sabato 30 novembre 2013

Book Blitz: Tyler Nitbone di Imran Siddiq + giveaway

Buongiorno ^^ Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento uno young adult fantascientifico, spero possa piacervi :) 

Titolo: Tyler Nitbone
Autore: Imran Siddiq
Genere: Young Adult fantascientifico
Trama: Tyler can Cross into parallel realities. Employed by a secret organization, he collects data about worlds encountered to improve the Alternate Worlds Map. Except the organization have apprehended him, tampered with his memory, and accused him of a crime he can’t recollect. They must have the wrong seventeen-year old? Nope – even Tyler’s friends have evidence against him.
There are rules to being a Alternate Worlds Viewer:

DO NOT interact with the environment.
DO NOT interfere with events.
DO NOT reveal the ability to Cross.

Tyler has broken with one. But which? All of them?
Worst of all he hates his surname: Nitbone.
Chased by the organization, he will Cross into explosive worlds to uncover the real traitor or risk the lives of zillions.
Tyler Nitbone must interfere to undo the interference

Imran Siddiq may have tried to leave Leicester a few times, but its become his place to wake up to two cats, freeze when the heating’s off and most of all, get down to writing. At a young age, his primary school teacher commented on his creativity and ability to tell stories.  At the age of 29, during a night in the jungle, the bug inside awakened, and for the last 5 years he’s been sacrificing every second that he can to write. A veteran of writing festivals, a presence on Twitter and gobbling up all forms of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, he hopes he can bring a smile to others in the same way that he had, aged 5, reading with a torch under his duvet. Imran’s preferred genre  is YA Sci Fi, and he has a tendency to throw a droid in every novel.

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venerdì 29 novembre 2013

Book Blitz: The last bastion of the living di Rhiannon Frater

Buongiorno ^^ Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento il romanzo di un'autrice che mi piace molto, Rhiannon Frater :) Si tratta di un horror fantascientifico, spero possa piacervi :) 

Titolo: The last bastion of the living
Autore: Rhiannon Frater
Genere: Adult horror fantascientifico
Trama: The Bastion was humanity’s last hope against the fearsome undead creatures known as the Inferi Scourge. A fortified city with a high wall, surrounded by lush land rich with all the resources needed to survive, protected by high mountain summits, and a massive gate to secure the only pass into the valley, the Bastion became the last stronghold of the living on earth. But one fateful day, the gate failed and the Inferi Scourge destroyed the human settlements outside the walls and trapped the survivors inside the city. Now decades later, the last remaining humans are struggling to survive in a dying city as resources and hope dwindle.
Vanguard Maria Martinez has lived her whole life within the towering walls of steel. She yearns for a life away from the overcrowded streets, rolling blackouts, and food shortages, but there is no hope for anyone as long as the Inferi Scourge howl outside the high walls. Her only refuge from the daily grind is in the arms of her lover, Dwayne Reichardt, an officer in the Bastion Constabulary. Both are highly-decorated veterans of the last disastrous push against the Inferi Scourge. Their secret affair is her only happiness.Then one day Maria is summoned to meet with a mysterious representative from the Science Warfare Division and is offered the opportunity to finally destroy the Inferi Scourge in the valley and close the gate. The rewards of success are great, but she will have to sacrifice everything, possibly even her life, to accomplish the ultimate goal of securing the future of humanity and saving it from extinction.

Rhiannon Frater is the award-winning author of over a dozen books, including the As the World Dies zombie trilogy (Tor), as well as independent works such as The Last Bastion of the Living (declared the #1 Zombie Release of 2012 by Explorations Fantasy Blog and the #1 Zombie Novel of the Decade by B&N Book Blog), and other horror novels. Her next novel for Tor, Dead Spots, will be published in 2014. She was born and raised a Texan and presently lives in Austin, Texas with her husband and furry children (a.k.a pets).  She loves scary movies, sci-fi and horror shows, playing video games, cooking, dyeing her hair weird colors, and shopping for Betsey Johnson purses and shoes. 



