Après trois opus des plus attrayants, il me tardait de savoir ce que Lucy Lennox allait me réserver dans cette suite. À peine l’ai-je reçue dans ma liseuse que je l’ai commencée le soir même. Ma nuit fût courte et très agitée en émotions mais cela en valait largement la peine !

Avant d’aller plus loin bien que cela soit une suite, l’histoire étant axée sur un autre couple peut être indépendant des autres. Cependant, je préfère vous prévenir, une fois que vous aurez fait connaissance avec les autres couples présents ici vous risquez de vouloir découvrir leur histoire…

Mais revenons à nos héros, Julian & Parker. Depuis que je les avais rencontré précédemment, je trépignais d’impatience de faire plus ample connaissance avec eux. Néanmoins, je dois tout de même vous avouer que j’avais beaucoup d’attentes les concernant. Eh bien je suis heureuse de vous confirmer que mes petits chouchous ne m’ont nullement déçue. C’est même tout le contraire… 

Deux meilleurs amis d’enfance qui ont toujours pris soin de l’autre toute leur vie et qui ont fait la promesse de ne jamais séparer. Sauf que l’un est hétéro et est sur le point de se marier, Parker. Alors que l’autre est gay et est secrètement amoureux de l’autre depuis toujours, James. 

Sauf que les choses ne se passe comme prévu. Le futur marié a été abandonné devant l’hôtel. Les voilà donc en direction d’Aster Valley pour oublier tout ce chaos. Mais voilà cette proximité va prendre un tour des plus inattendus…

Comment ne pas craquer pour ce duo charismatique et chaud comme la braise. Ce qu’ils partagent est tellement beau ! Que cela soit leur incroyable connexion, leurs pitreries délirantes, leur doute, leur maladresse, leur confusion, leur peur, leurs blessures encore ouvertes, leur torride alchimie ou encore l’intensité de leurs sentiments.

Ces deux spécimens ne pourraient pas être plus parfaits l’un pour l’autre. Ils ont traversé des hauts et des bas mais ce lien spécial qu’ils ont toujours partagé a toujours été le coeur de leur relation. Si le premier sera beaucoup plus réticent pour accepter cette vérité. L’autre par contre sera déterminé à faire tout ce qu’il faut convaincre que ce qu’il ressent est vrai. Et la manière dont il va le faire est tout simplement fabuleux…

Parlons un peu des autres personnages. Eh bien là encore Lucy Lennox a fait un super boulot. Tous sans exception ont leur importance et vont vous surprendre à bien des égards. Nous retrouvons bien évidemment les couples des précédents opus. C’est toujours un réel plaisir de retrouver tout ce petit monde d’Aster Valley et d’assister à leur bonheur. 

En bref… Ce quatrième opus est de très loin mon préféré ! Il faut dire que l’exceptionnelle Lucy Lennox a su trouver les mots justes pour que je passe un savoureux et palpitant moment. Une intrigue menée avec une grande finesse. Un rythme parfait. Un ravissant décor. Des personnages parfaitement imparfaits développés avec brio. Des émotions vives bien présentes. Une bonne dose d’humour, de tension, de bonne humeur, de passion et de luxure. « Thick as Thieves » est une magnifique romance friends-to-lovers qui vous happera dès les premières pages pour ne plus vous lâcher, qui vous fera divinement vibrer, qui fera un bien fou à votre moral et qui est bien évidemment à savourer sans modération… 

