venerdì 30 agosto 2013

Book Blitz: Silver Heart di Victoria Green + giveaway

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



Titolo: Silver Heart
Autore: Victoria Green
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: There comes a moment in everyone's life when they must decide which road leads to personal happiness. For Dylan Silver, this is that moment...
For the past twenty-two-years, Dylan has been living in her parents' carefully crafted world, always putting her own dreams on hold to play the role of a dutiful daughter.
So when her best friend coaxes her into a winter getaway to a mountain cabin, she sees it as a chance to forget about the responsibilities waiting for her at home. At least for a little while.
But then her past catches up to her--in the form of sexy snowboarder, Sawyer Carter.
Six years ago, Dylan bid goodbye to the only boy she ever truly loved. Now he's standing right in front of her, bringing up bittersweet memories and igniting suppressed desires as he dares her to be the person she has always wanted to be.
Dylan and Sawyer's unexpected meeting is a second chance, but will a girl who doesn't believe in fate and taking risks be able to overcome her fears of losing control and finally embrace the life she desperately wants?
Only one thing is certain: after a week in Whistler, Dylan's world will never be the same.



Victoria Green is a New Adult author who enjoys writing about unspoken love and second chances. She’s a travel junkie and a huge photography enthusiast. Her experience growing up a war-torn country has helped teach her the importance of living life to the fullest and appreciating every single day. She believes in true love, good chocolate, and great books. She lives in Canada with her high school sweetheart (though he's graduated to a fiancé now) and their pack of puppies, and also writes Young Adult novels under a different name.


ESTRATTI

#1


I made the dangerous mistake of running my finger along his forearm over a swirl of black ink. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He just watched me explore the art on his body.
“This is my favorite.” I traced the tip of my finger across two words that formed a cross. The word live ran down the length of his arm in a vertical direction. It shared the letter i with ride which intersected it horizontally. “It describes you perfectly. You live to ride.”
“And ride to live,” he added.
He didn’t have to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant. Sawyer had started snowboarding as a means to get out of his house and escape his father.
He shifted his weight and leaned back on his arm. The sleeve of his t-shirt moved slightly, revealing another series of letters.
“What does this say here?” I asked as I lifted up his sleeve. It took every bit of strength and self-control I had within me to hold in my gasp.
Silver.
“Is that…for that medal you won at the X-Games a while back?” I managed to ask without letting my voice crack.
“Yeah. The X-Games,” his lips said, but his eyes were telling a whole other story. His sad smile tore apart my heart, but the words that followed sewed it back up. “There’s nothing better than a silver medal.”
“Most normal people reach for gold,” I told him, tugging his sleeve back down. Before I had a chance to pull my hand away, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, locking it in place.
“Most normal people don’t know the value of silver,” he said, gently caressing the sensitive skin above my pulse with his thumb.
“We’re not talking about medals anymore, are we?” I whispered, shivering under his touch.
He leaned in and lifted my chin up to his face, once again taking my breath away with a single, scorching look. “Were we ever?”

#2


Sawyer took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, then lead me to a dim alley on the side of the bar, gently resting my back against the cool brick wall.
“How can I help?” he asked as he stood in front of me. His tall body shielded me from the wind, and it wasn’t long before I began to regain some warmth.
I tilted up my chin toward him. “You want to help? Then kiss me.”
His lips parted, and for a moment I imagined he was going to press them against mine. He quickly tightened his jaw and shook his head. “I can’t do that. You’re clearly tipsy.”
I rose up onto my tiptoes and grazed his chin with my mouth. “Don’t make me ask again.”
He exhaled sharply. “Silver…”
“What?”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“So?” I challenged. “You’ve never kissed a tipsy girl?”
“Sure I have. But you’re not just any girl.”
“Right now, I need to feel like one,” I told him as I slowly ran my hands up the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles and over his chest, finally wrapping them around his neck. “I need to feel wanted. For me. All of me.”
Shit.” He groaned as my cold fingers entangled in his hair and tugged his face toward mine.
I’d never been so vocal about my desires. Pushed to the limits by Preston, and partly spurred on by the tequila running through my veins, I felt courageous enough to demand what I wanted.
For once in my life.
But it seemed like Sawyer wasn’t going to give in that easily. He took my hands in his and held me at arm’s length.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. A war between wickedly delicious lust and chivalrous constraint waged in his eyes. I silently prayed for the lust to triumph. “I meant it, Silver. Are you really okay?”
I buried my forehead in his chest and inhaled his icy scent. “I’ve never been better,” I said, diminishing the space between us. My skin heated feverishly upon contact with his body. “But I want to lose control. Again. With you.”
“Goddammit, Silver, you can’t say things like that,” he groaned.
“You’ve been telling me to let go, so here I am—letting go,” I whispered, ignoring his protest. “I need you to catch me.”
“I’m here,” he soothed.
Had he always smelled so good?
“Please touch me, Sawyer.” I felt no shame in begging. “Kiss me.”
Silver…” he growled in warning. “Stop talking. Please.”
“Then make me stop.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can.” My heart was in pain, and he was the only one who could mend it.
Resting his hands on the wall behind me, he buried his head in my hair and inhaled sharply. “The moment my lips connect with yours, I won’t be able to stop myself from wanting all of you.” The husky roughness in his voice sent an excited shiver down my spine.
“So do it,” I urged impatiently. “Consume me. Devour me. Eat me.”