A massive shockwave rippled through the perimeter wall, tossing soldiers off their feet and onto the catwalk, or over the wall into the Scourge horde below as one of the mobile units twisted around in one of the deeper craters and wrenched another unit completely about. The torsion between the two units sent another shudder through the perimeter wall and Maria clung to the catwalk as Ryan fell on top of her. Together, they rode the catwalk to the ground, tumbling into the mud. Maria immediately scrambled to her feet and gasped.
The steel mesh had torn free of one of the units and the Scourge were shoving their bodies through the frayed opening. The squads closest to the breach opened fire. The mesh wall shimmered as it wavered under the onslaught of the undead. The mobile units continued on their designated course to their next position, ripping another hole in the mesh wall.
“Fall back!” someone ordered as the Inferi Scourge shoved through the widening openings.
Ryan grabbed Maria’s shoulder and dragged her toward a section where the fallen catwalks formed a barrier along with some of the unpacked supply units. Lindsey scrambled to follow. 
The squads formed a line, shooting at the Scourge coming through the gap. For several agonizing minutes, they were successful at holding the howling creatures back.
“Tiltrotors are en route!” a voice intoned in her helmet.
Sweat poured down Maria’s face as she reloaded. Ryan lobbed several grenades toward the breach as Lindsey fired over Maria’s head. 
“About that date…” Ryan said, grinning despite the fear in his eyes.
Maria slid around him into a better position and aimed at a Scourge trying to scale the fallen edge of the wall. “You’re supposed to give me a reason to live, dumb ass,” she groused.
Another soldier landed in the mud beside her and helped her obliterate the Scourge trying to scramble through another widening tear in the wall. 
“This was a stupid plan!” she shouted.
“It seemed like a good one when we planned it,” the soldier answered.
It took her a full second to realize it was Chief Defender Dwayne Reichardt.
“Sorry, sir,” she said quickly.
He shook his head, still firing. “Let’s just live through this!”
The Scourge pushed further into the perimeter. Maria knew now it was only a matter of minutes before they were all dead. She tried not to hear the screams of the soldiers overcome by the Inferi Scourge. The Scourge tore at them, ripping at their body armor, trying to reach flesh so they could bite and infect. One soldier was pulled free of a group of Scourge, his armor still intact as his comrades gunned down the creatures that had attacked him. 
Vanguard Stillson lobbed a grenade at a catwalk’s treads and the explosion toppled it over onto the Inferi Scourge.
They were losing ground swiftly and chaos ruled. No one was listening to orders barked over the feed anymore, but were just trying to survive. The perimeter wall attached to the city wall still stood intact with the catwalks still secured to it. Many soldiers clambered onto it, trying to escape the ground. Maria, Ryan, Lindsey and the Chief Defender started to fall back, providing cover to those trying to reach higher ground. 
Rappelling ropes started to fall from the high wall. Frantic soldiers gripped the lines and climbed upward, their muddy boots slipping against the steel surface. 
Maria tripped, falling on her ass, and the Chief Defender hauled her up swiftly. The Scourge were everywhere now, smashing through the clusters of soldiers, howling. Maria fired point blank into the face of one as it charged her. The Chief Defender knocked another one back with the butt of his rifle. Together they charged through the mud toward the city wall. 
Ryan and Lindsey were just ahead of them and nearing the remaining catwalks when Maria saw a flash of light. A massive force slammed into her and sent her sprawling through the air. 
Blackness surged up to claim her, and she fought not to drown in it. Pulling herself onto her elbows, her body felt numb and her helmet was gone. Beside her, the Chief Defender struggled to get up. His armor was punctured with shrapnel and blood poured through the tears. 
Lifting her weapon, Maria aimed toward the creatures trying to climb over the corpses of Scourge and soldiers the grenade blast had killed. Pulling the trigger, she felt the rifle pulsing as it hurtled bullets into the bodies of the rampaging dead.
“Tiltrotor!” Ryan’s voice screamed near her.
She kept firing, but flicked her gaze to one side to see Ryan carrying a badly-wounded Lindsey over one broad shoulder. The churning wind pulled her gaze up to the aircraft slowly descending over the fray. Beside her, the Chief Defender fell over onto his side, unable to get up. 
Maria grabbed his arm and shifted her body under it. Rising to her knees, she pulled him upright. 
He screamed. Together, they managed to get to their feet as Maria fired at the Scourge drawing closer.
Vanguard Stillson’s huge body moved through the crowd of Inferi Scourge like a rampaging elephant, tossing them left and right, shooting a few as he went. His helmet was gone and his armor was smoldering. Maria could see the shrapnel from the grenade had sliced away parts of his face. Yet Stillson kept fighting. The Scourge were so intent on him, Ryan and the others were able to skirt past the mob and head toward the aircraft. 
Casting one last look at Stillson, Maria gasped as a Scourge grabbed the man’s thick neck and bit into his cheek, infecting him. Usually the Scourge abandoned a victim successfully infected with the virus and moved on to another, but this one kept tearing at Stillson, chewing and appearing to devour his flesh.
Reichardt stumbled, forcing Maria’s attention away from Stillson’s demise. Pulling her superior up to his feet again, she continued to fire at any Scourge rushing them. Around her, other soldiers continued to fall, fighting the undead to their last breath.
“Keep moving, Chief Defender,” she urged him. “I don’t want to die today.”
“Neither do I, and my name is Dwayne,” he said crisply, his voice filled with pain and determination.
“I’m Maria.”
“Nice to meet you, Maria. Now, let’s not die,” Dwayne said
“Is that an order?” Maria kicked over a Scourge and shot it in the face.
“Without a doubt,” Dwayne answered with a grin.


