Cara Delavigne as Lila Velez
Chris Hemsworth as Aleksey Fürst
Harry styles as Rey Diaz
Mackenzie Foy as Azalea velez
Thomas Brodie Sangter as Tristan Froh
Dylan O’brien as Duque Diaz
Giancarlo Esposito as Dr. Velez
Benedict Cumberbath as Gary Sleecket
Kelly Rowland as Divine
The V Girl
Genre: Mature YA dystopia, Dystopian romance, NA dystopia,
Coming of age
Publisher: V press
Date of Publication: June 2015
Number of pages:370
Word Count: 106500
Cover Artist: Kitfoster
In post-apocalyptic North America, rape and sexual slavery are legal. Lila Velez, desperately wants to lose her virginity before the troops visit her town, and can take it away by force. She makes plans to seduce her only friend, Rey, the most attractive man in her town. Lila does not love him, but he is the only man who has shown her true affection, an affection she is willing to take as a substitute of love.
Lila’s coping mechanism to her mother’s violent attack is her secret. A secret that will bring her closer to Aleksey Fürst, a foreign, broody man that she distrusts because his links to the troops and his rough, yet irresistible appearance. He offers Lila an alternative to her plans, a possibility that terrifies her…and tempts her in spite of herself.
All the while Lila will have to find a way to live in the constant company of death, slavery, starvation, sexual abuse and the danger of losing the people she loves the most.
Due to strong language, violent scenes and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
We stand close to each other and electricity sizzles in the air. I forget what I was about to ask.
My back hits a tree. I can’t retreat anymore, so I tread to my side, stepping on a rock. This reduces our height differences a little. He presses his palms on the tree trunk next to my head, trapping me.
Looking at me intently, Aleksey takes a strand of my hair and twirls it, then tucks it behind my ear. The way his hand lingers at my earlobe leaves my skin tingling.
My voice comes out breathy. “I’ll … have to think … your offer … through.”
His voice is low, husky. “I’ll give you something to think about.”
Aleksey slips his large hand around my waist. He positions my body so that the height difference isn’t an obstacle. He’s building anticipation, making the wait for his lips deliciously torturous. His face slowly approaches, the deliberation clear.
When his lips touch mine, it’s a soft brush that makes my body melt into liquid fire. Then they move against my mouth hungrily.
And everything that isn’t his body vanishes into thin air.
He’s showing me that he can be gentle, but I want more. My hands grab his shoulders. I press my body tightly against his, and he mirrors my action with his pelvis, blending it with mine. Showing me through his erection, the promise of greater pleasures.
I whimper. Automatically the kiss deepens. His bulky arms tighten their grip on my body. My skin burns and tingles at all the points where our bodies are touching.
He kisses me deep and lingering at times, playfully pulling my lower lip at others. Expertly moving his lips to my earlobe and neck before returning to my mouth. He doesn’t make me feel like he’s kissing me. He makes me feel like he owns me. I feel it in the way his hands move up and down my sides, the way his strong arms constrict me. It makes my blood bubble deliciously with a desire I’ve never felt before.
I can’t get enough of him.
He keeps kissing me like this until he finally pulls back, touching his forehead to mine and resting his hands at the small of my back. I struggle to control my breathing. My heart pounds in my chest and I’m sure he can hear it. It’s not embarrassing because I can see that I affect him, too. He’s struggling to recover his cool, arrogant demeanor.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Come to think of it, I've never been truly kissed, until now. It was either me forcing Rey to do something he didn’t want to do, or him not being himself. It never felt natural—never felt like a ride to the moon and back.
“Surrender,” Aleksey whispers, still holding me tightly. He skims his nose along my jaw to my neck. “Surrender to me and I’ll …”
About the Author:
Mya Robarts is a bookaholic who regrets nothing.
She spent years trying to become a contemporary dance choreographer. Eventually she realized that she enjoyed writing her stories rather than dancing to them.
Robarts is obsessed with books that present damaged characters, swoon-worthy guys, controversial topics and happy endings.