I loved New York with the same passionate love as any other phenomenon in my life. The city was a stunning microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions, a place of constant mixing of conservatives and bohemians. Eccentric oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. The pulsating energy of the city fueled the bloodstream of international business, attracting people from all over the world.

The realization of this vibrating, irrepressible purpose and world-famous power gave me a delightful sensation, comparable only to a convulsive multiple organism.

As I made my way to the huge dressing room, I looked back at Gideon Cross's bed, rumpled from our sexual somersaults, and my heart sank with sweet memories. My hair was still wet from the shower, and I wrapped myself in a towel. There was still an hour and a half left before the start of the working day, which, of course, could not but rejoice. After all, I intended to devote part of this wonderful morning to sex, it could not be otherwise. Gideon woke up with the intention of conquering the whole world and liked to start this process by taking possession of me.

Well, isn't that happiness?

Since it was July and it was already quite hot, I chose slacks made of fine natural linen and a soft gray poplin top that perfectly suited my eyes. I do not have a hairdressing talent, and therefore I gathered my long blond hair into a simple ponytail and took up my face. And when I thought I looked decent, I left the bedroom.

As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard Gideon's voice. He spoke softly, but rather abruptly, to someone, and I realized that he was angry. It sent shivers down my spine. It was not so easy to piss him off ... unless it was about me. Already I managed to bring him to the point that he would raise his voice, and pour curses, and in anger run his hands through his amazing blue-black hair that fell to his shoulders.

However, most of the time, Gideon was the living embodiment of a powerful yet restrained force. And there was no need for him to break into a cry when he could instill fear in people with just a look or a short, chopped phrase.

I found Gideon in his office. He stood with his back to the door with a bluetooth receiver in his ear. His arms were crossed in his chest, his eyes were fixed on the window overlooking Fifth Avenue, and on the whole he gave the impression of a person extremely lonely, an individualist, detached from the world around him, but quite capable of controlling this world.

I leaned against the door frame and looked at my man with admiration. And I was absolutely sure that a much more interesting view opens up in front of me than in front of him. For the simple reason that from my vantage point I saw not only the skyscrapers, but also Gideon against them, who made an equally strong impression.

Gideon had showered before I even got out of bed, and his gorgeous, drug-addicting body was now hidden under an expensive, custom-tailored suit. I could see a stunning ass outlined under the trousers and a powerful back covered with a vest.

A framed collage of photographs adorned the wall of the study. Most of them were of the two of us, but one, very intimate, Gideon made himself when I was sleeping. Most of the pictures we, of course, were due to the paparazzi, relentlessly following him everywhere. And how could it be otherwise - Gideon Cross, the head of Cross Industries, managed to become one of the twenty-five richest people in the world by the age of twenty-eight. I had every reason to believe that he owned an impressive piece of Manhattan, and there was not the slightest doubt that he was the coolest guy on the planet.

And wherever he worked, his workplace was always decorated with my photos: it seemed that he was just as pleased to look at me as I was at him.

Turning gracefully, Gideon fixed me with his icy blue eyes. Of course, he already knew that I was looking at him. As soon as we were close to each other, a crackling energy field arose in the air between us, similar to that which precedes a powerful roll of thunder in a thunderstorm. I think he deliberately paused for a short time before looking at me, allowing me to enjoy his view. And the fact that it gives me pleasure was no secret to him.

Dangerous Brunette. And all mine.

God... His face was so overwhelming that it seemed impossible to get used to it. Those sculpted cheekbones, the expansion of dark eyebrows, blue eyes under the shadow of thick eyelashes and lips ... incredibly sensual and at the same time severe. I was driven crazy by his alluring sexy smile and trembled if they were compressed into a strict line. Well, when he pressed them to my body, I was seized by the fire of desire.

“Lord, you would have listened to yourself from the outside.”

My mouth twitched at the memory of how irritated I used to be by my girlfriends' rave reviews about their boyfriends' looks. And here is the result - I myself am completely and completely crazy about the magnificence of this difficult, discouraging, frightening, sexual, like sin itself, man, with whom every day I fall in love more and more.