Maria was dozing lightly when Dwayne crawled into bed with her. The fans around the bed hummed softly, and her body was cool beneath the thin sheets. As Dwayne’s naked body stretched out next to hers, she rolled over and kissed him.
“You’re awake,” he said, surprised, and wrapped his arms around her. 
“You’re late,” Maria replied. She ran her fingers down over his face, feeling the light poke of his stubble against her skin. 
“You got my message, didn’t you?” Dwayne asked worriedly.
“Uh huh. Dinner with the kids.”
“The twins wanted to see me.” Dwayne’s hands gently pushed her hair back from her face, his fingers gentle as always. “Even Caitlyn joined us.”
Maria knew that Dwayne’s eldest daughter was usually unavailable. She was an assistant to one of the president’s council members. “How was she?”
“Argumentative as always. I felt like I was on trial. She should have been a lawyer. It was exhausting. I just wanted to get back here and see you.”
“Just see me?” Climbing on top of him, she whispered softly to him in Spanish, knowing he loved it. 
“I don’t know what the hell you’re saying, but it sounds great,” he said with a little moan as she rubbed her bare breasts over his chest and kissed his neck.
Soon he was hard and inside her and they gasped as their bodies rode together. Dwayne wrapped his fingers in her hair and kissed her deeply as they came together, perfectly matched as always.
“I like that greeting,” he finally whispered in a husky voice.
Resting her forehead against his, she smiled slightly. “Me too.”
“I should get delayed more often,” he teased as his hands slid over her hips.
Maria’s hands traced over his muscled chest lightly, the light smattering of hair tickling her palms. She could sense Dwayne tensing as his expression grew concerned. 
“Maria, why are you awake?”
“I have something to tell you.”
“Okay,” he said cautiously.
Sliding off of him and tucking herself into his side, she drew a breath, then said, “I volunteered today for a new program with the Science Warfare Division.”
“What? With the SWD? Why?” Sitting up, Dwayne frowned. “Explain it to me.”
“Technically, I’m not supposed to,” Maria replied, pushing herself up to face him. 
Dwayne narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing steely. It was a look she remembered from when he had once been her commanding officer. It used to terrify her, but now it just made her want to comfort him.
“Cut the bullshit, Maria. We both know the SWD hasn’t done anything effective in years. If they want you for some sort of special ops, I want to know what it is. Petra was busting her ass all day trying to find out what is up with the SWD and the secret meetings today, and she came up empty. If you know something, I want to know. Not just because it concerns you, but because upper echelon has a tendency to leave me out of the loop when it matters most to our people. We already break enough rules being together, so spill it.” 
Maria shoved her hair back from her face and sat cross legged in front of him. Pulling the sheet over her legs, she took a deep breath. “Fine. Fine. It’s a big operation and it has the full support of the president. It’s huge, Dwayne. I think this is why the president is so optimistic about finally beating back the Scrags.”
“Tell me more.” His voice was like steel and his gaze was intense.
Maria hesitated, knowing that what she was about to relate would only antagonize him more. 
“They asked me to volunteer because I’m physically fit, unattached as far as they know, and I’m not ‘breeding stock’ and therefore, not important to maintaining our population.” 
“That’s a shitty way to put it.” 
“I didn’t care much for his wording either. But the really big news is this, Dwayne,” she said, reaching out to take his hand, “they think they found a way to fool the Scrags into not attacking the living. It’s like an antidote. They said even if the Scrags did bite me, I wouldn’t get infected.”
“If they swarm you, that won’t matter. You’ll die.” Dwayne’s voice was clipped, his expression concerned. 
“But if they think I’m one of them...” She flicked her dark eyes up to meet his vivid blue ones. 
“...they won’t swarm me.”
“They never attack each other,” Dwayne admitted, realizing where the conversation was leading. 
“I could walk among them, kill them, and walk away without being attacked.” Hearing the words coming from her own lips made her shiver, but the excitement of being able to fight the Inferi Scourge without fear was like electricity in her blood. “I’m going to help clear the valley and close the gate.”
“So they forcibly conscripted you into doing this.” Dwayne shook his head.
“No. It’s volunteer only. They didn’t tell me the mission until I volunteered.”
“I should have known.” He leaned back on the pillows, covering his face with one hand. “The canceled meetings, the aircraft, the SWD being involved, and you being late back from your patrol.”
Maria tenderly rested her hand his chest. “I have to do this. They’ll give me a plot of land once the valley is cleared and the gate is repaired and shut. I can pick anywhere I want. I’ll get a standard settlement deal - one prefab house and furniture.” She leaned her chin on his shoulder and stared at him. “I want out of this city, Dwayne. I want those fuckers gone. I want a life with you. Maybe we can’t have kids, but we could have a good life if those things aren’t out there.”
Lifting his hand, he settled it against her cheek. “How long?”
“The serum will give us four to six months to clear the valley. They think I’m unattached, so...”
Dwayne held her tenderly against him. “Other people will do it. You don’t have to go.”
She was silent, unsure of how to answer. 
Dwayne chuckled, shaking his head. “What am I saying? Of course, you do. You’ve been going batshit crazy with the rolling blackouts and shortages just like the rest of us.” He kissed her brow, smoothing her hair back from her face. “The one thing you can’t stand is not being able to do anything.”
“Exactly. So now that I can do something...”
“Once you’re back, the divorce will be settled, the twins will have graduated from high school, and we can concentrate on us. We will get married.”
“And move out to a nice prefab house near the lake,” Maria added.
“Absolutely.” He swept her hair back from her face. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’m doing this for us.”
“I know, but I’ll still miss you and worry about you every second you’re gone.” He sighed, then asked, “When are you going to leave?”
“In forty-eight hours,” she answered, her voice catching. Rubbing her palm against his chest, she struggled not to cry. “I love you, Dwayne Reichardt.”
“I love you, Maria Martinez.” He slightly frowned. “Forty-eight hours, huh?” 
“Uh huh.” 
“You won’t be doing much sleeping,” he decided and dragged her over on top of him.

mercoledì 27 novembre 2013

Book Blitz: Stim di Kevin Berry + giveaway

Buongiorno ^^ Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento un new adult contemporaneo, spero possa piacervi :) 

Titolo: Stim
Autore: Kevin Berry
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: Robert is different. He has Asperger’s Syndrome. He experiences the world differently to 99% of the population. Follow his entertaining and highly empathetic story as he struggles to realise and accept who he really is, try to understand other people—which he cannot—and find a girlfriend. Especially find a girlfriend—he’s decided it’s his special project for the year. Accompanied on this transformative journey by his quirky flatmates, Chloe (who also has Asperger’s, amongst other things), Stef (who hasn’t, but doesn’t mind) and their oddly-named kitten, Robert endures a myriad of awkward moments in his quest to meet a nice, normal girl…and not even a major earthquake will stop him.
This absorbing and humorous story is starkly told from Robert’s point of view, through the kaleidoscope of autistic experience.

Kevin Berry is an indie author. His particular niche is writing Aspie New Adult contemporary novels set in an earthquake zone. The first of these is STIM, published in October 2013.
His first novels, co-written with Diane Berry, are Dragons Away!, Growing Disenchantments and Fountain of Forever (humorous fantasy). These are available as paperbacks and ebooks at Amazon and elsewhere.



