ne serait pas une première dans mon cas : après tout, j’ai relu plusieurs fois la série On Dublin Street.
Donc si vous aimez Samantha Young, foncez, vous retrouverez sa plume magique
Vous n’êtes pas fans de novellas ? Moi non plus, mais foncez aussi, l’auteure vous fera oublier qu’il s’agit d’un récit plus court, et vous refermerez le livre avec un sourire aux lèvres,
Que demander de plus ?
***Mes remerciements à l’auteure***
Voici à présent un EXTRAIT de Villain, histoire de vous mettre l’eau à la bouche 🙂
Henry got in next to me and threw me the kind of excited grin a child might at Christmas. “Ready?”
“This is quite the car.”
“The words say impressed; your tone does not.” He observed as he pulled on his seatbelt. “Is it the top? Do you want it up so it doesn’t mess your hair?”
“I don’t care about that.” I frowned, annoyed that he’d think I’d be that concerned with my appearance. “I care about how weird this is.”
As we pulled into traffic, Henry slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses. “What’s weird about two adults having lunch together?”
“Because forty-eight hours ago, we were enemies.”
“So melodramatic. We were merely mistaken about one another.”
“You were mistaken about me. I think I have you pegged accurately.”
“And that’s why we’re going to lunch because you don’t.” He shot me that sexy smirk. “You don’t know the good stuff.”
“Has anyone ever said no to you in your life?”
“Have you ever listened to them?”
Henry chuckled. “Rarely.”
His laughter and the sight of him driving this beautiful car with lazy confidence, his strong hands lightly resting on the wheel, those ridiculously hot sunglasses—it all affected me. Greatly. A sensuous ripple fluttered in my lower belly.
Dear God, I really wanted him.
The realization caused my breath to escape from me in a shudder, drawing his attention. Quite abruptly, I made a decision. “I’m just going to put it out there in case you’re planning to take me to a stupidly overpriced restaurant for lunch.”
“Okay.” He drew out the word, sounding amused and wary at the same time.
“I don’t particularly like you. In fact, you have become one of the villains in my story so far. I don’t want to date you and I doubt very much that you are interested in dating me. However, I also doubt that you feel so guilty about your treatment of me that you merely want to turn around my opinion of you. No, sir. I’m here because you’re attracted to me. That’s okay because apparently, I’m attracted to you too. You’re hot and it’s obnoxious but I can’t deny it.”
Henry’s mouth twitched like he was trying to suppress a smile. “Okay.”
“We’re attracted to each other or you wouldn’t have asked me out and I wouldn’t have let myself be manipulated into saying yes. But let’s not pretend this is something that it’s not with chivalry and a date. You want to fuck me. And I’m amenable to the idea. So let’s cut all the bullshit and just do it.”
“Jesus.” Henry almost ran into the back of a car that had stopped at the light, slamming hard on his brakes. He looked at me and even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I knew his expression was incredulous. “You’re amenable to the idea of me fucking you? Did I hear that right?”
I flushed. “I’m sure you’re used to women with gentler manners but I’m a straight talker. I don’t believe in flowering up a situation so as not to offend delicate sensibilities.”
The traffic moved forward and Henry didn’t speak.
In fact, he stayed silent for a while.
So long that I began to feel my cheeks burn with humiliation.
I’d read him wrong. He really did only want to make amends.
I wasn’t his type.
This month had been really, really bad for me.
Finally, he pulled up outside a pizzeria on Tremont Street. Once he killed the engine he took off his sunglasses and turned toward me. His expression was surprisingly sober as he intently studied my face, as if he hoped to find answers there. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low, deep, “I want you. But I don’t consider anticipation bullshit. We’re going to have lunch. And you’re going to agree to have lunch with me on Thursday. And then you’re going to agree to be my date to the Delaney Charity Ball this Saturday. After which we’ll go back to your apartment and I will happily fuck you into satisfied exhaustion.”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak because his last sentence turned me on, his words alone sparking delicious excitement deep in my belly.
What the hell would the rest of him do to me?
Of course, after a second or so of physical arousal, the rest of his words sunk in. “What?” I shook my head in confusion. “No. We don’t need to have lunch or go to a ball together.”
“No lunch dates, no date to the ball, no penis for you. And you don’t want miss out on my penis. It’s a good one.”
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