Series: A Little Too Far #1
Published by William Morrow (Harper Collins imprint) on 17th September 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Source: Publisher via Edelweiss
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Have you ever gone just a little too far?
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.
REVIEWED BY KELLY
*I received an eARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
WOW! That’s what I need to say first of all, just … WOW.
Although I knew I *really* wanted to read this book I wasn’t sure how I would feel about it, or more importantly how it would tackle the two very taboo issues – loving your step-brother as more than a step-brother and and leading an almost-priest in to temptation.
I am really happy to say that these issues were handled with great care and sensitivity, Lisa Desrochers has done a great job ensuring that. I never felt creeped out when reading, I never felt that what Lexie was feeling or doing was wrong, and I think that was definitely an important thing in terms of how much I would enjoy reading A Little Too Far.
I loved Lexie. She was smart, confident, and I really felt for her and her situation. She’d always been close to Trent, ever since her dad married his mum. But then those feelings started running deeper and and with more intensity, leading her to sleep with Trent right before she was due to leave for a year in Rome. That’s where Lexie’s confusion and problems really began …
I liked Trent, I understood why Lexie was drawn to him. He was everything you could want in a guy – hot, kind, considerate, a great listener, a musician, and not just any musician, one that wrote songs for Lexie! They had a bond. They’d been thrown in to their new family and found each other to get through it.
As much as I liked Trent, I LOVED Alessandro. I don’t know if it was because I only thought of him as a hot Italian guy all the way through the book and not who he was about to become. I don’t know if it was *because* of who he almost was that made me love him – the fact that he should have been off limits. I like to think it was just everything about him. He had all of the qualities that Trent had (minus the musician bit) but everything about him seemed MORE. I guess that’s just because he featured in the book more, he was in almost every scene. I was desperate all the way through to see if and how things would develop between Lexie and Alessandro, My heart was racing at certain points, I could FEEL the tension between them.
I just LOVED pretty much everything about the book. The writing was fantastic. The plot was well thought out and kept me engaged to the point where I was desperate to pull an all nighter to finish. Sadly as a mother of 3 very energetic boys I couldn’t do it but just the fact that ALTF made me *want* to do that says a lot about it. The characters were well developed and had me rooting for them all to have their happy ending. The setting of Rome was a great choice and one that I loved. Speaking of which …
The way Lisa Desrochers described Rome made me feel like I was there. I could feel her love for the city coming through the words. It was all so vivid and real and it’s made me desperate to go there. I’m not an artist – I can barely draw a straight line! – but I definitely appreciated all the mentions of the art that Alessandro showed Lexie. The descriptions of Corsica made me feel the same, it sounds so beautiful.
As the book drew to a close I started to feel really sad, for want of a better word, I just *didn’t* want the book to end! I did think though, when the book did end, that everything was tied up perfectly for Lexie. I won’t say more than that! You’ll just have to read the book – which obviously with it being one of my 5 star reads I suggest you do anyway!
I *cannot* wait for A Little Too Much to be released in November. I need more!
TRENT POV – Trent drunk dials Lexie
This party blows.
Who the hell am I kidding? Every party blows. Every thing blows, because I can’t stop wishing I was somewhere else. Rome, to be exact.
What’s she doing right now?
I try to ignore slurping sounds from the other end of the couch as the couple there starts getting serious, and I feel like telling them to get a room, but I have no fucking clue who they are. Wouldn’t matter anyway. George and his roommate only have two bedrooms, and they’re most likely already in use.
Is Lexie sleeping with anyone?
Damn. I need to stop.
I slouch deeper into the sagging couch and pull out my phone to check the time, but I can hardly see it through my beer goggles. Midnight. So that means it’s…something like nine tomorrow morning in Italy. What the hell day is it? Does Lexie have class?
“Hey, Trent. Got you another beer,” Becca yells over the music, staggering across the living room with two red plastic cups. She catches her toe on the couch and beer sloshes onto my stomach, where my T-shirt’s creeped up. “Whoops!” she giggles. “Clean up on aisle four!” She sets the beers on the coffee table and wedges herself between my knees, kneeling down and slurping the beer out of my navel. But when she reaches for the button of my jeans, I stand up and let the rest dribble under the waistband, because things are starting to happen down there, thinking of Lexie, and I don’t want to give Becca the wrong idea. “Get up, Becca.”
“I wasn’t done yet,” she pouts, dragging herself off the floor onto the couch.
I wipe the rest on my T-shirt. “I’m good. Thanks.”
“Who are you texting?” she asks, looking at my phone, and that’s when I realize it’s still in my hand.
“My stepsister.” I wasn’t, but I want to. God, I want to. I want to tell her everything. I want her to know how I feel. But this is so royally fucked up. “Shit!” I growl through a clenched jaw, dropping back into the couch. I rub a hand down my face, trying to resist the urge, but the beer’s making it tough. I want her so goddamn much.
“Dance with me, Trent,” Becca wines, tugging on my arm.
“Not tonight, Becca. Sorry,” I say, queuing up Lexie’s number and pressing CALL before I can change my mind. I peel Becca’s hand off my thigh and set it on hers as it rings.
She answers almost immediately, like she was expecting a call. “I’m sorry! I just—”
“Lex,” I interrupt. “It’s me.”
“Oh, hey,” she says slowly, and the wary tone in her voice nearly kills me. We were never like this. Everything’s always been so easy between us. “What’s up?”
“I just … shit Lexie …” I shouldn’t have called. Shit. The drone of the crowd chattering over the music’s giving me a headache and I can’t think.
“Where are you?” she asks.
“Just a stupid par—”
But that’s as far as I get before Becca jumps in my lap and rips the phone out of my hand. “Who are you talking to?”
“Get off me and give me back the goddamn phone,” I slur, trying not to shove her off too hard.
“Who is this?” Becca asks into the phone. There’s a pause, then she says, “Whatever,” as I grab the phone back and set her on the couch.
“Lex? You still there?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m here,” she says on a sigh. And God, I want to climb right through this phone and see her. “Are you okay?”
Everything I want to say swells up inside me. I am totally, 100 percent in love you, Lexie. “I just needed to hear your voice,” I finally say. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” she says.
“I just … I want you so fucking much right now. Shit, Lexie. I can’t even …” I trail off again, because this isn’t coming out right. The beer is getting in the way, garbling my thoughts.
“You’re drunk, Trent. Where are you?”
“Just George’s apartment.”
“Are you okay to get home?” she asks. “Is there someone there who can help you get home?”
I want to tell her home is wherever she is, but that’s just so fucking lame. But while I’m trying to think of something else, Becca leaps on me again and tears the phone out of my hand.
“Seriously, Becca. Get off me,” I say, grabbing for the phone.
“I’m drunk,” she says, pressing END CALL. “I think you should walk me back to my apartment.
I look at my phone and wait for it to ring. If Lexie calls back, I’ll tell her.
But it doesn’t.
I have to get past this. I have to stop wanting something I can’t have.
Becca wraps her hands around my arm and presses into my side. “Take me home, Trent.”
I blow out a breath. I really need to get out of here. “Yeah. Okay.”