Although now, when we looked at each other, he still continued to frown and sternly scold some poor fellow, his gaze fixed on me from cold and irritated quickly changed into scorching and passionate.

I never managed to get used to the changes that take place in him every time he looks at me: the force of the impact of his gaze was still such that I almost knocked me off my feet. This look unequivocally announced his strong, passionate desire to fuck me - which he did at every opportunity - but at the same time made me feel the inexorable strength of his will. Everything that Gideon did in his life bore the imprint of his authority and power.

See you on Saturday at eight, - he finished the conversation, after which he took the headset out of his ear and threw it on the table. - Come here, Eva.

I trembled. The way he said my name echoed the commanding tone he commanded, "Come on, Eva," as I lay under him...full of him...full of wanting to come for him.

Hey, now is not the time.

I backed out into the hallway as his interest made me weak. Already the very slight hoarseness in his sonorous, pleasant voice almost brought me to orgasm. And there was nothing to say about what happened when he touched me.

I hurried to the kitchen to make coffee for us.

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Dedicated to Nora Roberts, inspiration and true classic

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I am indebted to Cindy Huang and Leslie Gelbman for their support, encouragement, and most importantly, their love for the story of Gideon and Eva. Publishing and distributing books requires no less spiritual strength than writing them. For which I am very grateful to them.

Perhaps to fully express my gratitude to my agent Kimberly Whalen, I would have to write a separate book. The publication of the series has been undertaken in different countries and in different formats, but it has never lost sight of a single detail. And since she is always up to date, I am free to focus on my part of our collaboration - writing a book, for which I simply adore her.

Cindy, Leslie, Kim, Claire Pelly and Tom Wheeldon are backed by dynamic publishing teams Pinguin and Trident. I would really like to name everyone by name, but in fact there would be a whole village of them. The tirelessness and enthusiasm of many employees deserve the most sincere praise. Thanks to the diligence and dedication of the Pinguin and Trident teams, the Eva and Gideon series of books is being distributed around the world, and I simply owe them a debt of gratitude for their time dedicated to working with my writings.

I am deeply indebted to my editor, Hilary Sayers. Thanks to her activism, this series has become what it is, and to press and advertising agent Greg Sullivan, making my life much easier in many ways.

In addition, foreign publishers - at the time of this writing there are already more than three dozen - should be thanked for inviting Gideon and Eva to their countries to acquaint their readers with them. I am touched by this and appreciate the cooperation with you.

And it goes without saying, many thanks to readers from around the world who accepted and fell in love with the story of Gideon and Eva, because at that time when I was working on "Naked for You", it seemed to me that, apart from me, this story had no one at all will be interested. The fact that she has found so many benevolent readers is touching to the core. So let's continue our journey together with Gideon and Eve. Hot, bumpy roads are best driven with friends.

CHAPTER 1

I loved New York with the same passionate love as any other phenomenon in my life. The city was a stunning microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions, a place of constant mixing of conservatives and bohemians. Eccentric oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. The pulsating energy of the city fueled the bloodstream of international business, attracting people from all over the world.

The realization of this vibrating, irrepressible purpose and world-famous power gave me a delightful sensation, comparable only to the convulsive multiple orgasm.

As I made my way to the huge dressing room, I looked back at Gideon Cross's bed, rumpled from our sexual somersaults, and my heart sank with sweet memories. My hair was still wet from the shower, and I wrapped myself in a towel. There was still an hour and a half left before the start of the working day, which, of course, could not but rejoice. After all, I intended to devote part of this wonderful morning to sex, it could not be otherwise. Gideon woke up with the intention of conquering the whole world and liked to start this process by possessing me.

Well, isn't that happiness?

Since it was July and it was already quite hot, I chose slacks made of fine natural linen and a soft gray poplin top that perfectly suited my eyes. I have no hairdressing talent, so I put my long blond hair in a simple ponytail and took care of my face. And when I thought I looked decent, I left the bedroom.

As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard Gideon's voice. He spoke softly, but rather abruptly, to someone, and I realized that he was angry. It sent shivers down my spine. He was not so easy to piss off ... unless it was about me. Already I managed to bring him to the point that he would raise his voice, and pour curses, and in anger run his hands through his amazing blue-black hair that fell to his shoulders.

