Book & Author Details
The Right Moves by Emma Hart (The Game #3)
Publication date: March 27th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis
Her past is wrought with demons.
His past is full of heartbreak.
Yet he’s the one person that can remind her what it means to live.
Abbi Jenkins never thought she would leave the walls of the mental institution that’s housed her for the last year. Now she has, but that doesn’t mean she’s forgotten everything Pearce put her through.
She knows there’s only one way to deal with the depression that claws at her mind each day, and ballet becomes more than a hobby, a dream. Ballet – and Julliard – becomes a reason to live. Something to hold on for.
Blake Smith left London for one reason and one reason only. Running from the heartbreak of his past was never something he wanted to do, but with constant reminders everywhere he turned, it became his only option. When he arrives in New York City, he vows he’ll keep the promise he made to his sister and get into Juilliard.
But he doesn’t expect to be paired with Abbi in class, the girl whose eyes show a world of pain he’s seen before. Pain he knows too well. As each hour they spend together pulls them closer, Blake can’t fight his need to save her from herself.
Lines blur as their pasts are wrenched into the open, and they have to ask themselves whether they’re too broken to ever to be fixed, or if they’re the healing the other needs.
His past is full of heartbreak.
Yet he’s the one person that can remind her what it means to live.
Abbi Jenkins never thought she would leave the walls of the mental institution that’s housed her for the last year. Now she has, but that doesn’t mean she’s forgotten everything Pearce put her through.
She knows there’s only one way to deal with the depression that claws at her mind each day, and ballet becomes more than a hobby, a dream. Ballet – and Julliard – becomes a reason to live. Something to hold on for.
Blake Smith left London for one reason and one reason only. Running from the heartbreak of his past was never something he wanted to do, but with constant reminders everywhere he turned, it became his only option. When he arrives in New York City, he vows he’ll keep the promise he made to his sister and get into Juilliard.
But he doesn’t expect to be paired with Abbi in class, the girl whose eyes show a world of pain he’s seen before. Pain he knows too well. As each hour they spend together pulls them closer, Blake can’t fight his need to save her from herself.
Lines blur as their pasts are wrenched into the open, and they have to ask themselves whether they’re too broken to ever to be fixed, or if they’re the healing the other needs.
The
Right Moves excerpts
Blake:
“Let me go,”
she begs. “Please, Blake.”
I shake my
head. “No. Not until you talk to me.”
She tries
harder to throw me off her. “There’s nothing to talk about!”
“That’s
bullshit, and you know it.”
“It doesn’t
matter. It doesn’t matter anymore. None of them matter a single damn bit!”
“It matters to
me.”
She stops
moving. Her eyes crash into mine as she snaps her head up, and her lips purse.
“Well it shouldn’t. It doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
“Then why are
you hiding them?”
“Because I
hate them!” She finally knocks my hands off and turns, walking a few paces
before stopping. “I hate them and everything they are. Everything they mean.
Everything they remind me of. I hate them.”
Her voice is
thick with tears both falling and unshed and her shoulders rise and fall with
each heavy breath she takes. Standing in the middle of this huge studio, she
looks tiny. And with her shoulders falling forward, her head hanging and her
arms tucked around her, she looks completely and utterly broken.
She looks
exactly how my heart feels.
Silence
lingers between us. No words are spoken, and I’m waiting for her to say
something. Anything. Even if she just tells me to piss off, that’ll do, even if
it’s not what I want.
“They remind
me of how things were,” she whispers, her voice barely there yet seems to echo
off the walls. “They’re everything my life was. Everything I don’t want it to
be again. They’re hideous. They’re the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen, and I
can’t believe I ever thought what caused them was beautiful. They taint my skin
in the worst way, and I’m ashamed of them. If I knew I’d be stuck with them for
the rest of my life I would never have done it or I would have cut even
deeper.” Her voice trails off at the end.
My stomach
rolls. “Don’t say that. Ever.”
“It’s true.”
I press my
chest against her shuddering back, pull her into me, and rest my cheek against
the side of her head. My hands take her arm and I ease the material of her
leotard up to her elbows. She breathes in sharply and squeezes her eyes shut
when I touch my thumb to her wrist.
The scars
stretch up the inside of her arm, crossing each other and disappearing under
her sleeve. I can barely believe what I’m looking at – each one of them is
perfectly healed, some of them barely visible to my eyes. I know we see
different things when we look at her arms.
“How many?” I
whisper, my voice thick. “How many are there?”
“I don’t
know. Hundreds, maybe. Everywhere. They’re everywhere.”
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Abbi:
“Come dance,”
he repeats, spinning suddenly.
“You’re
insane.” I shake my head. “I’ll get soaked.”
Blake grins. “Isn’t
that the point of dancing in the rain?”
“It’s getting
crazy out there. I’m getting wet even standing here because of the damn
windows!” I move into the center of the shelter. “Freakin’ hell.”
“So what’s
the problem? Come on.” He holds a hand out, his long fingers begging me to
grasp them. I look from his hand to his eyes, his twitching lips, his wet hair
dripping down his face.
“I … No.”
“Trust me.”
He’s not asking me. “Trust me, Abbi. Just two minutes. That’s all you have to
do. Just take my hand and dance in the rain with me for two short minutes.”
“Why are you
so determined to get me out there? If you want to dance, we can do that here.”
He steps back
under the shelter and takes my hovering hand. He’s wet but heat radiates off
him and wraps around me. Our faces are inches apart as I look up at him and he
down at me.
“Because I
see the way you lose yourself when you dance and I want you to lose yourself
like that with me. I want you to get
lost in me. It’s selfish but I don’t care.”
I breathe in
sharply and try to ignore the way his grip on my hand tightens. “I don’t … I
don’t know if I can let myself,” I whisper.
“Sure you
can. You just admitted you don’t have to pretend with me. And you don’t.” Blake
takes my other hand and slowly pulls me forward. “All you have to do is close
your eyes. I promise you, you won’t get lost alone.”
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