Meeting Chloe in the café became comfortingly familiar and as regular as clockwork. On Mondays, Tuesdays (twice), Thursdays and Fridays, we convened in the café—nearly always at the same corner table, whenever we could occupy it, and with the same drinks—like déjà vu stuck in some kind of unstoppable time loop. On a few occasions, the time passed without either of us saying anything, but somehow comforted by the other’s presence. Sometimes we talked about our studies or assignments, but mostly we talked about ourselves. Or more accurately, I should say Chloe talked about herself. She had been entirely truthful about the verbal diarrhoea. Words spilled out of her mouth with a rapid staccato, machine-gun-like rhythm.
But I did not mind this. When I was in the café by myself, I could only observe people interacting socially, try to work out what was going on in their minds and what it was they were doing, to try to unravel the mystery of their behaviour. I never actually knew what was going on with them, could never properly interpret what I observed, because I could only imagine. 
Invariably, people behaved inconsistently and did not do what I expected or wanted them to do, and I could not discern any patterns underlying their actions. This was confusing, sometimes bewildering.
With Chloe, it was all very easy. She just poured herself out to me, wholly and honestly and clearly, and I lapped it all up like a thirsty kitten drinking cream from the saucer of knowledge. For the first time, I had a friend I could understand, and who could understand me, because we seemed to communicate on the same wavelength. I think she felt the same, but she never said exactly.
Chloe told me all about herself, how she had been first diagnosed when young, and passed from doctor to doctor and psychiatrist to psychiatrist, collecting the acronyms of different diagnoses like alphabet soup until finally she was evaluated with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). 
Once she knew that, she sped-read numerous books on the subject, assimilating their collective wisdom. The very best, she told me, were those written by fellow Aspies who had struggled to fit into the NS world but ultimately prevailed to establish their own place within it somehow, and yet remain true to themselves. Chloe said she could identify with their early lives, and that everything in her own life, past and present, made sense to her after reading those books. She had always known she was different, and now she understood why. And I agreed with her. I borrowed the books and read them too. I felt the same.
Chloe explained that her father travelled a lot on business and tried to make up for his frequent absences by ensuring that she always had the best care possible. Evaluations. Psych tests. 
Personality tests. Private mental hospital whenever she felt especially distressed. A seemingly interminable tweaking of her medications (eleven different combinations so far) in an attempt to find the right mix and dosage, a kind of educated guessing on the part of her doctors. There is so little known about the human mind in general and the Aspie mind in particular. It is so complex that all the doctors can do is just try one thing at a time, pick up the pieces if it does not work out as planned, and try something else, trying to solve the incomplete jigsaw of a fractured human mind.
One day when she met me in the café, my life changed forever.


The temperature seemed even hotter than before as we pushed the trolleys back the same way to collect my belongings. My feet dragged as if I were wading through golden syrup with a ball and chain attached to each of my legs. I tried to imagine that we were trudging through some endless desert somewhere, but it obviously was not a desert, it was a main road lined with P30 parking signs, and the shopping trolleys were probably marginally easier to push along the footpath than through the sand. They did seem to have a life of their own, though. The concert outside the Student Union still proceeded noisily and apparently quite chaotically, and if we were heckled again, I did not notice. This was because I felt too exhausted to look. My shirt and Chloe’s top were wet with sweat and sticking to our skin.
We loaded my things into the trolleys—one box of clothes, my laptop and two boxes of books. I collect books like a dragon reputedly hoards riches. They are my little treasures, though I cannot afford to buy them often, and I usually acquire them second-hand. I love it that a book can be relied upon to provide the identical information, or tell the same tale, time after time—unlike people, who can be fickle. Rereading something I already know is grounding for me, and it is pleasing to know that information in a book is always the same each time I look at it.
It was now late afternoon. The trolleys were not easy to handle, not having been designed for long-distance pavement journeys, and squeaked continuously, making me grind my teeth in annoyance. Chloe stimmed by tapping out a beat on the handle of her trolley as we walked, the regularity of which was reasonably calming. Sometimes, one of the trolley wheels would stick and drag along the footpath with a high-pitched shrieking until it freed itself. Other times a wheel would turn randomly, causing one of the trolleys to lurch sideways abruptly, like a pouncing metallic cat. However, we managed the almost 3km back to our new home without serious incident.
After the constant noise and bustle of the halls of residence, it seemed positively tranquil in the new house. I got my first look at my new room. It was a comfortable size, 4.7m by 3.9m, and well laid out, almost a clone of Chloe’s room in size and shape. Chloe had the room next to mine, then there was Stef’s room, and one bathroom, which we would all have to share. Chloe announced that she would draw up a colour-coded timetable for the bathroom for the three of us each morning and evening. I appreciated that careful planning on her behalf. That was one more detail arranged (and one fewer thing about which to be anxious).
We unloaded my possessions and took them into the house. Chloe bent over and carefully placed a box of books on top of the one that I had put down next to the bookcase. As she stood up, she wiped the perspiration from her forehead with her left hand. She wore a white sleeveless top (because this was a Friday), and sweat gleamed on her arms and shoulders. Her blue hair was tousled, and I wondered if she felt as worn out by the heat as I did. One strap of her top had fallen down her right shoulder, but she ignored it, or perhaps was unaware of it. She took three steps to my bed and lay down, letting out a heavy sigh. She twirled her hair with her left hand, and patted the bed with her right hand.
“Robert, why don’t you sit down here? You must be tired. You could rest a while too, lie down, maybe. We could talk or…you know, something.”
I thought I knew how she felt, though, of course, I could not know for sure without Chloe telling me. This was a significant move for us both, bringing a lot of change and, inescapably, anxiety. As she rested, I looked eagerly at the empty bookcase, already mentally arranging my books in order by category and (within that) alphabetically by author. I felt a surge of excitement as I anticipated removing them from the cardboard prisons of their boxes, feeling the smooth dust covers in my hands, and placing their regular rectangular shapes neatly onto the white shelves in front of me in a perfectly ordered, systematic manner.
Chloe sighed again. Perhaps it was because she realised she would have to unpack also, and felt too tired to do so. Suddenly, I realised that we had missed our break together at the university café because we had been too busy moving into the house. I felt thirsty. A cold drink would be good, but a hot drink ought to be better. Apparently, hot drinks cool your body down faster than cold ones.
“Do you want to go out for a coffee?” I asked her.
“I don’t drink coffee,” she said abruptly, then sat up, stood and left the room. A few seconds later, I heard the door of her room close.
That is right, I admonished myself. Chloe drinks green tea. No wonder she did not want to go out for a coffee.
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martedì 26 novembre 2013

Book Blitz: Entwine di Rebecca Berto + giveaway

Buongiorno ^^ Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento un new adult contemporaneo, spero possa piacervi :) Non perdete il ricco giveaway alla fine del post ;)

Titolo: Entwine
Autore: Rebecca Berto
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: 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.