#3


“I wish I could just crawl into your brain and erase away the past,” I told him, trying to smile through the pain in my heart.
My words seemed to shock him. He placed his fingers under my chin, gently lifting it so that our eyes could meet. “Don’t ever say that again. I wouldn’t let anyone to take away my past—no matter how bad some parts of it had been.” He pulled my face closer to his, resting his head against mine. “Because that would mean getting rid of you, Silver.”
We stayed frozen in place for a while, our foreheads touching lightly. Sawyer closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing me in. Overwhelmed by his proximity and his icy scent, my head began to spin.
“But if we didn’t know each other you wouldn’t have to worry about having the worst snowboarding student in all of Whistler,” I finally said, breaking the tension.
His head rocked against mine as he chuckled. “Shut up. You were great today.” Then he pulled away and reached for the sushi container. “And you’ll be even better once we get some food in you.”
“Food?” I blurted out, unable to hide my disappointment. It washed over me like a bucket of ice cold water. I had been hoping for a different type of comfort. One which was less food-related and more Sawyer-based. My body was still tingling with the memory of what his skilled hands had done to me the night before. As the images flooded my mind, my breathing quickened and my nipples hardened, mounting under the fabric of the kimono.
I crossed my arms over my chest and took a deep breath. “Let’s take the sushi to the living room and find a good thriller to watch,” I suggested in an attempt to calm the excitement coursing through me. Guns and explosions would keep my thoughts in check. If my body was going to tingle, it may as well be from the thrill of a chase scene. Not Sawyer’s panty-dropping gaze. “I saw a couple of new releases in the DVD collection. I imagine action flicks are still your poison, right?”
“They are.” The right side of his lip quirked up in a slow, crooked half-grin. “Though I’m surprised you’re not championing The Notebook.”
“I only made you watch that with me because Maddie was away the summer it came out,” I said defensively.
He chuckled. “The first time. But what about all those other times I had to sit through it?”
“Cut me some slack. I was a thirteen-year-old girl.” In like with a guy I wasn’t even supposed to be hanging out with. Subconsciously, I may have related to the star-crossed lovers portrayed in the film.
“And I was a fifteen-year-old guy,” he retorted. “You should’ve known that blood and guts were much more important for my development than kisses and love stories.”
“Well it’s a good thing that I’m going to find a movie with enough blood and guts to make up for all those times I made you watch a chick flick,” I shot back.
He shook his head in feigned displeasure. “It’s too late now.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
“Because now...” His hands slid to the side of my stool and dragged me closer to him so that his mouth was an inch away from mine. “…I happen to enjoy kissing.”
My eyes dropped to his lips. “Is that so? You like kissing girls?”
“I like kissing a girl.”
“Lucky girl.”
“Very lucky girl,” he replied as his eyes darkened. “Especially since I want to do a lot more than just kiss her.” His tongue snaked over his bottom lip in a predatory manner, causing my own lips to part in response.
Though he wasn’t actually touching me, I could feel the heat emanating from his body. It drew me in like a moth to a flame. I wanted to dive into his fire, surrender myself to whatever pleasures he was promising.
But then he doused that blaze by saying, “I’ll wash the cherries, you get the sushi, and let’s get started on that movie.”
What? No, no, no! I wanted to get back to the kissing talk.
“I’m not that hungry.” I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to regain my composure.
“Why do you look so disappointed?”
“It’s just that…”
Why was I feeling let down? And so freaking turned on?
“Were you expecting me to say something else instead?” His fingers drifted to the side of my neck, as his thumb grazed over my bottom lip, tugging at the soft, plump flesh.
“Something along the lines of: ‘I’ll rip your clothes off, you kiss me with that pretty little mouth, and let’s fuck right here on top of this counter.’?” His grip tightened and he drew my mouth closer to his. “Is that what you want, Silver?”
A lustful ache spread between my thighs, ripping through my entire body. Excitement rocked the depths of my stomach, tearing into my chest, slipping past my lips in form of a small, pleading moan.
“Is that a yes?” His breath teased my lips with each word.
Afraid that I would be unable to form a coherent sentence, I simply nodded. It was an eager, hungry nod, and my heart hammered against my ribcage in anticipation of his next move.
And that’s when he pulled away. He detached his hand from my face and took a step back, replacing the heat of his body with an empty coldness.
“First, I’m going to make you sit through two long hours of an action flick,” he said, smirking devilishly. “As payback for The Notebook.
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giovedì 29 agosto 2013

Recensione: Tuo per sempre di Lisa Kleypas

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Titolo: Tuo per sempre
Autore: Lisa Kleypas
Editore: Leggereditore
Collana: Narrativa
Pagine: 128
Prezzo: 4,90€
Trama: Andrew, lord Drake, è un famigerato libertino che non ha nessuna intenzione di ravvedersi, almeno fin quando il padre, sul letto di morte, non lo disereda per la sua condotta scandalosa. Timoroso di perdere fondi e posizione sociale, Andrew architetta un audace piano per convincere il genitore che è cambiato: corteggerà la rispettabile zitella Caroline Hargreaves, una donna che fino a quel momento non aveva degnato neppure di uno sguardo e che lo disprezza profondamente. Ma ciò che nessuno dei due ha messo in conto è che le bugie a volte possono trasformarsi in veritàe che la passione può scoppiare quando meno lo si aspetta… Un romanzo coinvolgente, che trascinerà le lettrici nella Londra del 1833, dove ogni altezzoso contegno può essere perduto e ogni dissolutezza può trasformarsi in promessa d’amore.

