Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Do You Dare (Truth And Dare Duet #1) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Lylah James |
| Language: | English |
| Book Information: | |
πΎπππ πππππππ ππππ π π πππ ππππ πππ πππ? Maddox Coulter. Reckless bad boy. Infamous playboy. My nemesis. And now my best friend. I know heβll never leave me hanging. He knows I'll never refuse a dare. Everywhere we go we turn heads, but itβs not like that. Until it is. For one of us, anyway. I've always known he would be my downfall. But I trusted him to catch me. He proved me wrong. Maddox has gone too far, and I donβt know if I want to rein him in or push us further into dangerous territory. He tells me those three little words that I crave. Three little words I want from no one else. π° π πππ πππ Except this time, it's no simple dare. This could burn us to the ground. "π° π πππ πππ ππ ππππ πππ." | |
| Books in Series: | Truth And Dare Duet Series by Lylah James |
| Books by Author: | Lylah James Books |
PROLOGUE
Lila
His presence was a warm heat behind me as we walked into the bar. He was close, really fucking close. I could feel him. I could smell him. He was so close, yet so far out of reach. A dangerous temptation dangling right in front of me.
I wanted to turn around and wrap my arms around him, bask in his warmth. Weβve hugged and cuddled plenty of times before, but since the Charity Gala, everything has been different.
He has been different.
Somehow, there was a wall between us now. I couldnβt break it or walk around it. It was exhausting and scary β watching the change in him, seeing him soβ¦cold and withdrawn from me. Sometimes, it felt like he was battling something inside his head. I waited silently for him to come to me, to speak of his worries, so I could find a way to soothe him. Like always.
Exceptβ¦it started to feel as if I was the problem. As if he was hiding from me.
A week in Paris. This was supposed to be fun and exciting. An adventure for us. Day one and it was already going to waste.
I chewed on my bottom lip as we walked further inside the dim room. It wasnβt overly crowded, but everyone here looked fancy. After all, this was one of the famous hotels of Paris; wealthy and posh people came here often. βI didnβt think the hotel would have its own bar. Fancy. I like it.β
βItβs nice,β he replied. There was a roughness in his voice, except his tone was robotic. No emotions whatsoever.
Whatβs wrong with you? What did I do?
I paused in my steps, expecting him to bump into me. He didnβt. Instead, I felt his arm slide around my waist as he curled it around me. Our bodies collided together softly, and I sucked in a quiet breath. His rock-hard chest was to my back, pressing against me, and I could feel every intake of breath he took. His touch was a sweet, sweet torture.
Fuck you. Fuck you for making me feel this way. Fuck you for tempting me and leaving me hanging. Fuck you for making me fall in love with youβ¦
βThis way.β His lips lingered near my ear as he whispered the words. He steered me toward the bar stools.
We sat side by side. From the corner of my eye, I watched him as he ordered our drinks. His voice was smooth, and it slid over my skin like silk. Soft and gentle.
Lost in my thoughts, I didnβt notice the man standing next to me until his hand touched my shoulder. I swiveled to the left, my eyes catching the intruder. Yes, intruder. He was interrupting my time with him.
Maddox Coulter β the balm to my soul but also the stinging pain in my chest. He was sweet heaven and the bane of my existence.
βRemember me?β the man in the suit asked with a tiny grin.
Yup, I did. He was the owner of the hotel. We met him when we checked in yesterday.
βI saw you across the bar, and I knew instantly, you had to be the pretty girl I met last night.β His English was perfect, but it was laced with a husky French accent. I had to admit, it was kind of sexy. Mr. Frenchman stood between our stools, separating Maddox and me. He blocked my view of Maddox and I. Did. Not. Like. That.
βThank you for helping us yesterday,β I replied sweetly, masking my irritation.
His emerald eyes glimmered, and his grin widened. Mr. Frenchman was your typical tall, dark, and handsome eye candy. And he wore an expensive suit that molded to his body quite nicely. βIt was all my pleasure.β
I nodded, a little lost at what else I could say. I wasnβt shy or uncomfortable around men. But this one was a little too close for my liking, and since I had zero interest in him, even though he could definitely be my type, given the fact that someone else had all my attention, I didnβt want to continue this conversation.
βLucien Mikael.β He presented me with his hand. I remembered he told us his name last night, but I didnβt tell him mine.
I took his palm in mine, shaking it. βYou can call me, Lila. Itβs nice to make your acquaintance.β
Instead of shaking my hand, he turned it over and brought my hand to his lips. He kissed the back of it, his lips lingering there for a second too long. His eyes met mine over our entwined hands. βMy pleasure, ma belle.β
Oh dear. Yup. Mr. Frenchman was flirting.
I glanced around Lucien and saw that Maddox was lounging back in his stool, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a drink in his hand, and he was staring directly at me. His face was expressionless.