However, most of the time, Gideon was the living embodiment of a powerful yet restrained force. And there was no need for him to break into a cry, when he could easily instill fear in people with just a look or a short, chopped phrase.

I found Gideon in his office. He stood with his back to the door with a bluetooth receiver in his ear. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyes were fixed on the window overlooking Fifth Avenue, and on the whole he gave the impression of a man extremely lonely, an individualist, detached from the world around him, but quite capable of controlling this world.

I leaned against the door frame and looked at my man with admiration. And I was absolutely sure that a much more interesting view was opening up in front of me than in front of him. For the simple reason that from my vantage point I saw not only the skyscrapers, but also Gideon against them, who made an equally strong impression.

Gideon had showered before I even got out of bed, and his gorgeous, drug-addicting body was now hidden under an expensive, custom-made suit. I could see a stunning ass outlined under the trousers and a powerful back covered with a vest.

A framed collage of photographs adorned the wall of the study. Most of them were of the two of us, but one, very intimate, Gideon made himself when I was sleeping. Most of the pictures we, of course, were due to the paparazzi, who relentlessly followed him everywhere. And how could it be otherwise - Gideon Cross, the head of Cross Industries, managed to become one of the twenty-five richest people in the world by the age of twenty-eight. I had every reason to believe that he owned an impressive piece of Manhattan, and I had not the slightest doubt that he was the coolest guy on the planet.

And wherever he worked, his workplace was always decorated with my photos: it seemed that he was just as pleased to look at me as I was at him.

Turning gracefully, Gideon fixed me with his icy blue eyes. Of course, he already knew that I was looking at him. As soon as we were close to each other, a crackling energy field arose in the air between us, similar to that which precedes a powerful roll of thunder in a thunderstorm. I think he deliberately paused for a short time before looking at me, allowing me to enjoy his view. And the fact that it gives me pleasure was no secret to him.

I am indebted to Cindy Huang and Leslie Gelbman for their support, encouragement, and most importantly, their love for the story of Gideon and Eva. Publishing and distributing books requires no less spiritual strength than writing them. For which I am very grateful to them.

Perhaps to fully express my gratitude to my agent Kimberly Whalen, I would have to write a separate book. The publication of the series has been undertaken in different countries and in different formats, but it has never lost sight of a single detail. And since she is always up to date, I am free to focus on my part of our collaboration - writing a book, for which I simply adore her.

Cindy, Leslie, Kim, Claire Pelly and Tom Wheeldon are backed by dynamic publishing teams Pinguin and Trident. I would really like to name everyone by name, but in fact there would be a whole village of them. The tirelessness and enthusiasm of many employees deserve the most sincere praise. Thanks to the diligence and dedication of the Pinguin and Trident teams, the Eva and Gideon series of books is being distributed around the world, and I simply owe them a debt of gratitude for their time dedicated to working with my writings.

I am deeply indebted to my editor, Hilary Sayers. Thanks to her activism, this series has become what it is, and to press and advertising agent Greg Sullivan, making my life much easier in many ways.

In addition, foreign publishers - at the time of this writing there are already more than three dozen - should be thanked for inviting Gideon and Eve to their countries to acquaint their readers with them. I am touched by this and appreciate the cooperation with you.

And it goes without saying, many thanks to readers from around the world who accepted and fell in love with the story of Gideon and Eva, because at that time when I was working on "Naked for You", it seemed to me that, apart from me, this story had no one at all will be interested. The fact that she has found so many benevolent readers is touching to the core. So let's continue our journey together with Gideon and Eve. Hot, bumpy roads are best driven with friends.

I loved New York with the same passionate love as any other phenomenon in my life. The city was a stunning microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions, a place of constant mixing of conservatives and bohemians. Eccentric oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. The pulsating energy of the city fueled the bloodstream of international business, attracting people from all over the world.

The realization of this vibrating, irrepressible purpose and world-famous power gave me a delightful sensation, comparable only to the convulsive multiple orgasm.