Recensione

Lord Drake è uno degli scapoli più famosi della città, noto per le sue avventure amorose e per la sua totale mancanza di rispetto nei confronti del denaro, che sperpera in ogni modo possibile: fumo, alcolici e giochi d’azzardo sono per lui attività quotidiane, ma con l’aggravarsi delle condizioni di salute del padre la sua vita è destinata a cambiare. Il severo conte ha infatti estromesso dal testamento il figlio fino a quando questi non avrà dimostrato di aver messo la testa a posto; desideroso di mantenere il suo stile di vita dissoluto, Drake non può fare altro che mettere in atto una messinscena per rientrare nelle grazie del padre, e per farlo coinvolge l’unica ragazza insensibile al suo fascino, Caroline Hargreaves. Da tutti considerata un’acida zitella, Caroline accetta di prendere parte alla recita ma quanto riuscirà effettivamente a resistere all’uomo più desiderato di Londra?

Mi sono avvicinata a questa lettura titubante, temevo di ritrovarmi per le mani un romance troppo melenso per i miei gusti ma volevo a tutti i costi leggere un libro di quest’autrice; per fortuna invece è stata relativamente piacevole, certo il finale è scontato ma a questo ero preparata. La Kleypas ha uno stile scorrevole ma in alcuni momenti banale, riesce a rendere i personaggi relativamente interessanti sviluppando le loro personalità quanto basta per non renderli piatti e anonimi, eppure cade nello stereotipo puntando sul classico amore impossibile: può un libertino incallito finire per innamorarsi di una zitella piuttosto scialba? Certo che può, è inevitabile: l’uomo in questione arriva ad apprezzare anche quelli che inizialmente riteneva difetti imbarazzanti mentre la donna in questione riesce a trovare il lato buono del povero lord incompreso dall’infanzia difficile. La lettura è piacevole perché comunque l’ambientazione è ben realizzata, mi piacciono molto i romanzi ricchi di balli in abitazioni signorili in stile Jane Austen, eppure al tempo stesso non mi ha convinto ed è un peccato! Perché cadere nella banalità quando si potrebbe ricercare qualcosa di nuovo? Avrebbe potuto invertire i ruoli, sicuramente ne avrebbe guadagnato in originalità..


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Book Blitz: Ruin di C.J. Scott + giveaway

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



Titolo: Ruin
Autore: C.J. Scott
Genere: New adult contemporaneo
Trama: Kate Bell isn’t perfect. Not even close. The things she got up to in college would cause her parents to fall off their pedestals in shock. Home for the summer vacation, Kate settles in for a long, boring break in the tiny backwater of Winter with folks who still treat her like she’s twelve.
Then Ben Parker arrives and suddenly Winter gets interesting. He’s hot, mysterious and good with his hands. Kate falls for him instantly, but her cop father warns her to stay away. But how can she stay away from someone as compelling as Ben? Someone who thinks she’s perfect just the way she is?
When Ben’s secrets catch up to him, not only is Kate’s heart in danger of being broken, but Ben’s entire future could be ruined.



C.J. Scott loves reading stories that take her away to another world. If she’s in the middle of an amazing book, she’ll keep reading while cooking or cleaning (when she can be bothered doing either).
She likes interesting artwork but can’t paint, sketch or make anything more complicated than a snowman from plasticine. She enjoys beautiful gardens but hates gardening. She also hates housework, cooking (see above) and writing about herself.
C.J. loves connecting with readers. The best place to interact with her and other fans is via her Facebook page. That’s where she posts teasers and other stuff from her books.


ESTRATTI

#1


"So Ben Parker, if I want you and you want me...what's the problem?"
"You don't like to beat around the bush, do you?"
"We don't have time for that. We only have one night."
"Yeah," he said softly. "Don't I know it."
I turned so that I was fully facing him, one elbow on the railing. "Is that why you're reluctant? Because you're leaving tomorrow?"
"No. Yes. Partly." He shook his head. "It's complicated. I'm complicated."
"You're a guy. You can't be too complicated." I smiled and he smiled back sadly. "I'm listening if you want to explain all your complications to me."
He shook his head. "I can't."
"Look," I said. "I get that stuff has happened in your past that you want to forget."
He straightened. "What makes you think that?"
"You're traveling around the country with only one bag and no money. Not only that, but you got off the bus in a place with no jobs. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd say you're trying to lose yourself."
He leaned on the railing again, his hands dangling over into nothing. He looked out to the garden, but it had grown darker in the last few minutes, and it was difficult to make out more than just shapes. "You'll make a great criminologist, Kate. I have no doubt you'll go far in whatever you decide to do."
"Thanks. That's very sweet of you. But it has nothing to do with the question at hand."
"The question?"
I leaned over until my lips were near his ear. My breath fanned his hair. "Will you kiss me, Ben?" It was the wine talking. It had to be. I'd never been so brazen with any man before. I never made the first move, never took a chance on being rejected.
But I knew Ben wanted me. I just didn't know why he pushed me away.

