{"id":816,"date":"2019-02-26T16:23:29","date_gmt":"2019-02-26T19:23:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=816"},"modified":"2019-02-26T16:23:29","modified_gmt":"2019-02-26T19:23:29","slug":"lancamento-the-last-letter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/lancamento-the-last-letter\/","title":{"rendered":"Lan\u00e7amento – The Last Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"

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O lan\u00e7amento de hoje \u00e9 da autora Rebecca Yarros. The Last Letter j\u00e1 est\u00e1 dispon\u00edvel para venda.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Beckett,<\/p>\n

Se voc\u00ea est\u00e1 lendo esta carta, ent\u00e3o, voc\u00ea sabe como funciona a \u201c\u00faltima-carta\u201d. Voc\u00ea sobreviveu. Eu n\u00e3o. Saia do \u201ctrem da culpa\u201d, porque eu n\u00e3o que se tivesse alguma chance que voc\u00ea poderia ter me salvado, voc\u00ea teria.<\/p>\n

Eu preciso de uma coisa de voc\u00ea: Saia do ex\u00e9rcito e v\u00e1 para Telluride.<\/p>\n

Minha irm\u00e3 mais nova, Ella, est\u00e1 criando g\u00eameos sozinha. Ele \u00e9 muito independente e n\u00e3o aceita ajuda facilmente, mas ela perdeu nossa av\u00f3, nossos pais, e agora eu. \u00c9 muito para qualquer um aguentar. N\u00e3o \u00e9 justo.<\/p>\n

Mas tem mais: tem alguma coisa que voc\u00ea n\u00e3o sabe que est\u00e1 destruindo a fam\u00edlia dela. Ela vai precisar de ajuda.<\/p>\n

Se eu me fui, isso signifca que eu n\u00e3o posso estar presente para Ella. Eu n\u00e3o posso ajud\u00e1-la a passar por isso. Mas voc\u00ea pode. Ent\u00e3o eu estou implorando, que como meu melhor amigo, voc\u00ea v\u00e1 tomar conta da minha irm\u00e3, da minha fam\u00edlia.<\/p>\n

Por favor, n\u00e3o a fa\u00e7a passar por isso sozinha.<\/p>\n

Ryan<\/td>\n

Beckett,<\/p>\n

If you\u2019re reading this, well, you know the \u201clast-letter\u201d drill. You made it. I didn\u2019t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.<\/p>\n

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.<\/p>\n

My little sister Ella\u2019s raising the twins alone. She\u2019s too independent and won\u2019t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It\u2019s too much for anyone to endure. It\u2019s not fair.<\/p>\n

And here\u2019s the kicker: there\u2019s something else you don\u2019t know that\u2019s tearing her family apart. She\u2019s going to need help.<\/p>\n

So if I\u2019m gone, that means I can\u2019t be there for Ella. I can\u2019t help them through this. But you can. So I\u2019m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.<\/p>\n

Please don\u2019t make her go through it alone.<\/p>\n

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Ryan<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\u201cElla.\u201d It was a plea to speak, to not speak. Hell, I didn\u2019t know anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t see me like that. I totally get it.\u201d She reached for the TV remote.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow exactly do I see you? Please, enlighten me.\u201d I leaned forward, stealing the remote. She\u2019d opened this box and had better well dish it.<\/span><\/p>\n

She huffed in annoyance. \u201cYou see me as a mom. As Colt and Maisie\u2019s mom. And of course you do, because that\u2019s what I am. A mom with two kids.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah,\u201d I said. Her motherhood\u2014that selfless devotion she had to her kids\u2014was one of her most attractive attributes.<\/span><\/p>\n

She rolled her eyes with a little sigh, and the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t think I want you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She shot me a look that confirmed my guess and blushed the same crimson of her couch. \u201cYou know, you\u2019re right. It\u2019s late.\u201d She faked a yawn. \u201cSuuuuuuper late.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want you.\u201d Damn, it felt so good to say the words.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, okay.\u201d She gave me a goofy look and a thumbs-up. \u201cPlease don\u2019t make me feel any more idiotic than I do right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Yeah, enough of this bullshit.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I pounced in one smooth motion, taking her back to the couch, sliding over her as I gathered her wrists in one hand above her head and settled between her open thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Home.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cHoly shit, you move fast.\u201d There was no fear or rejection in her eyes, just surprise.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot in every arena,\u201d I promised.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her lips parted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cElla. I want you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeckett\u2026you don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Yeah, that soft little sigh she did was going to be my undoing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I let go of her wrists, letting my fingers trail down her arm until I had one hand weaving my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and the other at the curve in her waist.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFeel this?\u201d Then I slid forward, letting my dick stroke along the seam in her pajama pants hard enough for her to gasp at the contact. I couldn\u2019t remember ever wanting to shred a piece of fabric so much in my life. \u201cI\u2019ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I moved again, and her eyes slid shut as she let loose the sweetest moan.<\/span><\/p>\n

