THE REAL – Kate Stewart (chronique + extrait)

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Titre : THE REAL

Auteur : Kate Stewart

Date de parution (VO) : 12 avril 2018

Genre : romance contemporaine



Trame (VO) :

They say it happens when you least expect it.

 It did for me.

 It started the moment I saw the simple message pop up on my computer screen:

 Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

 And when I met the eyes of the gorgeous man messaging me from across the coffee shop, I never thought my reply would lead to the most intense, sexual, and passionate relationship of my life.

 We both agreed to check our bags at the door and put our future hopes and aspirations on the table.

 It worked.

 I fell in love with his no holds barred attitude, sexy smirk, and undeniably good heart . . . and for a while we forgot about our baggage. We happily tripped over it to get to the other, neither of us willing to show the contents of our pasts in the off chance it could ruin us.

We built our love on a foundation of gray.

It was life in black and white that threatened to tear us apart.


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Abbie ressort d’une très mauvaise expérience amoureuse. elle s’est isolée dans une routine boulot-séries TV et une curieuse obsession pour les documentaires sur les serial killers.

Elle n’en est pas moins une jeune femme intelligente, belle et excellente professionnelle, dans son job de consultant financier.

Elle adore son amie Bree (qui vous fera mourir de rire), mais elle se sent seule aussi, et l’ombre de son ex plane encore sur elle…

Elle tente de se remettre doucement, se soucie des siens et d’autrui, remarque même l’absence du SDF qui fait habituellement la manche près de son petit café préféré.

C’est justement dans ce café que se déroule LA RENCONTRE qui va tout changer, par chat interposé, avec le beau Cam.

L’attirance est immédiate, mais les murs émotionnels demeurent.

Et si Cam se montre peut-être plus « entreprenant » au début, même séparés par leurs écrans, on sent bien qu’ils ont tous les deux des bagages.

Des bagages qu’ils se proposent de laisser sur le pas de la porte pour découvrir ce qui peut arriver entre eux…

Mais le temps viendra où il faudra renoncer à la protection de ces murs, oser aborder ces « bagages », et donc accepter de vivre dans la réalité.

Mais cette histoire qui s’est bâtie sur un terrain « neutre » pourra-t-elle survivre à la réalité ?


MA NOTE : 5/5

Kate Stewart est réellement un auteur de talent, capable d’écrire des romances légères comme Tout Sauf Mineur, ou plus dramatiques comme La Voie du Courage, mais The Real est sans aucun doute mon livre préféré.

C’est à la fois original, avec cette rencontre entre Cam et Abbie, en plein bar, c’est romantique, avec un Cam incarnant l’homme idéal, ce parfait mélange de gentleman séducteur et d’amant fougueux,  et une Abbie blessée mais forte, drôle…

Il est impossible de ne pas devenir accro à cette histoire dès leur premier échange.

Et nous plongeons dans une histoire d’amour pleine d’humour, de tendresse et de passion.

J’adore la plume de Kate Stewart, c’est efficace, avec les mots justes à chaque fois, on ne tombe jamais dans les clichés ni le romantisme « naïf », et on ne s’ennuie jamais, parce qu’il y a beaucoup de trop de sentiments, de moments doux, passionnés, de retournements, c’est une lecture que je recommande parce qu’elle est complètement addictive, du début à la fin.

Et l’épilogue et juste parfait !



****EXTRAIT (VO)****

Cameron’s Mac: Hi.

I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.

Abbie’s Mac: Hi.

Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.

Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.

Abbie’s Mac: Ok?

He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.

Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.

Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.

He lifted a brow and bit his lip.

Cameron’s Mac: I see that.

Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?

Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!

Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.

You idiot.

His brows drew tight with his frown.

Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?

My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.

Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.

His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.

Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!

Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.

Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?

I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.

He read my message and shrugged as he typed.

Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.

He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?

Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?

I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.
“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?

He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.

“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.

“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.

“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”

He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.

I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.

Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.

Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.

“At least let me buy your next cup.”

After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.

Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.

Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??

As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.

“I’ll see you.”

“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.

Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!

Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.

Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.


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