#2


He gave me a sad smile. "I'm not a monk, Kate. If you kiss me...I can't stop there."
His words probably had the opposite effect to what he wanted. It spurred me on, because now I knew he was on the brink of giving in. On the brink of falling into the abyss with me.
I touched his face. His jaw was rough from his stubble. A small muscle pulsed against my fingers.
"Kate, please," he whispered. But he didn't pull away. Didn't stop me getting closer.
I stroked his lower lip with my thumb, and he groaned deep in his chest.
"Ben," I murmured.
He brushed my hair off my shoulder. His fingers caressed my neck, sending tiny tingles racing down my spine. My heart hammered against my ribs to the tune of kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. I wanted this man. Wanted to know him intimately.
My head told me it was impossible that I could feel this way after such a short time, but my heart was ignoring it, lost in a mad, chaotic rhythm of its own.
Ben's hand cupped my hip, his other pressed against my back. It was all the encouragement I needed. I closed the final small gap between us until I was crushed against his body. It was hard and ridged, warm.
Our lips met in a kiss that turned my legs to jelly. My knees buckled, but Ben's arms circled my waist. He held me there, firm yet gentle, like I was something precious. I felt dizzy and weightless. The world spun one way and I the other, out of control. I didn't care. It was exactly what I wanted to feel. Exactly how I'd always imagined a kiss should feel.
Yet I wanted more. The kiss filled me with longing that clawed at my heart. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

#3

"Give me one good reason we can't do this," I said.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "You and me...we're wrong together. I'm so sorry."
"I said a good reason." My brain was beginning to work again, but my body still felt numb from the rejection.
"You, this place, everybody...it's all too...perfect."
"What?" It didn't make sense. He was pushing me away because he thought I was perfect. "For starters, I'm so not perfect."
"You are to me."
My breath left me in a whoosh. I blinked at him, tried to work out if he was joking. But he didn't laugh. His eyes twinkled like stars, and then he looked down at his feet. In the instant our gazes had connected, I could tell that he seemed surprised that he'd said it too.
"You don't know me well enough," was all I could manage.
"Yeah," he said. "What's with that?" It wasn't an answer, but I didn't think I was going to get a better one out of him. "Look, Kate. I may not know everything about you, but I can see that you're a good person. You offered me this opportunity without judging me first. Most people would have just let me pass on through. You're funny and kind, not just to me but to Jane and even Mrs. Merriweather."
"So?"
"So...you have this stupid, blind belief that I'm more than I am. I'm not, and I'm not right for you. Not even for a night. Especially for a night. Besides, there are people worrying about you and expecting me to treat you like a gentleman would treat a lady."
"Are you talking about my parents?"
"And Jane. I'm sure the waitress in the diner is worried too, and maybe dozens more townsfolk."
"You're rejecting me because of Winter?"
He pushed off from the wall. I could just make out the flash of anger in his eyes, the grim set of his mouth as he came toward me. "I'm trying to be the good guy here. I gave my word that I wouldn't hurt you, and I'm trying to keep it. Don't make this any harder than it already is."
"Having sex with me doesn't mean you're going to hurt me, Ben."
"Maybe not, but I don't want to destroy the trust everyone has put in me."
I threw up my hands. "It shouldn't be about anyone else! It should be about you and me."
"I can't, Kate. I've come too far to break that kind of promise now, even to virtual strangers."
"What the hell does that mean?"
He shook his head and looked away.
"Okay, Mystery Man, I get it. You can have secrets. Fine. I have no right to ask what they are. We're just two adults attracted to each other, nothing more, so I don't see why we can't act on it. We have one night, Ben. One night to have a little fun together." I poked my finger into his chest. "And another thing. I'm not perfect. Not by a long shot. If my parents knew what I got up to at college, they'd be horrified. I've slept with more guys in the last three years than I care to talk about. I've smoked God knows what, I've skipped class, and last month I woke up in the gutter without any underwear. See? I'm not fucking perfect!"
My tirade was followed by complete silence. Even the birds must have gone to sleep. Then Ben laughed. His chuckle started low in his chest and became a full rumble bubbling out of him.
"You woke up without your underwear?" he said. "What the hell happened to it?"
I tried to contain my smile. My little tirade seemed ridiculous all of a sudden. "I don't know. I never found it. There's a good chance I wasn't wearing any in the first place."
He laughed so loudly I worried he'd wake up Jane and Mrs. M. "Okay, I'll agree that you've got a few personality quirks. But I still think you're perfect."
Tears stung my eyes. "Well," I said, breathing deeply. "I've never been rejected so nicely before. It sucks, by the way."
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mercoledì 28 agosto 2013

Book Blitz: Fable di Chanda Hahn + giveaway

Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; questa volta vi presento uno young adult fiabesco che è il terzo volume di una serie fantasy, come sempre spero possa piacervi :) Non perdete il ricco giveaway alla fine del post ;)



Titolo: Fable
Autore: Chanda Hahn
Genere: Young adult fiabesco
Trama: All that glitters is not gold.
When something precious is stolen from sixteen-year-old Mina Grime, she will do anything in her power to get it back, even if it means traveling to the dangerous Fae plane and battling one of the strongest fairy-tale villains yet.
However, nothing can prepare Mina for the dangerous obstacles she will face in the Fae world, or the choices she must make when love and life are on the line.



Chanda Hahn is the  author of the popular YA Unfortunate Fairy Tale Series which includes UnEnchanted and Fairest.  Both books have topped the ebook charts in 5 countries. She also pens YA epic Fantasy.
She was born in Seattle, Washington, raised in Nebraska, has lived in MN, IL and currently lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband and twin children. She's a former children's librarian and children's pastor. Currently she spends her free time penning new novels and a daytime taxi driver for her kids.