As I made my way to the huge dressing room, I looked back at Gideon Cross's bed, rumpled from our sexual somersaults, and my heart sank with sweet memories. My hair was still wet from the shower, and I wrapped myself in a towel. There was still an hour and a half left before the start of the working day, which, of course, could not but rejoice. After all, I intended to devote part of this wonderful morning to sex, it could not be otherwise. Gideon woke up with the intention of conquering the whole world and liked to start this process by possessing me.

Well, isn't that happiness?

Since it was July and it was already quite hot, I chose slacks made of fine natural linen and a soft gray poplin top that perfectly suited my eyes. I have no hairdressing talent, so I put my long blond hair in a simple ponytail and took care of my face. And when I thought I looked decent, I left the bedroom.

As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard Gideon's voice. He spoke softly, but rather abruptly, to someone, and I realized that he was angry. It sent shivers down my spine. He was not so easy to piss off ... unless it was about me. Already I managed to bring him to the point that he would raise his voice, and pour curses, and in anger run his hands through his amazing blue-black hair that fell to his shoulders.

However, most of the time, Gideon was the living embodiment of a powerful yet restrained force. And there was no need for him to break into a cry, when he could easily instill fear in people with just a look or a short, chopped phrase.

I found Gideon in his office. He stood with his back to the door with a bluetooth receiver in his ear. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyes were fixed on the window overlooking Fifth Avenue, and on the whole he gave the impression of a man extremely lonely, an individualist, detached from the world around him, but quite capable of controlling this world.

I leaned against the door frame and looked at my man with admiration. And I was absolutely sure that a much more interesting view was opening up in front of me than in front of him. For the simple reason that from my vantage point I saw not only the skyscrapers, but also Gideon against them, who made an equally strong impression.

Gideon had showered before I even got out of bed, and his gorgeous, drug-addicting body was now hidden under an expensive, custom-made suit. I could see a stunning ass outlined under the trousers and a powerful back covered with a vest.

A framed collage of photographs adorned the wall of the study. Most of them were of the two of us, but one, very intimate, Gideon made himself when I was sleeping. Most of the pictures we, of course, were due to the paparazzi, who relentlessly followed him everywhere. And how could it be otherwise - Gideon Cross, the head of Cross Industries, managed to become one of the twenty-five richest people in the world by the age of twenty-eight. I had every reason to believe that he owned an impressive piece of Manhattan, and I had not the slightest doubt that he was the coolest guy on the planet.

And wherever he worked, his workplace was always decorated with my photos: it seemed that he was just as pleased to look at me as I was at him.

Turning gracefully, Gideon fixed me with his icy blue eyes. Of course, he already knew that I was looking at him. As soon as we were close to each other, a crackling energy field arose in the air between us, similar to that which precedes a powerful roll of thunder in a thunderstorm. I think he deliberately paused for a short time before looking at me, allowing me to enjoy his view. And the fact that it gives me pleasure was no secret to him.

Dangerous Brunette. And all mine.

God... His face was so overwhelming that it seemed impossible to get used to it. Those sculpted cheekbones, the expansion of dark eyebrows, blue eyes under the shadow of thick eyelashes and lips ... incredibly sensual and at the same time severe. I was driven crazy by his alluring sexy smile and trembled if they were compressed into a strict line. Well, when he pressed them to my body, I was seized by the fire of desire.

"Lord, you would have listened to yourself."

My mouth twitched at the memory of how irritated I used to be by my girlfriends' rave reviews about their boyfriends' looks. And here is the result - I myself am completely and completely crazy about the magnificence of this difficult, discouraging, frightening, sexual, like sin itself, man, with whom every day I fall in love more and more.

Although now, when we looked at each other, he still continued to frown and sternly scold some poor fellow, his gaze fixed on me from cold and irritated quickly changed into scorching and passionate.

Sylvia Day

reflected in you

I loved New York with the same passionate love as any other phenomenon in my life. The city was a stunning microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions, a place of constant mixing of conservatives and bohemians. Eccentric oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. The pulsating energy of the city fueled the bloodstream of international business, attracting people from all over the world.

