Spotlight & Giveaway: Entwine by Rebecca Berto

Spotlight & Giveaway:  Entwine by Rebecca BertoEntwined by Rebecca Berto by Rebecca Berto
on Nov 25, 2013
Genres: New Adult, Romance
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Sarah Langham’s life was the epitome of normal until her dad slept with another woman when she was sixteen. It ripped her family apart.Twenty-two-year-old Sarah has it together, though. Waiting at the train station to go home from her first day of her first proper job out of university, she spots a man.He is an enigma to her. She’s drawn to him, with his square jaw; buzz of hair; and his tall, solid frame, seen under the contours of his business suit. And he’s been looking at her, too. Fate pulls them together that night on a whirlwind date, exceeding anything Sarah’s experienced before. He’s even more into her than she’s into him. Finally, she wants to trust a guy for the first time since she was sixteen.But then they discover something.  Something that meant they were never two strangers at a train station.  And it threatens to tear their future apart before it, really, ever begins.




The first time Sarah saw Him, he was leaning up against a pillar at Flinders Street Station, knee bent against the wall, checking the time on his watch. At five thirty, after her first day as a junior editor, she still hadn’t stopped trembling with excitement. She’d memorised the names of all the workers in  her team, and loved the way she walked into the office and it smelt of warm  paper, straight out of the printer. There must have been at least six printers on the one floor alone.

Now, at the train station, she supposed it made sense this man stood out.  She was on alert and he was impossible to miss. Eyes peeled, she noticed  him, as if he were a photograph, the aperture turned low so the bustle of other passersby blurred out.  She sat on her seat, waiting, pretending to text on her mobile. Now and  then she’d look up as if wondering, “When’s the train coming?” Like she’d  forgotten. Under her lashes, or from a casual glance sweeping the platform, she’d look at something new on him.

First it was his jaw. Sarah didn’t know why a strange man’s jawline  mattered, but it did. She could imagine the sharp turn as she traced from ear  down to his chin, and back up to his other ear with her finger. She imagined  all her old poster pin-ups. Sarah wasn’t a fussy girl. She had James Dean,  Elvis Presley, Bon Jovi, Brad Pitt, Zac Efron, and even the Hemsworth  brothers.  By far, this man’s jawline was as good or better—sharp, yet smooth  enough to want to touch.

She looked up again but thought he saw her, so she quickly took stock  of a mother pushing a pram, another small child holding its side bar and  stomping along. She looked further up and saw that she had two minutes left  before her train really did arrive.  Sarah had never wanted a train to be late before, although they always  were with Melbourne’s crazy rail system. Today, she did.  The guys in her lectures and tutes back in university were always man-whores or geeks or already taken. Now, at her first proper full-time job, she  only had one man in her team and she didn’t have hopes for him, since she  was sure that lunchtime phone call was to his “love”, and that “love” sounded  like a man.

Sarah wasn’t greedy. One man would do, and he didn’t have to be the  best looking or the kindest, but he had to be right for her. And she couldn’t  pick if there would be something wrong with this man leaning against the  pillar, waiting for his train, but she hoped that maybe he’d catch the same line  as her and she’d get to wonder about him longer.  The third time she looked up she noticed more of him, more details here  and there. He didn’t have a briefcase, but he was in perfectly ironed suit  pants, leather dress shoes and a light peach shirt, one button undone lower  than most businessmen she saw. The shirt’s waist tapered in to hug him at  his hips. She figured that he naturally filled out the chest, shaping a perfect V,  and the rolled up sleeves showed off the hint of corded forearms that stirred  her imagination more. He had a buzz of hair covering his head, just enough to  draw attention to the sexy contours of his face and body.unnamed

Just then, the lady over the speaker announced the train was arriving  and Sarah stood, just as everyone else. She looped her handbag over her  shoulder and found her way just behind the yellow line, choosing to walk  diagonal, inwards, so that she stood mere metres from the man.

The doors opened, and the people on the platform waited for the people  onboard to get off.  Sarah, though, turned to the man, and watched him pull out his mobile,  then put it away just as quickly. He looked up, and Sarah’s initial thought  was Quick! Oh my God, pretend you were staring at something odd behind him!  but those silly cover-ups only made people look worse, so she decided to  embrace this chance and offer a little smile—but she chickened out halfway  and had to drop her gaze to the floor, not even able to hide her smile.

The ground in front of her started emptying, so she waded her way  through with the other people desperate to find a seat.  If Sarah had her way she’d clamp her bag under her arm, make sure her  heels were steady and then make a run to the nearest two seats free, fling her  handbag on the spare one in front of her, and let that man sidestep through  the knees of others in the seat arrangement and sit in front of her. In front was  always better, because men had long legs. She’d learnt the pros and cons   of sitting in front of men on trains before. Many times, smelly men or big men  had their legs opened wide, and Sarah had to close her smaller ones between  them with little gap spacing. Or, she would have to cross her legs and get a  cramp trying to keep her crossed leg bent back, so as not to touch them.

But Sarah’s thoughts … that’s all they were. There were a few seats here  and there, but neither Sarah nor the man got any. He could have, but he held  out his hand and let that mother through, with the pram and her small child.  Sarah found herself liking him even more. Her last boyfriend had loved  the clubs in the city and it was at one of them, not far from here, that he’d  kissed his other girlfriend who Sarah never knew about. Or, not until she’d  decided to surprise him that night and found her legs around his, his hands  cupping under her ass in a section away from the dance floor.

Although this man didn’t sit next to her, he did find a spare pole to grab  onto in the train carriage, and Sarah found one opposite him. He once again  noticed her, but Sarah hadn’t been looking this time. He must have been  doing some staring of his own.  Sarah wondered if this man had been doing the same thing the whole  time Sarah had her own game going.   She wondered this as the train took off and they stood almost in reaching  distance, both with a hand holding the pole next to them. Sarah wondered  which stop he’d get off at.


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Rebecca Berto writes stories about love and relationships. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her books, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their doggy.
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Reader, book reviewer & blogger, love books and most genre: contemporary romance, fantasy, paranormal, mystery & thrillers, new adult & historical romance. When not working, I like spending my time reading, watching tv with my husband and socializing with my friends.

All Comments

  • Sounds like a great romantic read, added to my wish list. Thanks for the blurb and giveaway.

    Kathy Osborn 11/25/2013 12:10 pm Reply
  • I haven’t read this author yet. Thanks for sharing 🙂

    Lori Ha 11/25/2013 11:27 am Reply
  • That except left me hanging. Adding to my TBR.

    Susan T. 11/25/2013 10:56 am Reply

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