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.



When Sarah first came home her ears had a faint ring in them, and now, 
in the aching silence, they buzzed at her fiercely. Her first thought was Ah! 
Relative quiet for once. I’ll just sneak in and get my mobile phone. Now she wished her dad had been doing anything else, even playing that stupid rock ‘n’ roll music. She had a solution for that: plug in her Favourites playlist and turn the volume up.
She heard the first moan, whispering through the walls. She was drawn 
toward the sound in her parents’ bedroom; it was like the undeniable dread of 
watching someone being bullied from afar. It was being unsure how to make it stop. 
But Sarah’s mum was out, and there was definitely two people making 
those sounds in there. For the first few moments, Sarah wondered if her mum 
had suddenly materialised here. Why else would her dad be moaning in sync 
with that female voice, and the bed legs be screeching in that way? 
She remembered arriving into the silence that had encased her, replacing 
the throbbing sounds from the party she’d just been at, thinking it all seemed 
too quiet in here. 
She was right.
Sarah felt the blood drain from her face. A sense of nothingness washed 
over her as she braced her palm to the wall outside her parents’ bedroom, 
narrowly preventing her wobbly legs from taking her down. 
What should she do?
She willed her ears to block out what she heard, but she knew sticking 
her fingers in the holes wouldn’t help a bit. And her dad didn’t deserve to be 
the reason she harmed herself if she poked inside too hard. 
Sarah wished she could run, but instead her feet stayed rooted against 
the wall, and she shivered at the choice she had to make. What would she do, tell her mum that she could hear the bed creaking against the frame, that her dad’s friend wasn’t trying to be quiet at all? 
The sounds triggered a memory. She’d caught a weird text message 
when sitting at the kitchen bench, her playing with her dad’s phone, her mum 
still at work. Her dad had snapped his mobile phone from her fingers and told 
her to go to her room. Her shock back then debilitated her choice to tell her 
mum. Her voice didn’t work when she tried to speak, and her throat was tight 
even when she swallowed. Now, hearing what was happening behind the 
wall, she had no idea where to even begin. 
Sarah clamped a hand over her mouth in case she sobbed loudly, forced 
her other hand to push her from the lure of the wall where she had been 
frozen, and to walk herself out the front door.
Back to that party. Back through the shadows of darkness and odd orbs 
of light, along the sidewalk, back to the noise and the alcohol, and the people trying to forget their responsibilities. 
She combed her fingers through her mocha brown hair, the ends tapering 
off at her breasts. It was the same colour as her mum’s. Would her dad 
hate her now, being reminded of the wife he clearly had no care for? Would 
physical factors, like Sarah’s pale grey eyes, the same shade as her mum’s 
favourite cardigan, be as horrible to him as her inner qualities?
She realised when she got to the party that she never did get her mobile 
phone from her room as she had originally intended, so she’d have to wait for 
someone to open the door. 
There were two fanning plants in pots, framing the double door entrance. 
A porch stretched under the balcony of the first floor and a swinging bench 
sat at the far end beside the garden bed. The music was so loud the bass 
vibrated through the concrete underneath her feet and she could only hear a 
faint sound when she tried knocking anyway. 
She blinked against the memory of the sound of the bed frame creaking 
and that shrieking sound that made her insides churn, until soon enough a 
drunk girl in a miniskirt stumbled out the door with a guy staring at her ass, 
laughing at nothing at all.
Sarah slipped inside, found a corner free on a couch next to two people 
chatting and bit her lip, thinking too much when she shouldn’t have been 
thinking much at all, as a regular sixteen-year-old at a regular house party.


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 
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.
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.


The smell of the man next to her, panting and sweating from obviously
running to catch the train, didn’t matter. Nor did the fact she was standing for a one-hour train trip in heels. There was little that could matter to her right now—except for when the train suddenly stopped, and the driver announced a delay.
“We have stopped to attend to an ill passenger on board,” he said. “I 
don’t know how long the wait will be, but it could be up to forty-five minutes 
due to peak hour traffic and the patient’s condition. Thank you for your 
At that time, Sarah heard a deep, yet smooth voice say, “Lucky I don’t 
plan on being anywhere.”
She knew it was Him before she looked up to meet his eyes. Apart from 
the fact she was sure it came from somewhere in front of her, or thereabouts, 
a voice in her head associated it with the man she’d almost profiled to full 
Looking up, she saw his face and, for some reason, knowing what his 
voice sounded like was like tying up a little bow on top of her perfect package.
“It’s not like I have to be anywhere,” Sarah agreed.
For a moment, she matched his gaze, trying to stop from doing anything 
suggestive. She wanted to lick her lips as they were dry, and she was sure 
even a little grin would crack them. Only an hour ago she’d had gloss on them 
from her special first day at work, but now they felt dry and baron.
Oh, how with every moment she stood here, it got worse. Now her head 
was itchy. If only she could sneak up a fingernail to scratch. Just above and 
behind her ear. Just a bit. But Sarah couldn’t. Why was a stranger doing this 
to her? 
Sarah held her place, gazing with as much power as he had. She 
wouldn’t lick her lips. Or scratch her head. And now she was a dry, twitching 
Stuff it. 
She turned a little, trying to hide her hand, and covered it by fussing with 
her hair near her ear, and licked away the cracked feeling from her lips. When 
she looked up, the man was shamelessly staring. She knew that look. There 
was no mistaking that, for some reason, he was as intrigued by her as she 
was him.
“Here,” the man said. He bent and dropped against the railing behind his 
back, his knees sticking out at the sides, and his huge legs separated in a 
way that made Sarah want to look away but couldn’t. “Sit here. Your feet must
be sore.”
That made Sarah self-conscious, made her unable to move. Had he seen
her shoes? Or looked up and down the length of her? The idea thrilled her.
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lunedì 25 novembre 2013