The realization of this vibrating, irrepressible purpose and world-famous power gave me a delightful sensation, comparable only to a convulsive multiple organism.

As I made my way to the huge dressing room, I looked back at Gideon Cross's bed, rumpled from our sexual somersaults, and my heart sank with sweet memories. My hair was still wet from the shower, and I wrapped myself in a towel. There was still an hour and a half left before the start of the working day, which, of course, could not but rejoice. After all, I intended to devote part of this wonderful morning to sex, it could not be otherwise. Gideon woke up with the intention of conquering the whole world and liked to start this process by taking possession of me.

Well, isn't that happiness?

Since it was July and it was already quite hot, I chose slacks made of fine natural linen and a soft gray poplin top that perfectly suited my eyes. I do not have a hairdressing talent, and therefore I gathered my long blond hair into a simple ponytail and took up my face. And when I thought I looked decent, I left the bedroom.

As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard Gideon's voice. He spoke softly, but rather abruptly, to someone, and I realized that he was angry. It sent shivers down my spine. It was not so easy to piss him off ... unless it was about me. Already I managed to bring him to the point that he would raise his voice, and pour curses, and in anger run his hands through his amazing blue-black hair that fell to his shoulders.

However, most of the time, Gideon was the living embodiment of a powerful yet restrained force. And there was no need for him to break into a cry when he could instill fear in people with just a look or a short, chopped phrase.

I found Gideon in his office. He stood with his back to the door with a bluetooth receiver in his ear. His arms were crossed in his chest, his eyes were fixed on the window overlooking Fifth Avenue, and on the whole he gave the impression of a person extremely lonely, an individualist, detached from the world around him, but quite capable of controlling this world.

I leaned against the door frame and looked at my man with admiration. And I was absolutely sure that a much more interesting view opens up in front of me than in front of him. For the simple reason that from my vantage point I saw not only the skyscrapers, but also Gideon against them, who made an equally strong impression.

Gideon had showered before I even got out of bed, and his gorgeous, drug-addicting body was now hidden under an expensive, custom-tailored suit. I could see a stunning ass outlined under the trousers and a powerful back covered with a vest.

A framed collage of photographs adorned the wall of the study. Most of them were of the two of us, but one, very intimate, Gideon made himself when I was sleeping. Most of the pictures we, of course, were due to the paparazzi, relentlessly following him everywhere. And how could it be otherwise - Gideon Cross, the head of Cross Industries, managed to become one of the twenty-five richest people in the world by the age of twenty-eight. I had every reason to believe that he owned an impressive piece of Manhattan, and there was not the slightest doubt that he was the coolest guy on the planet.

And wherever he worked, his workplace was always decorated with my photos: it seemed that he was just as pleased to look at me as I was at him.

Turning gracefully, Gideon fixed me with his icy blue eyes. Of course, he already knew that I was looking at him. As soon as we were close to each other, a crackling energy field arose in the air between us, similar to that which precedes a powerful roll of thunder in a thunderstorm. I think he deliberately paused for a short time before looking at me, allowing me to enjoy his view. And the fact that it gives me pleasure was no secret to him.

Dangerous Brunette. And all mine.

God... His face was so overwhelming that it seemed impossible to get used to it. Those sculpted cheekbones, the expansion of dark eyebrows, blue eyes under the shadow of thick eyelashes and lips ... incredibly sensual and at the same time severe. I was driven crazy by his alluring sexy smile and trembled if they were compressed into a strict line. Well, when he pressed them to my body, I was seized by the fire of desire.

“Lord, you would have listened to yourself from the outside.”

My mouth twitched at the memory of how irritated I used to be by my girlfriends' rave reviews about their boyfriends' looks. And here is the result - I myself am completely and completely crazy about the magnificence of this difficult, discouraging, frightening, sexual, like sin itself, man, with whom every day I fall in love more and more.

Although now, when we looked at each other, he still continued to frown and sternly scold some poor fellow, his gaze fixed on me from cold and irritated quickly changed into scorching and passionate.

