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Title: A Little Too Far (A Little Too Far #1)
Author: Lisa Desrochers
Genre: New Adult
Release date: September 17th 2013 by HarperCollins
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets
Have you ever gone just a little too far?
Lexie Banks has.
Lexie Banks has.
Yep. She just had mind-blowing sex with her stepbrother. In her defense, she was on the rebound, and it’s more of a my-dad-happened-to-marry-a-woman-with-a-super-hot-son situation. But still, he’s been her best friend and confidant for the better part of the last few years … and is so off limits. It’s a good thing she’s leaving in two days for a year abroad in Rome. But even thousands of miles away, Lexie can’t seem to escape trouble. Raised Catholic, she goes to confession in hopes of alleviating some of her guilt … and maybe not burning in hell. Instead, she stumbles out of the confessional and right into Alessandro Moretti, a young and very easy-on-the-eyes deacon … only eight months away from becoming a priest. Lexie and Alessandro grow closer, and when Alessandro’s signals start changing despite his vow of celibacy, she doesn’t know what to think. She’s torn between falling in love with the man she shouldn’t want and the man she can’t have. And she isn’t sure how she can live with herself either way.
The Pompeii Exhibit at the Museo Nazionale
Directly in front of me is a statue. It’s mostly just a pair of torsos with legs, because the heads and arms have fallen off, but there’s no mistaking what they’re doing. The naked man’s torso is seated on a stump, and his huge erection, which has definitely not fallen off, is pressing into the half-dressed female torso from behind.
Something stirs between my legs, and I can’t look at Alessandro.
“Well, that’s something, isn’t it?” he says, and when I finally get up the nerve to glance at him, he’s lifting his eyebrows at me, half a smile on his lips.
“Um … yeah. Something.”
I turn my flaming face to the wall, and on it is a fresco of a man and woman going at it doggie style. “Oh my God!” I say, and turn away. “What the hell did that sign say, anyway?”
I walk back and look at it. In both Italian and English is a warning that the exhibit in this room contains erotic art. “No kidding,” I mutter. “Let’s go,” I say to Alessandro, but he’s moved deeper into the room. “Lexie, this is art. I’m interested to see it.”
“Really?” I say, stepping back into the room.
He turns to me and lifts an eyebrow. “People have sex. Does that embarrass you?”
If I were here on my own, I’d want to see this for sure. He’s right. These are authentic ancient pieces that I couldn’t see anywhere else. But I’m not here alone. I’m here with a very sexy man in a white collar who may or may not have put my drunken ass to bed on my birthday last week and kissed me.
“It’s just … I—”
He grasps my hand and pulls me to his side. “This is fascinating, Lexie. Read this,” he says, pointing to the plaque next to a picture.
The picture was taken in Pompeii, so apparently this fresco is still there, in the House of Vetti. It’s an image of Priapus, the Greek god of fertility. Jutting out from under his tunic is an erection that would hang to his knees if it weren’t resting on a scale in front of him, where he’s apparently weighing it.
“It says frescoes and statues of Priapus were common in the doorways of ancient Roman households,” Alessandro says, running his finger over the words on the plaque. “It was considered good luck to stroke the penis upon entry.”
Oh. My. God. How is it that I’m standing here with an almost-priest listening to him talking about “stroking the penis upon entry”?
“Yeah … wow,” I say, turning away and pressing my hands to my flaming cheeks. “That’s … um … fascinating.”
Lisa Desrochers lives in central California with her husband and two very busy daughters. There is never a time that she can be found without a book in her hand, and she adores stories that take her to new places, and then take her by surprise.
Look for her New Adult novel, A LITTLE TOO FAR , courtesy of HarperCollins Sept 17, 2013, and companions, A LITTLE TOO MUCH (Nov 12, 2013), and A LITTLE TOO HOT (Jan 21, 2014). Also in stores is her YA PERSONAL DEMONS trilogy (Macmillan).
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The Pompeii Exhibit at the Museo Nazionale
Directly in front of me is a statue. It’s mostly just a pair of torsos with legs, because the heads and arms have fallen off, but there’s no mistaking what they’re doing. The naked man’s torso is seated on a stump, and his huge erection, which has definitely not fallen off, is pressing into the half-dressed female torso from behind.
Something stirs between my legs, and I can’t look at Alessandro.
“Well, that’s something, isn’t it?” he says, and when I finally get up the nerve to glance at him, he’s lifting his eyebrows at me, half a smile on his lips.
“Um … yeah. Something.”
I turn my flaming face to the wall, and on it is a fresco of a man and woman going at it doggie style. “Oh my God!” I say, and turn away. “What the hell did that sign say, anyway?”
I walk back and look at it. In both Italian and English is a warning that the exhibit in this room contains erotic art. “No kidding,” I mutter. “Let’s go,” I say to Alessandro, but he’s moved deeper into the room. “Lexie, this is art. I’m interested to see it.”
“Really?” I say, stepping back into the room.
He turns to me and lifts an eyebrow. “People have sex. Does that embarrass you?”
If I were here on my own, I’d want to see this for sure. He’s right. These are authentic ancient pieces that I couldn’t see anywhere else. But I’m not here alone. I’m here with a very sexy man in a white collar who may or may not have put my drunken ass to bed on my birthday last week and kissed me.
“It’s just … I—”
He grasps my hand and pulls me to his side. “This is fascinating, Lexie. Read this,” he says, pointing to the plaque next to a picture.
The picture was taken in Pompeii, so apparently this fresco is still there, in the House of Vetti. It’s an image of Priapus, the Greek god of fertility. Jutting out from under his tunic is an erection that would hang to his knees if it weren’t resting on a scale in front of him, where he’s apparently weighing it.
“It says frescoes and statues of Priapus were common in the doorways of ancient Roman households,” Alessandro says, running his finger over the words on the plaque. “It was considered good luck to stroke the penis upon entry.”
Oh. My. God. How is it that I’m standing here with an almost-priest listening to him talking about “stroking the penis upon entry”?
“Yeah … wow,” I say, turning away and pressing my hands to my flaming cheeks. “That’s … um … fascinating.”
Lisa Desrochers lives in central California with her husband and two very busy daughters. There is never a time that she can be found without a book in her hand, and she adores stories that take her to new places, and then take her by surprise.Look for her New Adult novel, A LITTLE TOO FAR , courtesy of HarperCollins Sept 17, 2013, and companions, A LITTLE TOO MUCH (Nov 12, 2013), and A LITTLE TOO HOT (Jan 21, 2014). Also in stores is her YA PERSONAL DEMONS trilogy (Macmillan).
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