My dick throbbed, knowing everything I\u2019d fantasized about for the better part of the last eight months was one decision away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeckett.\u201d Her hands found my biceps, her nails digging in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t ever think that I don\u2019t want you, because if things were different, I would have already been inside you. I would know exactly how you feel, and what you sound like, look like, when you come. I\u2019ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways, and believe me, I\u2019ve got a great imagination.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She rocked her hips against me, and I locked my jaw to keep from giving her exactly what her body was asking for. \u201cElla, you have to stop.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d she asked, her lips dangerously close to mine. \u201cWhat do you mean if things were different?\u201d Her eyes flew wide. \u201cIs this because I have kids?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? No. Of course not. It\u2019s because you\u2019re Ryan\u2019s little sister.\u201d Before I could do any more damage, I got the hell off her and sat back on my side of the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause\u2026I\u2019m Ryan\u2019s little sister,\u201d she repeated, scooting so she sat upright, facing me. \u201cAnd you think he\u2019d, what? Haunt you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Three things: The letter. The cancer. The lie.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I repeated those in my head until I was certain I could look at her and not drag her back under me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeckett?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I was growing up, if I wanted something, I took it. Immediately. I had sex at fourteen with a girl in my foster home of the moment. I opened Christmas presents early if I was lucky enough to get one, and it was usually from my social worker or some charity.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d She wrapped her arms around her knees again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI took it immediately because I knew if I didn\u2019t, chances were I wouldn\u2019t get it. It was a now-or-never kind of thing\u2014there weren\u2019t second chances.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t touch you, can\u2019t talk about it, because I\u2019m afraid I\u2019ll act on it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why does that matter if I want you to?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I won\u2019t get a second chance. And I\u2019m crap with people, with relationships. I\u2019ve never had one that lasted more than a month. Never loved a woman I\u2019ve slept with. And chances are I\u2019d do something to screw this up, because it\u2019s not just my dick that wants you, Ella.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That O<\/i> popped right back onto her face, and I closed my eyes to keep from lunging across the distance and kissing her. Knowing she\u2019d let me\u2014that she wanted it\u2014sent my need from a bullet to a nuclear missile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd when I\u2019d screw it up, because it would happen, trust me, it would hurt Colt and Maisie, too. You\u2019d be on your own again, because there\u2019s no chance you\u2019d let me hang around and help you out like Ryan asked.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd there it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere it is. You\u2019re Ryan\u2019s little sister.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere were only five years between us. Not so little, you know.\u201d She reached for the remote.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m well aware.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo if Ryan were still alive\u2026\u201d She shot one last look at me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I let everything slip for a millisecond, letting her see it all in my eyes, how badly I wanted her, and not just for her body. \u201cEverything would be different.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything but the way I feel about you, which he probably would have killed me for. Where does that leave us?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean besides me being a dried-up spinster and you being honor-bound to a ghost?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She rolled her head along the back of the couch, muttering something that sounded like a curse word under her breath. Then she sat up straight and powered on the TV with a click of her thumb. \u201cThat leaves us choosing a movie on demand. Because I\u2019m not letting you walk out that door right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNope. You walk out now, you might get all weird about this and not come back. Honor is a fabulous thing, but sometimes pride can be a lot stronger, especially when you convince yourself it\u2019s for the good of the other person.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn, the woman knew me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo movie it is,\u201d I agreed. \u201cJust\u2026stay on your side of the couch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t the one who crossed the center line,\u201d she teased with a smile that got me hard all over again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Movie chosen, we sat and watched, both of us stealing sideways glances. There was that saying\u2026the horse out of the barn. Yeah, the horse was out of the barn, and it wasn\u2019t going back in. Not no way. Not no how.<\/span><\/p>\n

That horse was running amok and screwing with my carefully constructed control.<\/span><\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t complain when she moved over. Or when she pressed against my side. Nope. I lifted my arm and savored the feel of her curves, her trust. Still didn\u2019t complain when she lay down in my arms. Hell no, I held on and memorized every second.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\"\"About Rebecca Yarros:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for sixteen years.<\/p>\n

When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.<\/p>\n

Website<\/strong><\/a> ** <\/strong>Facebook<\/strong><\/a> ** <\/strong>Twitter<\/strong><\/a> ** Newsletter<\/a> ** <\/strong>Goodreads<\/strong><\/a><\/h3>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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