ESTRATTO


Mina stopped and parted the long weeping willow’s branches,
and could see the rose resting against Jared’s black boot. Wait…not
Jared—Teague.
Teague reached down to pick up the rose and brought it to his
nose to breathe in its scent. His hair was a lighter shade of brown
than Jared’s, and his eyes were a deep blue, while Jared’s were a
haunting gray. They both had similar angular jaws and drop-deadgorgeous
looks. Teague once again was dressed in black, and Mina
had a mind to joke about whether he was going to a funeral, but he
was, so the words died on her lips before she even spoke them.
Instead, she glared at him and held out her hand, demanding
the rose without saying a word.
Teague’s eyes widened and looked her over, never once
dropping his Cheshire Cat smile. “I only came to pay my respects.”
“What respect? You don’t respect me or my family.
Otherwise, your kind never would have cursed us.”
“You’re wrong—it’s always wise to respect your enemies.”
“Well, I don’t respect you.”
“You should, Mina. Do you see what happens when you
ignore your duty—when you ignore me?” He pointed to Charlie’s
grave, and his voice became threatening. “I don’t like to be
ignored, and now you have one less distraction in your life, so you
can focus more of your time on me.”
Teague’s words confirmed her worst fears. Her actions had
led Teague to strike out against her family and kill her brother. Her
stomach dropped, bile rose in her throat, and every inch of her was
sick with the guilt his words layered on her. It was her fault, and
she knew it. But she couldn’t show him how weak she was, and
how much his words had affected her. She had one more person to
protect: her mother, and she would not be negligent again.
“You’re not welcome here. So please leave.” Mina snatched
the rose out of Teague’s hand and felt a sting in her palm. She
winced in pain but refused to acknowledge it.
Teague reached for her hand, and Mina let him open up her
palm to inspect her wound from the thorn. She was still reeling,
and her whole body shook with anger. Teague leaned forward and
blew on the small cut in her palm, and it healed itself. She ripped
her hand from his grasp and took two steps away from him, almost
falling on the ground. She needed to keep better control of herself.
She needed Jared.
“How is my dear brother?” he asked, as if reading her mind.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
His eyes darkened. “We are not exactly on speaking terms.”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you keep
trying to kill me, would it?”
“Now, sweet Mina, our fight goes back long before you were
born. But you can’t hold it against me that I’m only doing my job.
I’m supposed to throw quests your way, and you are supposed to
try to stop me. It’s as simple as that. I can’t help it if we have a
casualty or so in the process. That’s what makes the stories so
good.” He smirked. “That’s what makes them popular. That’s
what makes me powerful.” He was so close to her now that he ran
the back of his finger across her cheek, and she flinched and
smacked it away.
“I see that you are as disgusting as ever.”
“I see that you’re getting your fight back. You know, Mina,
out of all the Grimms over the years who died at the hands of my
fables, you are by far my favorite to toy with. I wonder why that
is?” he asked, appearing to ponder the question.
“Maybe because you picked the wrong girl to mess with.”
“I don’t think so. I’ve finally found the perfect Grimm. I think
you will be the most challenging. Which means your ending, the
tale that finishes you off, will make us both famous.”
Mina’s lip trembled, and she steeled herself to not show fear.
She stood her ground and looked Teague right in the eye. “A
thousand sweet words can never disguise the rattle of a viper about
to strike. I will not drop my guard ever again. And I will end this
curse…by doing whatever…or killing whoever…I have to.”
Teague’s face turned furious, and his lips pressed into an
angry thin line.
“Then be prepared, my dear Mina, for you won’t be able to
ignore this next tale. I’ve made sure of that.” He stepped away
from her. A crack of thunder rattled the earth and she jumped,
turning in surprise. A second later, pouring rain followed, soaking
everyone within minutes. Mina turned back toward Teague, but he
was gone.
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Recensione: Roma 39 d.C. - Marco Quinto Rufo di Adele Vieri Castellano

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Titolo: Roma 39 d.C. – Marco Quinto Rufo
Autore: Adele Vieri Castellano
Editore: Leggereditore
Collana: Narrativa
Pagine: 176
Prezzo: 4,90€
Trama: 39 D.C., Città di Roma, Gaio Giulio Cesare Germanico, Caligola, imperatore. Il tribuno Marco Quinto Rufo in battaglia è come un lupo selvaggio e feroce. Il suo coraggio conquista subito Caligola, che vede in lui il guerriero che saprà proteggerlo. Gli occhi di ossidiana, i capelli corvini e la fiera prestanza di Marco conquistano invece Agrippina, sorella del divino Cesare, che presto lo avvolgerà nelle spire sensuali e insidiose del suo fascino. Ma non riuscirà a possedere il cuore del tribuno né a tenerlo all’oscuro della congiura che sta ordendo contro l’imperatore. Non c’è nulla che possa scalfire la lealtà di Marco. C’è solo una cosa davanti alla quale è inerme: il Fato. Una profonda inquietudine lo invade al pensiero di ciò che lo aspetta a Roma e non riesce a dimenticare il desiderio impetuoso che ha provato in sogno verso una donna dagli occhi verdi come le foreste germaniche. Lo stesso sogno che ha turbato la giovane Livia, che si prepara al matrimonio con il dolce Settimio Aulo Flacco...

Recensione

In terra germanica il tribuno laticlavio Marco Quinto Rufo è impegnato ad arginare le scorribande delle popolazioni barbare, sempre dedite a saccheggi e razzie; la vita del romano però è destinata a cambiare radicalmente con l’arrivo a Mogontiacum dell’imperatore Gaio Giulio Cesare Germanico, meglio noto come Caligola. Il divino Cesare scorge negli occhi di Rufo una furia indomabile e decide di affidargli il compito di assicurare la sua salvezza contro eventuali nemici, ma il tribuno è oggetto anche del desiderio della sorella di Caligola, Agrippina, una donna abituata a vedere assecondato ogni suo capriccio e fermamente decisa a conquistarlo. Nel frattempo, a Roma, una giovane ragazza prepara le nozze imminenti con un nobile di bell’aspetto ma che non è riuscito a rapirle il cuore, impegnato a sognare due incredibili occhi neri che risaltano sullo sfondo di una foresta verde; Livia non sa che anche il proprietario di quegli incredibili occhi magnetici si sente richiamato a Roma da una forza misteriosa quanto potente, ma prima di potervi arrivare dovrà salvare l’imperatore da coloro che lo vogliono morto..