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Voici un extrait VO

PROLOGUE
JULIAN

    It wasn’t the first time Parker had snuck into my house in the middle of the night, but it was the worst.
    He was already crying, and his clothes were covered in dirt. I’d left the bathroom light on by accident, and when the sound of the window woke me up, there was enough light for me to make out the smudges on his sweatshirt and debris in his hair.
    Parker Ellis was awkward at the age of fourteen—tall and scrawny, all elbows and knees—but he was my awkward.
   “C’mere,” I croaked, opening the covers so he could get warm. I was still half-asleep. Normally, I would have been annoyed at getting my bed dirty, but I could tell how upset he was.
   As soon as he dove beneath the covers, I dropped the comforter and pulled him in close. He smelled like the cold night air and the dry leaves he’d probably had to wade through to get to my window. “What happened? What’d they do?”
   Parker’s parents were assholes. They’d been assholes the entire time I’d known him, but it hadn’t been until the last two years of elementary school that he’d started sneaking over to my house when things got really bad.
   In the beginning, it had been loud parties lasting late into the night. But then his dad had gotten a job with lots of travel. There was less partying, but there was also more neglect. Parker’s mom had gone out with friends instead of having people over. She’d forget to get groceries or feed him dinner.
   Once my parents had figured out what was happening, they’d given him an open invitation to come to our house for meals anytime. They also knew he spent the night often, but since they had a “no sleepovers on school nights” policy, they simply looked the other way when he snuck in on a weeknight.
   This had been going on for years, but lately, it had gotten worse. Now that we were in middle school, his parents felt like Parker was old enough to be left home alone overnight, sometimes for weeks at a time. His mom had gotten jealous of his dad’s travel and had insisted on joining him on his trips, leaving Parker on his own in a big empty house with no food and no one to help him with his homework or take him to and from after-school activities.
   Watching Parker’s parents treat him like shit was the first time I’d realized even a kid from a family with plenty of money could suffer from hunger and neglect. It wasn’t quite enough for anyone to call Child Protective Services and risk putting him in the system, since he was surrounded by families like ours who would take him in and make sure he had what he needed, but it still sucked.
   “I hate them,” he growled, snuggling in closer to me for warmth. His skin was cold and prickly with goose bumps. “I hate them so fucking much.”
   We had an important math test tomorrow, and Parker had been over earlier that afternoon so my sister, Hazel, could help both of us with our review homework. He’d walked home right after dinner the way he usually did when he came home with me after school.
   “What happened?” I asked again. I rubbed his back through his sweatshirt, trying to help him get warm. Hot tears landed on my neck, and his fingers gripped the thin cotton of my T-shirt.
   “My key didn’t work. I had to crawl around in the bushes to find that rock thing where we keep a hidden one, but that didn’t work either.” He sniffed and took a breath. “So I waited for Mom to get home, but she never came. And then I walked down to the gas station to use their phone to call her. She said she…” His hand clenched tighter, accidentally catching one of the few hairs on my chest. “She changed the locks because she didn’t trust the house cleaners. But she forgot to tell me, and then… and then she left to go to Chicago with a friend at the last minute. She said not to break a window or I’d have to pay for it. But my English homework is in there, and all my clothes, and…”
   I was so angry, I wanted to punch something. Parker didn’t have any money. We were fourteen. Every dollar he made trying to mow people’s lawns in summer and shovel snow in winter was spent on buying himself food or other things his parents neglected to provide for him, despite all the money they had.
   “Did you talk to your dad?”
   He shook his head. “How can he help? He’s in Florida at a conference. I’m just so embarrassed. I’m sorry for coming over again. I tried to sleep on the chair on the front porch, but it’s too cold without a blanket.”
   I pulled his face out of my neck and held him by the cheeks. “You listen to me, Parker Ellis,” I hissed. “You never, ever need to sleep outside when I have a warm, safe place for you here. Okay? Don’t you dare think you have to stay there alone when you can stay with me. My parents love you. They wouldn’t want you to stay there by yourself, even if you had a key.”
   He sniffed again. “Yeah, I know. Okay.”
   I grumbled about his asshole parents while he nestled back against my shoulder.
   “I like staying with you,” Parker admitted softly a few minutes later. “Everything’s better when I’m with you.”

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Lucy Lennox is finally putting good use to that English Lit degree earned way back in the 1900s.
She stays up way too late each night reading M/M romance because she is a sucker for a good story.

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