I never managed to get used to the changes that take place in him every time he looks at me: the force of the impact of his gaze was still such that I almost knocked me off my feet. This look unequivocally announced his strong, passionate desire to fuck me - which he did at every opportunity - but at the same time made me feel the inexorable strength of his will. Everything that Gideon did in his life bore the imprint of his authority and power.

See you on Saturday at eight, - he finished the conversation, after which he took the headset out of his ear and threw it on the table. - Come here, Eva.

I trembled. The way he said my name echoed the commanding tone he commanded, "Come on, Eva," as I lay under him...full of him...full of wanting to come for him.

Hey, now is not the time.

I backed out into the hallway as his interest made me weak. Already the very slight hoarseness in his sonorous, pleasant voice almost brought me to orgasm. And there was nothing to say about what happened when he touched me.

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About Reflected in You by Sylvia Day

Reflected in You is a book by Sylvia Day, first published in 2013. The writer's novel is a continuation of the sensational work "Nude for You", which is often compared with the popular book "50 Shades of Grey". However, fans of Day's work do not like this comparison, since, in their opinion, the author's books are something special.

The first bestseller "Nude for You" was published with a circulation of several million copies. According to critics, it is the most popular paperback novel of the last ten years. The second work “Reflected in you” caused no less “boom” among critics and readers.

Sylvia Day is called a real sensation, because the author's novels captivate the reader with sensuality and a plot that is not trivial for this genre. This is a real discovery for fans of love and erotic novels.

In the center of the plot of the work are Gideon and Eve, a young couple from New York. At first glance, they seem to be quite successful and happy people. But in fact, all their lives they are fettered by fear, which does not allow the heroes to create healthy relationships. Love has become a real test for them and even torment. Their obsession with each other has driven them to the brink of insanity.

Both heroes have experienced a lot in childhood, as a result of which it is difficult for them to open up and trust their partner. Their relationship is constantly on the verge of collapse: as soon as everything gets better, as soon as everything starts to break down again. They constantly quarrel, then make up and quarrel again. However, none of them is willing (or unable) to break this vicious circle.

Undoubtedly, in order to build relationships, the characters need to open their souls to each other. But not every man is ready to open up a woman, and vice versa. In order not to lose faith in love, Gideon and Eve will have to take a step back, look at everything from the outside and forget about the fear of being rejected and misunderstood.

The book "Reflected in You", unlike the first work of Sylvia Day "Naked for You", places less emphasis on erotic scenes. Of course, the theme of sex is touched upon more than once in the work. But there is still more feelings and drama. In addition, the book has a detective storyline involving Eve's family problems.

Will the characters in the novel be able to open up and make their relationship more emotionally stable? Will they trust each other? You will learn about this by reading the exciting book to the last page.

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Quotes from Reflected in You by Sylvia Day

The problem with nightmares is that you can't prepare for them. They roll at the moment when a person is most vulnerable, devastated, weakened and completely defenseless. And they do not necessarily happen in a dream.

You blew me away at first sight,” Gideon grumbled. I just couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to fuck you, and immediately. I wanted so much that I could go crazy. I was ready to take you by force.
Well, how could it happen that then, at our first meeting, I didn’t notice anything like that?

There was still an hour and a half left before the start of the working day, which, of course, could not but rejoice. After all, I intended to devote part of this wonderful morning to sex, it could not be otherwise. Gideon woke up with the intention of conquering the whole world and liked to start this process by taking possession of me.
Well, isn't that happiness?

"I'll kill for you, I'll give up everything I have for you... but I won't give up on you." Gideon knelt on the cold, hard marble floor. And bowed his head. Pending. I sewed the same pose, repeating it, as in a mirror. She took his face in her hands and, touching her lips to the skin, whispered words of gratitude for his gift:
- Thank you thank you thank you…

God... His face was so overwhelming that it seemed impossible to get used to it. Those sculpted cheekbones, the expansion of dark eyebrows, blue eyes under the shadow of thick eyelashes and lips ... incredibly sensual and at the same time severe. I was driven crazy by his alluring sexy smile and trembled if they were compressed into a strict line. Well, when he pressed them to my body, I was seized by the fire of desire.
“Lord, you would have listened to yourself from the outside.”