Recensione: In fuga di Kevin Hearne

Buona lettura ^^

Titolo: In fuga
Autore: Kevin Hearne
Editore: Fanucci
Collana: Tif Extra
Pagine: 320
Prezzo: 10,00€
Trama: Atticus O’Sullivan, l’ultimo dei druidi, risponde ‘ventuno’ quando gli chiedono l’età, ma non sono anni, sono secoli. A Tempe, in Arizona, nessuno ha motivo di approfondire: tutti credono al giovanotto irlandese con il braccio tatuato che gestisce tranquillamente la sua libreria dell’occulto. Nessuno sospetta che sia una copertura per un fuggitivo che ha rubato la leggendaria Fragarach, la spada in grado di trapassare qualunque armatura, a un dio celtico che non l’ha presa per niente bene e che gli dà la caccia, sempre più irritato e vendicativo ogni secolo che passa. Ma non si può rimanere nascosti a lungo nell’era di internet, e la divinità furiosa sta per piombare su di lui. Atticus avrà bisogno di tutti i suoi poteri e dell’aiuto della sua eterogenea schiera di amici: dalla seducente dea della morte al premuroso levriero irlandese con cui ha un dialogo costante, fino alla consulenza di uno studio legale di licantropi e vampiri islandesi, sbarcati in America ai tempi di Eric il Rosso...


Nell’assolata Arizona Atticus O’Sullivan gestisce con successo un grazioso ed eccentrico negozietto dedicato all’occulto: la merce in vendita non potrebbe essere più varia, si va dalle tisane con poteri terapeutici ai tarocchi, per arrivare infine ai veri e propri tesori, originali raccolte di incantesimi che solo i praticanti della magia conoscono. Atticus, che all’apparenza sembra uno strambo ragazzo irlandese, in realtà è l’ultimo discendente dei druidi, uno stregone potentissimo che ha trascorso diversi secoli in fuga dal suo acerrimo nemico, il dio celtico Aengus Oc: durante la loro ultima epica battaglia Atticus è infatti riuscito a rubare al dio il suo bene più prezioso, la leggendaria spada Fragarach in grado di trapassare qualsiasi armatura. Cercando di sfuggire alla terribile vendetta che incombe su di lui Atticus cerca di rifugiarsi nell’anonimato di un’esistenza relativamente tranquilla, ma quando le visite di altri dei celtici iniziano a farsi frequenti il druido capisce che ormai il tanto temuto scontro con Aengus è inevitabile..

Primo volume delle Cronache dell’ultimo druido, In fuga è un fantasy dalle caratteristiche originali, non si vedono spesso i druidi come protagonisti e questo aspetto è stato senza dubbio il motivo principale per cui ho voluto iniziare l’ennesima nuova serie. Un’altra caratteristica interessante è il particolare linguaggio che il protagonisti e i suoi “coetanei” si ritrovano spesso ad usare, un misto tra slang dei giorni nostri e modi di dire antichi: è stata una bella intuizione dell’autore in quanto ha reso realistica l’immagine di questi esseri vecchi di secoli che, avendo vissuto durante epoche molto diverse tra loro, finiscono per mescolare inconsapevolmente i vari linguaggi. Mi è piaciuto approfondire la conoscenza della mitologia celtica, che è forse una delle meno conosciute dalla maggioranza dei lettori ma di sicuro è una delle più interessanti, così come mi è piaciuto molto il personaggio di Oberon, il fidatissimo levriero irlandese che ha stretto con il protagonista un’amicizia fraterna, pura e disinteressata. Quello che però non mi ha convinto soprattutto nella prima parte è la lentezza nello svolgimento degli eventi unita ad un sovraccarico di informazioni: tenere a mente i complicati nomi dei vari dei celtici non è così facile, spesso occorre rileggere alcuni passaggi per essere sicuri di non aver frainteso dei passaggi fondamentali ai fini della storia. Anche l’epico scontro tanto atteso a mio avviso non è stato molto soddisfacente, direi che si è svolto troppo velocemente in confronto alla parte introduttiva: sembra quasi che l’autore, per la fretta di finire il libro, abbia deciso di non dilungarsi in quella che spesso è la parte più avvincente dei fantasy.

Comunque, tirando le somme posso dire che è stata una lettura discreta, sicuramente leggerò il secondo volume nella speranza di approfondire ulteriormente la mia conoscenza della mitologia celtica :)



Interrompo (finalmente!) il periodo di quasi-abbandono del blog (gli esami incombono e sono più difficili del previsto) per rendervi partecipi di un'iniziativa nata da molti blogger e che sicuramente otterrà il vostro appoggio: purtroppo il numero di serie abbandonate dalle case editrici cresce in maniera preoccupante e noi lettori non possiamo fare altro che sperare in una svolta che difficilmente arriverà. Quello che arriva invece è il momento in cui anche il più pacifico e speranzoso dei lettori si stufa di questo atteggiamento poco serio, di questa mancanza di rispetto, di questa presa per i fondelli. Non esiste purtroppo una soluzione che possa tutelare i nostri interessi e quelli delle case editrici allo stesso tempo, tuttavia esistono dei compromessi, e speriamo che vengano presi in considerazione da chi di dovere. Alcune case editrici hanno già risposto al nostro appello affermando che cercheranno di tenere in considerazione le nostre richieste (Fanucci e Leggereditore), per farci sentire da tutte le altre abbiamo deciso di scatenarci su twitter e facebook OGGI alle 17 in punto: scrivete quello che pensate di questa situazione e inserite l'hashtag #odioleserieinterrotte taggando le case editrici che più vi interessano, insieme possiamo farcela :)

Ecco il comunicato stampa che sicuramente avrete già letto su altri blog, mi raccomando se conoscete altre serie interrotte fatecelo sapere nei commenti!