Prequel della serie made in Italy ambientata nell’antica Roma, questo romanzo breve (140 pagine effettive) ci porta un anno indietro rispetto alle vicende narrate nel primo volume, mostrandoci specialmente la vita di Rufo e in maniera più marginale quella di Livia prima del loro fatidico incontro. Se avete letto gli altri libri della serie ormai conoscerete lo stile di questa bravissima autrice italiana, altrimenti posso dirvi che ha la capacità straordinaria di fare rivivere la storia antica attraverso i suoi personaggi, dandole quella connotazione umana che normalmente si perde studiandola sui libri di scuola; ho apprezzato questo prequel perché mi ha dato la possibilità di colmare alcune lacune sulla figura di Rufo, specialmente sul suo passato e sull’inizio della sua stretta amicizia con il batavo Aquilato. E’ interessante anche la piega che l’autrice ha dato alla congiura contro Caligola, di cui in realtà non sappiamo molto: a mio avviso è stata resa sapientemente, si nota come sempre una grande attenzione ai dettagli storici riguardanti non solo l’esercito e le manovre militari ma anche la sfera sociale dell’epoca. Da notare infine il prezzo super accessibile proposto da Leggereditore, con queste premesse non posso fare altro che consigliarvelo :)


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martedì 27 agosto 2013

Book Blitz: Captivated di Emily Jane Trent + giveaway

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



Titolo: Captivated
Autore: Emily Jane Trent
Genere: New adult
Trama: Ella Walker, still suffering from issues of mental abuse, turns twenty-one and meets the man of her dreams. Can she break the bonds of her emotional prison and be the woman he desires? As an aspiring romance author, Ella struggles to find passion in her work. When Adam Bianci, the gorgeous Italian billionaire appears in her life, he lights up her drab existence. She’s determined not to let him slip through her grasp. But will his secrets and the tangled web of his own abuse keep them apart?



Emily Jane Trent writes steamy romances about characters you’ll get to know and love. The sex scenes are hot, and the romance even hotter! If you are a fan of stories with a heroine that’s got spunk and a hunk of a hero that you’d like to take home with you, these stories are what you’re looking for. The stories will let you escape into a fantasy – and you won’t want it to end - ever.


ESTRATTI


#1

The trip back to shore gave her time to drink in this unfamiliar man. He was hard as a rock. His sun drenched skin a golden color. Even half-drowned, out in the waves, he was handsome as sin.
Regret washed over her when he stood knee-deep in the water and reached behind to slip her off his back. She wanted to keep holding onto him, a man she didn’t even know, and felt awkward. Thankfully, he didn’t let her go entirely. With his arm around her shoulders, he guided her to the beach. His touch, his strength, warmed her skin, and she flushed.

#2

Adam was attracted to the wisp of a woman he’d just saved. One minute he’d been enjoying the early beauty of the beach, ready to surf the morning away. The next, he’d been glued to the sight of her, flying gracefully over a wave before plummeting into the sea.
Instinctively, he dove in to rescue her. Yes, instinct that was all. Saving a woman’s life, or anyone’s for that matter, formed a brief attachment, a bonding of sorts. That had to be it. Come on, she wasn’t even his type. He liked his women a bit voluptuous, like the women he knew in Brazil and some in college.
This one was slender, almost frail. Yet, he shook his head thinking about her controlling the wave. That is, until she fell off. She had no business being out in today’s swell. The vision of her on the surfboard aroused him. Ridiculous. Unable to decipher the hold she had on him, he shook his head. Best to just leave. Yes, that would take care of it. Go on with his day and just forget about her.

#3

Ella looked away, then back, for verification he was real. Sitting some distance from her, he didn’t move. Not even a twitch. Possibly, he didn’t see her. She stared unable to look away, afraid he’d vanish if she didn’t keep her eyes on him. If she’d thought he was handsome before, he was even more so that morning.
In the pale orange light of the sun, just barely burning over the horizon, his lightly bronzed skin shone. His hair was a golden brown, and though he wasn’t looking her way, she remembered that his eyes were golden amber. She’d looked into them one time, the one time that he’d held her, saved her. He’d looked at her when he’d slid her off his back, and she’d never, ever forget those eyes. The light flattered him. He looked golden, gorgeous and golden, that’s how she’d describe him.
She should go over. Thank him for the other day. Dreadful shyness took her, and she could not will her body to move. She knew if she did manage to walk over, and by some remote chance attempt to thank him, she’d freeze up. She just knew it. Social graces were not high on her list. People often thought she was stuck-up, not knowing that her silence was shyness.
If she didn’t move now, she might lose her chance. Yet despite her great need to say something to get his attention, she was riveted to the spot. Just staring. He didn’t give any sign he noticed her, and it occurred to Ella that he didn’t like her. He’d felt compelled to save her, but he’d rather not have anything to do with her.
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lunedì 26 agosto 2013

Book Blitz: Life, Love & Lemons di Magan Vernon + giveaway

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



Titolo: Life, Love & Lemons
Autore: Magan Vernon
Genere: Young adult contemporaneo
Trama: When life hands you lemons, sometimes you have to say screw the lemons and bail.
Seventeen-year-old Bentley Evans had it all. Then her Dad got laid off. 
Now she has to move across town to a small apartment and leave her life of luxury for public school and a job at the local burger place. Just when her world seems like it's crumbling she finds solace in the unlikely punk boy next door, Kai Stone. But as their relationship blossoms, a jealous ex-girlfriend and a secret to tell that threatens to bring disaster back into Bentley’s life.



Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. She is in a very serious, fake relationship with Adam Lambert and constantly asks her husband to wear guyliner. He still refuses. She also believes her husband is secretly an alien, disguised as a southern gentleman.


ESTRATTI

#1


“Are you okay?”
I sat on the cold tile floor of the break room with my head between my grease stained knees. The last person I expected to come back and check on me was Kai.
In my frenzied cry I somehow managed to blurt out that I female problems and that got Jason to find someone else to do the sweeping. No guy ever wants to fight that one and Jason’s face turned red when I mentioned it.
“I’m fine." I sniffled, hoping that Kai would just go away. I wanted to be alone. How could my friends have done this to me? It was bad enough that I already lost my house, my school, and now some of my best friends since grade school. To top it all off I had some kid with hot pink shoes acting like I was the one with issues.
“Well obviously you’re not." He reached his hand out toward me.
I crossed my arms firmly over my chest. “I don’t need your help." It came out whinier than I intended.
Instead of walking away, he just plopped down beside me and spread his long legs out next to mine.
“You can only try and make lemons into lemonade for so long before you just have to say, screw the lemons, and bail." He stretched his arms out over his head.
I couldn’t help but smile. “I didn’t think anyone but me actually used that expression.”
“Well looks like you were wrong." He slowly stood up and turned to face me. “Now c’mon and let me show you what else you’re wrong about.”
As I looked at him, I didn’t know what came over me. Maybe it was just my girl emotions working overtime or maybe it was his pleading puppy dog eyes, but for some reason I took his hand and followed him out the back door.
“So where are we going?" I questioned, letting go of his hand as soon as we got outside. I was really glad we exited out the back so no one saw us. I really didn’t want people getting the wrong idea. Kai was a nice guy and everything, but I knew the other co-workers would have a field day if they saw us together. Luckily it was just my little red mini and a giant orange car in the parking lot.
“Just get in and you’ll find out," He said conspiratorially and opened the passenger door of the giant orange thing.
“What is that?" I pointed at the car, tilting my head.
“This would be my car, a Ford Falcon." He motioned again for me to get into the car.
Slowly I approached the car and got in as he slid over the hood of the car to the driver’s side.
“Isn’t that like something out of Star Wars?" I asked as he got in and started the car.
“No, that would be the Millennium Falcon, and that would be Star Trek." He smiled and pulled out of the parking lot.
“Sorry, I’m not up on my geekery." I laughed and I held out my palms toward him.
“It’s okay I didn’t really expect you to be." He slid his long fingers over toward me. I thought he was going to reach for my hand but instead he turned on the stereo, letting a loud screaming guy’s voice blast over the speakers.
“Ugh!" I put my hands over my ears and screeched, “What is that?”
Kai sighed and turned down the music. “It’s the Circle Jerks, you know Punk Rock.”
I shook my head. “Never heard of them, maybe you have something else that I might like." I reached up into the CD visor and browsed through his CD’s. Bad Religion, The Misfits, Dead Kennedys —All these bands I had never heard of and sounded really depressing.
“How about we just turn on the radio?”
“You’re kind of demanding you know that?" Kai looked at me out of the corner of his eye and leaned back in his seat.
“Gee, you’re such a charmer," I mocked. “But seriously, where are we going anyway?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said mischievously, smiling as he turned down State Street.
“Okay," I said and pulled my uniform top over my head.
“JESUS, what are you doing?" Kai swerved the car and almost hit the curb in the process, causing me to almost bounce my head off the dashboard.
“Ugh!" I folded the shirt in my lap and then ran my fingers across the straps of my white tank top that I had on underneath. “I just didn’t want to show up to wherever we were going in my uniform; what did you think I was doing? Trying to strip down in the Star Trek car?”
“I don’t know." He shrugged. “I thought the Falcon had some magical powers or something.”

