Title (Naslov): WAITING FOR MY QUEEN
BLURB (OPIS)
Emilia ━
All I've ever wanted was to marry for love.
But girls like me don't have that luxury.
We are used as pawns in a game we can't control.
The game? It's called Mafia.
I was foolish enough to try to change the rules...and I lost.
Luca ━
She was promised to me years ago.
And he dared to take her from me.
Dared to touch what was mine.
I put an end to that.
Emilia ━
My beloved's killer placed a ruby ring on my finger and called me his queen.
But that red gem symbolizes something different for me.
It represents the blood shed by those I love most.
Hell was empty day we wed.
Because the devil was standing before me and said "I do."
Luca ━
I saw her as a possession.
A shiny toy I didn't want other boys to play with.
But she's so much more.
Beautiful and brave and strong and broken all at once.
She tasted like everything I've never wanted.
Emilia ━
Hidden and patient.
I wait for the perfect time to seek my revenge.
But slowly, I feel him possessing me.
His heart is full of darkness... and I still want every inch of him.
Hard as I try, I can't escape loving this beautiful monster.
Luca ━
I'm waiting patiently because I already know that she's mine.
Mine in a way that no one will never understand.
Even if she hasn't yet realized it.
For love, I'd do anything.
For her, I'd do everything.
Emilia ━
Vedno sem si želela poročiti se iz ljubezni.
Ampak dekleta kot sem jaz, nimajo tega razkošja.
Uporabijo nas kot figure v igri, ki je ne moremo kontrolirati.
Igri? Imenuje se Mafija.
Bila sem dovolj neumna, da sem želela spremeniti pravila...in sem izgubila.
Luca ━
Bil mi je obljubljena že leta.
Ampak on si je drznil mi jo vzeti.
Dovolil si je dotakniti kar je bilo moje.
Temu sem naredil konec.
Upam, da je užival v razgledu iz njegove umazane sobe.
Emilia ━
Moj dragi morilec mi je na prst nataknil rubinov prstan in me poimenoval njegova kraljica.
Ampak ta rdeči dragulj zame simbolizira nekaj drugega.
Predstavlja krvavo lužo tistih, ki sem jih najbolj ljubila.
Tisti dan, ko sva se poročila, je bil pekel prazen.
Ker je hudič stal pred menoj in rekel "da".
Luca ━
Videl sem jo kot lastnino.
Kot sijočo igračo katero nisem dovolil drugim fantom, da se z njo igrajo.
Ampak ona je veliko več.
Lepa, pogumna, močna in zlomljena vse v enem.
Bila je vse kar sem si vedno želel.
Emilia ━
Skrita in potrpežljiva.
Čakala sem na pravi trenutek, da se maščujem.
Vendar me je počasi posedoval.
Njegovo srce je polno temačnosti ... in jaz si še vedno želim vsak njegov palec.
Naj se še tako trudim, ne morem pobegniti ljubezni do te čudovite pošasti.
Luca ━
Čakam potrpežljivo, ker ve, da je že moja.
Tako moja, kot nikoli nihče ne bo razumel.
Čeprav sama tega še ni ugotovila.
Za ljubezen bom naredil vse.
Za njo bo naredil vse.
EXCERPT (ODLOMEK)
I focus
my attention on the girl sitting to Sofia’s left. The more beautiful one. The
older-looking one. The more frightened-looking one with tears pooling in her
lower lids.
Dark brown hair cascading over
her shoulders and down her arms, the ends nuzzling against her bare skin like a
frightened child clinging to its mother. Almond-shaped deep-caramel eyes
surrounded by lush dark lashes. A few scattered freckles across the bridge of
her perfectly shaped nose. Plump, glossy coral lips.
In my
wildest dreams, my betrothed didn’t grow up to be this beautiful. And it annoys
the hell out of me because I don’t want to be attracted to her.
I want
to make her suffer.
Sofia Bellini
grips the hand of the girl in question. “Please, Marco. Swear to me on your
honor that my daughter will be safe with you.”
My father
chuckles. “Emilia is going to give us babies, heirs to the Rossini empire.
There is no safer place for her than with our family. You know that.”
Sofia and
the girl beside her, my Emilia, embrace one another and sob. Her grandmother
and sisters cluster around her doing the same. It’s pathetic. I would have
expected less of a display from Bellinis. Certainly not this spectacle.
My betrothed
has weaknesses. Those will need to be eliminated before she influences our sons
with that nosense.
“That’s
more than enough of that,” I tell them.
She lifts
her chin and her eyes meet mine for the first time. Inside those deep-caramel
orbs, I see something I like very much: rage. There during one heartbeat and
gone the next, it was only a fleeting flash. But I saw it and I don’t mistake
it for what it is.
This girl
is going to be so much fun to break.
“Come,
Emilia. I’m ready to take you home.”
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AUTHOR (AVTOR)
GEORGIA CATES resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she dicided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn't looked back yet.
When she's not writing, she's thinking about writing. When she's being domestic, she's listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
When she's not writing, she's thinking about writing. When she's being domestic, she's listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Ko ne piše, razmišlja o pisanju. Ko se počuti domače, posluša glasbo in si zamišlja prizore iz svoje trenutne knjige, ki jo piše. Vsaka zgodba, ki pride od nje ima svojo pesem, ki je njen navdih.
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I want to read this one!
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