Dopo l'ennesima serie di cui è stata interrotta la pubblicazione in Italia, crediamo sia arrivato il momento di far conoscere il nostro pensiero alle Case Editrici.

Siamo consapevoli che il motivo più comune di questa scelta sono gli insoddisfacenti risultati di mercato, ma riteniamo anche che una casa editrice debba sforzarsi di mantenere l’impegno preso con i lettori tentando di compensare i presunti risultati negativi di alcune serie (e non è detto che rimarrebbero sempre tali se la serie proseguisse) con quelli positivi di altri suoi successi editoriali.

Cogliamo l’occasione per sottoporre alle CE delle soluzioni che, secondo noi, potrebbero aiutare a superare il problema, sperando che, se non venissero ritenute attuabili, ce ne venga cortesemente spiegata la ragione.

  • Pubblicare i numeri successivi a quelli già pubblicati esclusivamente in ebook ad un prezzo ragionevole tra i 2-4 euro
  • Non investire in cover costose, perché non sono quelle che ci interessano.
  • Rinegoziare i diritti d'autore: Spiegando agli agenti degli autori la situazione.
  • Traduzione: fare una sorta di asta tra i traduttori: chi offre la migliore traduzione al prezzo più basso ottiene il lavoro.
  • Commercializzazione dell'ebook: Per evitare di pagare percentuali a siti di vendita on line, perché non usare solo il sito della Casa Editrice?

Volere è Potere se c'è davvero la volontà. 
Ricordando alle case editrici che il lettore investe il proprio denaro ogni volta che acquista un libro, chiediamo: 
1. Dov'è finito il rispetto per il cliente?
2. Per quale ragione dovremmo comprare il primo libro di nuove serie/saghe se già sappiamo che c'è il rischio concreto di vederle interrotte? 

Se le scelte delle case editrici continueranno ad andare in questo senso, anche noi lettori saremo costretti a interromepre qualcosa: l'acquisto di saghe e serie fin dal primo libro.
Se siete d'accordo, inserite questo post nel vostro blog (per chi ne possiede uno) e condividete questo messaggio sui social (Facebook, Twitter e Co.), community dedicate ai libri (Anobii e Co.), con gli amici lettori e soprattutto taggate le Case editrici delle serie di cui volete che venga continuata la pubblicazione. E non dimenticatevi, dove possibile, l'hastag: #odioleserieinterrotte.
Se invece non avete un blog ma condividete il pensiero di questo post diffondetelo ovunque possa essere utile. 
Ecco la lista delle serie interrotte. Se foste a conoscenza di altre serie interrotte o ferme non presenti aggiungetele pure alla lista.

