The Kiss Thief – L.J. Shen (chronique + extrait VO)

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Auteur : L.J. Shen

Date de parution (VO) : 9 janvier 2019

Genre : romance contemporaine



Trame (VO):

They say your first kiss should be earned.

Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky.

They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred.

Mine were broken before we left church.

They say your heart only beats for one man.

Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end.

I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit.

Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

They say that all great love stories have a happy ending.

I, Francesca Rossi, found myself erasing and rewriting mine until the very last chapter.

One kiss.
Two men.
Three lives.
Entwined together.

And somewhere between these two men, I had to find my forever.


À 19 ans, Francesca Rossi est la future héritière de l’un des plus grands clans mafieux de Chicago.

Son avenir est tout tracé : celui d’une femme et mère dévouée.

Elle étouffe un peu dans sa cage dorée, et attend avec impatience que le jeune Angelo se décide enfin à la courtiser officiellement, et à lui donner son premier baiser.

Car dans sa famille, les femmes se transmettent une petite boîte renfermant des messages censés leur donner des pistes sur le futur homme de leur vie.

Et apparemment, le sien doit lui donner ce premier baiser…

Wolfe Keaton est un sénateur au futur très brillant mais qui cache un secret, sans doute étroitement lié à son désir de lutter contre le crime et la corruption…

Leurs chemins vont se croiser lors d’un bal masqué.

L’hostilité est immédiate, surtout du côté de Keaton, qui prend un malin plaisir à ridiculiser la jeune Francesca et sa vie privilégiée.

Mais Francesca trouve un peu de répit en dansant enfin avec son bel Angelo.

Leur premier baiser est pour ce soir, c’est sûr !

Intrigues mafieuses

Ambitions politiques

Premier baiser volé

Quels autres messages renferme cette boîte ?

Et pourquoi ce cynique Keaton fait-il cette offre si inattendue au père de Francesca ?

Je ne veux pas en dire plus sur l’intrigue, je ne citerai donc que ces quelques lignes :

A story of Nemesis and a villain with no chance at a happy ending.
Where the Prince doesn’t save the princess
He tortures her.
And the beauty doesn’t sleep.
She’s stuck.
In a nightmare.


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MA NOTE : 5/5

Oui, vous l’avez deviné, LJ Shen a encore assuré !

Je crois que nous sommes devant son meilleur livre jusqu’ici.

Ne vous méprenez pas, RUCKUS/Devious aura toujours une place toute particulière dans mon petit cœur, mais Wolfe…

Préparez-vous à VOULOIR vous faire dévorer toutes crues par le Grand Méchant « Wolfe » !

Des héros qui se déchirent et pourtant s’attirent irrémédiablement

Sur fond de gangs mafieux, de préjugés sociaux, d’apparences très trompeuses, de passés tragiques.

Vous aurez assez souvent envie d’étrangler un personnage, puis l’autre, mais vous ne vous y attacherez que plus profondément.

Les échanges entre Francesca et Wolfe sont le top de la fine ligne qui sépare la « haine » de la passion, il est cynique, sans pitié mais bien sûr, les murs sont faits pour être abattus, et la jeune Francesca, qui semble si fragile et inexpérimentée pourrait bien nous prouver à quel point elle peut être forte, par ses convictions, ses actes et les petits gestes.

Mais le drame, les trahisons et les larmes sont plus que jamais au rendez-vous !

Préparez-vous à vous agenouillez devant le grand méchant loup !

THE THIEF KISS sera sans aucun doute l’un des plus gros succès de cette nouvelle année alors foncez !

***Mes remerciements à l’auteure***


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Extrait (VO) / EXCERPT


“Are you sure you’re on my card?” I turned to the man with a polite yet distant smile. I was still disoriented from the exchange with Angelo when the stranger pulled me against his hard body and pressed a possessive hand lower than socially acceptable on my back, a second from groping my butt.

“Answer me,” I hissed.

“My bid on your card was the highest,” he replied dryly.

“The bids are undisclosed. You don’t know how much other people have paid,” I kept my lips pursed to keep myself from yelling.

“I know it’s nowhere near the realm of what this dance is worth.”


We began to waltz around the room as other couples were not only spinning and mingling but also stealing envious glances at us. Naked, raw ogles that told me that whomever the blonde he’d come to the masquerade with was, she wasn’t his wife. And that I might have been all the rage in The Outfit, but the rude man was in high demand, too.

I was stiff and cold in his arms, but he didn’t seem to notice—or mind. He knew how to waltz better than most men, but he was technical, and lacked warmth and Angelo’s playfulness.

“Nemesis.” He took me by surprise, his rapacious gaze stripping me bare. “Distributing glee and dealing misery. Seems at odds with the submissive girl who entertained Bishop and his horsey wife at the table.”

I choked on my own saliva. Did he just call the governor’s wife horsey? And me submissive? I looked away, ignoring the addictive scent of his cologne, and the way his marble body felt against mine.

“Nemesis is my spirit animal. She was the one to lure Narcissus to a pool where he saw his own reflection and died of vanity. Pride is a terrible illness.” I flashed him a taunting smirk.

“Some of us could use catching it.” He bared his straight white teeth.

“Arrogance is a disease. Compassion is the cure. Most gods didn’t like Nemesis, but that’s because she had a backbone.”

“Do you?” He arched a dark eyebrow.

“Do I…?” I blinked, the courteous grin on my face crumpling. He was even ruder when we were alone.

“Have a backbone,” he provided. He stared at me so boldly and intimately, it felt like he breathed fire into my soul. I wanted to step out of his touch and jump into a pool full of ice.

“Of course, I do,” I responded, my spine stiffening. “What’s with the manners? Were you raised by wild coyotes?”

“Give me an example,” he said, ignoring my quip. I was beginning to draw away from him, but he jerked me back into his arms. The glitzy ballroom distorted into a backdrop, and even though I was starting to notice that the man behind the demi-mask was unusually beautiful, the ugliness of his behavior was the only thing that stood out.

I am a warrior and a lady…and a sane person who can deal with this horrid man.

“I really like Angelo Bandini.” I dropped my voice, slicing my gaze from his eyes and toward the table where Angelo’s family had been seated. My father was sitting a few seats away, staring at us coldly, surrounded by Made Men who chatted away.

“And see, in my family, we have a tradition dating back ten generations. Prior to her wedding, a Rossi bride is to open a wooden chest—carved and made by a witch who lived in my ancestors’ Italian village—and read three notes written to her by the last Rossi girl to marry. It’s kind of a good luck charm mixed with a talisman and a bit of fortunetelling. I stole the chest tonight and opened one of the notes, all so I could rush fate. It said that tonight I was going to be kissed by the love of my life, and well…” I drew my lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, peering under my eyelashes at Angelo’s empty seat. The man stared at me stoically, as though I was a foreign film he couldn’t understand. “I’m going to kiss him tonight.”

“That’s your backbone?”

“When I have an ambition, I go for it.”

A conceited frown crinkled his mask, as if to say I was a complete and utter moron. I looked him straight in the eye. My father taught me that the best way to deal with men like him was to confront, not run. Because, this man? He’d chase.


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