#2


From Monday to Friday it was like everything had changed. Instead of walking through the halls alone with my head down, Kai was always by my side. This, of course, led to some very interesting stares and nicknames from people. I think my favorites were Bonnie and Hyde or Sid and Nancy Drew. Anything people could think of to come up with a couple name for the punk kid and the preppy girl. There were others, but the East High kids could get pretty raunchy when they came up with some of these nicknames.
“Do you still want to go watch Grant and Brody’s band play on Saturday?”
It was that lull after I had fourth period gym class and before lunch. I was leaning against my locker, and Kai pressed his palm against the other locker and faced me.
I still wasn’t sure what to think of Grant and Brody. They were nice and all, but I always felt like they were gawking at me like I was some sort of a zoo exhibit.
“I don’t know, maybe.”
 The truth was that I already asked my parents about the concert. Mom just rolled her eyes and couldn’t believe that her daughter wanted to go to some crummy warehouse to sweat with a bunch of teenagers, but Dad was a little more interested. Just by asking about the concert hosted a whole slew of questions about the bands and who I was going with. I especially got nervous when he started asking questions about Kai.
“What do you mean maybe?” He asked as he ran his tongue over his lip ring. We still hadn’t kissed. I was pretty adamant about the whole not kissing until he was my boyfriend thing. But I couldn’t deny how much I thought about his lip ring.
“I mean, maybe I’m busy or something." I twirled a strand of hair around my fingertip.
“What? Are you going out with one of your other boyfriends or something that night?" He leaned in closer. A couple of jocks walked by and yelled some disgusting comment, but I pretended like I didn’t hear them.
“I don’t have any boyfriends at all, so I really wouldn’t be going out with any of them, now would I?" I batted my eyelashes.
“Why don’t you be my girlfriend then?” He traced his free hand down my arm, full-on putting on the charm.
“Maybe," I answered very quickly, almost too quickly, since he blinked really hard.
“What do you mean, maybe?” He tilted his head to the side and he reached down to grab my hand.
“Ew, get a room." A very tall girl with fiery red hair and cat’s eye glasses yelled and then walked over to us.
“Teegan, if you think that hand holding is bad, then you really need to get out more,” Kai quipped, quickly looking from me to Teegan.
“Oh, I saw plenty of that with you and Brynne. Remember I’m her band mate,” Teegan snarled and walked closer. “But when it’s with little Miss Sandra Dee, it’s kind of disgusting.” She giggled and headed over to a group of girls a few lockers away. Once I caught sight of the group I immediately saw Brynne’s big green eyes glaring in my direction.
“Do you really want to have to keep dealing with that every day? The weird vampire girls and jocks talking about us? Because that’s what you’re going to get,” I said, looking up at him. My cheeks were still hot after Teegan’s comment and I hoped I didn’t look too embarrassed.
He laced our fingers together. “I wouldn’t be still standing here if I didn’t want to be with you." He looked from our hands and back down to me. “Now what do you say, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Maybe." I smiled again.
He started to roll his eyes when I got up on my tippy toes placing my hands on the back of his neck. I slowly pulled him closer as our lips met for the first time. I couldn’t believe how warm and rough his lips were in contrast to the cold and smoothness of his lip ring. Nor could I believe all the people that were cheering as he pulled me closer to fully envelope himself in the kiss. I didn’t want it to end and swear I literally almost melted in his arms when I felt his tongue on my bottom lip.
A large hand thrusted between us, knocking our bodies apart. I got off of my tippy toes and quickly let go of Kai as I turned to see my gym teacher, Mr. Brown, with his large and quite furry hand placed firmly in the middle of me and Kai. He faced Kai with his spit-stained mustache.
“Handshake, Mr. Stone." He took Kai’s hand from mind and shook it senseless. “Handshake!”

#3


"You know I'm pretty sure that all that's involved in high school dancing is just dry humping and swaying back and forth," I said as Kai helped me move my parent's couch back.
"Well, I don't want to dry hump or just sway back and forth," he said with a big grin on his face before setting the couch down.
"We don't have to do this right now either. It's a Sunday morning and all." I walked over to the front of the couch, not taking my eyes off of him.
"Homecoming is Saturday, and the only dance I know is the Hokey Pokey." He shrugged. "Besides Mom and my sisters are at small group and your parents can sleep through anything, so why not now?"
"Okay." I let out a deep breath and opened my computer. "But you really didn't take any kind of dance classes? I had ballroom dancing freshman year in gym."
"Bentley, I've gone to public school all of my life. The only dance we ever learned was line dancing when I was in grade school up in Wisconsin, and I'm not doing that at Homecoming." He laughed.
I started up the song and set my laptop down and stepped in front of Kai, putting my right hand up toward him. “I definitely don’t think there will be line dancing at Homecoming,” I said, putting my hand in his.
“And you make fun of my music?” Kai asked as the song crooned through the speakers on my laptop. I put Kai’s right hand on my hip, and then placed my left hand on his upper arm.
“This is Sinatra, I really don’t think there is anything to be making fun of, and besides I don’t think we could really do ballroom dancing to punk rock.”
“I’m sure we could try." He smiled and kissed my forehead.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay,  now that we have the arm position it’s time to move our feet, and if you step on my bare feet I am going to punch you.”
He playfully hovered his foot over mine, so I pinched his arm. “If you don’t behave then I’m switching the music to country.”
He let out a big sarcastic sigh. “Fine.”
“Okay, so left foot then right foot then together,” I said as we moved in unison.
“Then right foot goes back and then the left foot meets it.”
We moved together doing a few box steps. It felt kind of silly to be dancing in my pajamas in the living room.
“You know, I really don’t think that anyone is going to be doing the waltz at Homecoming,” I muttered
 I looked up to see him mouthing ‘left, right, together’.
“Well what do people usually do then?" He looked down at me and stopped mouthing the words.
The Sinatra song ended and a slower punk rock song played, one that Kai had actually put on my computer.
“Usually…" I put both my arms around his neck. “It’s kind of more of a close, swaying motion.”
“Oh." He wrapped his long arms around my waist and pulled me as close as I think two people can get when one was over six foot and the other was barely over five foot three.
“Like this?" He swayed slowly back and forth.
“Usually it’s not some sort of a giant dancing with a midget.” I laughed.
“Fine then." He bent at his knees and picked me up off of the ground, so that my legs were dangling in the air while he continued to sway back and forth. “Is that better, shorty?”
I wrapped my bare legs around his waist. “Now it is."
I leaned in and ran my tongue along his bottom lip, tracing the lines of his lip ring.
“I don’t think that’s part of the waltz." He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine.
“It is now." I kissed him, pretty hard, since he fell back into the couch with me still in his arms.
Maybe I should have taken him up on the night alone instead of Homecoming. It felt so good to just be in his arms, and the kissing wasn’t so bad either. I could forget about the world every time that Kai kissed me. It was like his lip piercing had some kind of magical powers that just made all my problems disappear as long as we were kissing.
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