  • La Profezia delle Inseparabili - Michelle Zink - Salani - 1 volume 2011
  • In Death Series - J.D.Robb - Nord - 4 volume 2007
  • Grace College Series - Krystyna Kuhn - Nord - 2 volume 2011
  • Morganville Vampires Series - Rachel Caine - Fanucci - 4 volume 2011 
  • Alterra Series - Chattam Maxime - Fazi - 1 volume 2011
  • Ghostwalkers Series - Christine Feehan - Nord - 2 volume 2006
  • The tomorrow Series - Marsden John - Fazi - 1 volume 2011
  • Tempest Trilogy - Julie Cross - Fanucci - 1 volume 2011 
  • Codex Alera Series - Jim Butcher - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2010
  • The Luxe Trilogy - Godbersen Anna - Mondadori - 2 volume 2009
  • Mary Quinn Mystery Series - Y S Lee - Mondadori - 2 volume 2011
  • Forest of Hands and Teeth - Carrie Ryan - Fanucci - 1 volume 2011
  • 100 Cupboards Series - Wilson Nathan D. - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2011
  • Gone Series - Grant Michael - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2009 
  • Unwind Series - Neal Shusterman - Piemme - 1 volume 2010
  • Skinjacker Trilogy - Neal Shusterman - Piemme - 2 volume 2012
  • Chaos Walking Series - Patrick Ness - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2008 
  • Ghostgirl Series - Hurley Tonya - Rizzoli - 2 volume 2011
  • Chemical Garden Trilogy - Lauren DeStefano - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Mercedes Thompson Series - Patricia Briggs - Fanucci - 2 volume 2011
  • Die Erben Der Natch Series - Ulrike Schweikert - Armenia - 3 volume 2011
  • Magic Series - Cheyenne McCray - Castelvecchi - 2 volume 2010
  • Fallen Angels Series - J. R. Ward - Rizzoli - 2 volume 2011
  • Night of the Solstice Series - Lisa Jane Smith - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2010
  • Dark Secrets Series - Chandler Elizabeth - Newton Compton - 2 volume 2011
  • Wake Trilogy - McMann Lisa - Newton Compton - 2 volume 2011
  • Jaz Parks Series - Rardin Jennifer - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2010
  • Chronicles of Nick Series - Sherrilyn Kenyon - Fanucci - 1 volume 2011
  • Rachel Morgan Series - Kim Harrison - Fanucci - 5 volume 2012
  • Cassie Palmer Series - Chance Karen - Fanucci - 4 volume 2011
  • Il protettorato del parasole - Carriger Gail - Dalai Editore - 2 volume 2011
  • The Wereling Trilogy - Stephen Cole - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Jane True Tempest Series - Nicole Peeler - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Void City Series - J. F. Lewis - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Long Price Quartet - Daniel Abraham - Fanucci - 1 volume 2009
  • Cycler Series - Lauren McLaughlin - Einaudi - 1 volume 2010
  • Septimus Heap Series - Angie Sage - Salani - 4 volume 2011
  • Vampire Huntress Legend Series - Banks L. A. - Delos Books - 4 volume 2011
  • Vampire Kisses Series - Schreiber Ellen - Renoir Comics - 5 Volume 2010
  • H.I.V.E. Series - Mark Walden - Mondadori - 1 volume 2008
  • Mulberry Park Series - Judy Duarte - Mondadori - 1 volume 2009
  • Sisters Red Series - Pearce Jackson - Piemme - 1 volume 2011
  • Dustlands Series - Moira Young - Piemme - 1 volume 2011 
  • Numbers Series - Rachel Ward - Piemme - 1 volume 2010
  • Werewolf Tale Series - Wellington David - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2010
  • Heart of the World Series - Buchanan Col - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2010
  • Joe Pitt Series - Charlie Huston - Fanucci - 1 volume 2009
  • Jo Beckett Series - Meg Gardiner - Rizzoli - 3 volume 2010
  • Danilov Quintet - Jasper Kent - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2010
  • Detective Ella Marconi Series - Howell Katherine - Rizzoli - 1 volume 2010
  • Detective Kubu Series - Michael Stanley - Rizzoli - solo 2° volume 2010
  • Joe Leaphorn And Jim Chee Series - Hillerman Tony - Rizzoli - solo 11° volume 2010
  • Dr Anya Crichton series - Kathryn Fox - Leggereditore - Solo 4° volume 2010
  • Dr Anya Crichton series - Kathryn Fox - Sonzogno - solo 1° volume 2006
  • Sheridan Series - Kate Brady - Leggereditore - 1 volume 2011
  • Blood Trilogy - Kay Hooper - Leggereditore - 1 volume 2010
  • Prison Break Trilogy - Brennan Allison - Fanucci - 1 volume 2008
  • Legacy - Kluver Cayla - Sperling Kupfer - 2 volume 2011
  • Drake Sisters - Christine Feehan - Leggereditore - 3 volume 2011 
  • Breeds - Lora Leigh - Leggereditore - 2 volume 2012
  • Sevenwaters - Juliet Marillier - Armenia - 3 volume 2005
  • Ice - Anne Stuart - Mondolibri - 1 volume 1997
  • Nightside - Simon R. Green - Fanucci - 3 volume 2011
  • Skeleton Creek - Patrick Carman - Mondadori - 1 volume 2006
  • Crusade - Nancy Holder e Debbie Viguié - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Angeli dell'apocalisse - Jackie Morse Kessler - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Zephyr Hollis - Alaya Johnson - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Immortal beloved - Cate Tiernan - Mondadori - 2 volume 2011
  • Charley Davidson series - Darynda Jones - Leggereditore - 2 volume 2012
  • Love at Stake Series - Kerrelyn Sparks - Delos Books - 4 volumi 2012
  • Vampire empire - Clay Griffith - Sonzogno - 2 volume 2012
  • Never sky - Veronica Rossi - Sonzogno - 1 volume 2012
  • La stirpe - Meljean Brook - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2012
  • Lay Lines - Sophie Masson - Armenia - 2 volume 2010
  • Highlander - Karen Marie Moning - Leggereditore - 4 volume 2012
  • Iron Seas - Brook Meljean - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2012
  • The Maze Runner series - James Dashner - Fanucci - 2 volume 2012
  • Body Finder - Derting Kimberly - Mondadori - 2 volume 2012
  • Anna series - Kendare Blake - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2012
  • Cheshire Red Reports - Cherie Priest - Tre60 - 1 volume 2012
  • Personal Demons - Desrochers Lisa - Newton Compton - 2 volume 2012
  • Steampunk Chronicles - Kady Cross - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2012
  • Vampire for Hire - J.R. Rain - Giunti - 2 volume 2012
  • Blue Bloods - Melissa de la Cruz - Fanucci - 5 volume 2012
  • Crowthistle chronicle - Cecilia Dart-Thornton - Nord - 3 volume 2009
  • Siren Trilogy - Tricia Rayburn - Piemme - 2 volume 2012
  • Envy Chronicles - Joss Ware - Newton Compton - 2 volume 2011
  • Riley Bloom - Alyson Noel - Fanucci - 1 volume 2011
  • Crank series - Hopkins Ellen - Fazi - 1 volume 2011
  • Sweep series - Cate Tiernan - Mondadori - 13 volume 2010
  • Troubleshooters - Suzanne Brockmann - Fanucci - 8/10 volumi 2008
  • Troubleshooters - Suzanne Brockmann - Leggereditore - 9 volume 2011
  • Strange Angels - Lili St. Crow - Newton Compton - 4 volume 2012
  • Blue Is for Nightmares - Laurie Faria Stolarz - Fanucci - 1 volume 2012
  • Kate Daniels Series - Ilona Andrews - Nord - 1 volume 2012
  • Disillusionists Trilogy - Carolyn Crane - Asengard - 1 volume 2012
  • Dark Divine Trilogy - Bree Despain - Sperling & Kupfer - 2 volume 2012
  • Demon Cycle - Peter V. Brett - Newton Compton Editori - 1 volume 2011
  • Thursday Next series - Jasper Fforde - Marcos y Marcos - 4 volume 2008
  • Bad Girls Don't Die series - Katie Alender - Newton Compton - 1 volume 2011
  • Warhammer: Von Carstein - Steven Savile - Mondadori - 1 volume 2010
  • As the world dies trilogy - Rhiannon Frater - Delos Books - 1 volume 2011
  • Insurrection Trilogy - Robyn Young - Nord - 1 volume 2012
  • Agora Trilogy - David Whitley - Salani - 1 volume 2009
  • Quantum Gravity - Justina Robson - Fanucci - 1 volume 2007
  • Ciclo Barocco - Neal Stephenson - Rizzoli - 2 volume 2005