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Resenha – Letters to Molly

18/06/2019

A resenha de hoje é de Letters to Molly, um lindo romance da autora Devney Perry. Boa leitura! Today’s review is about Letters to Molly, a beautiful romance by Devney Perry.

Molly Alcott não esparava abrir sua caixa de correio em uma manhã de verão e achar uma antiga carta enfiada entre contas e um encarte de supermercado. Escrita em uma letra familiar, datada há mais de quinze ano, a carta foi escrita para Molly após seu primeiro encontro com o homem que ela nunca esquecerá.

Semana após semana, novas cartas aparecem. Cada uma marcar um evento na épica história de amor deles. Cada uma cura uma ferida. Cada uma contém a confissão do homem que ainda é dono do coração de Molly.

As cartas são cheias de promessas, esperança e amor, mas verdade sea dita, Molly deseja poder esquecer cada uma delas.

Porque o homem que escreveu essas cartas não é quem as está enviando.

Molly Alcott didn’t expect
to open her mailbox one summer morning and find an old letter stuffed between
bills and a supermarket flyer. Penned in familiar handwriting, dated over
fifteen years ago, the letter was written to Molly after her first date with the
man she’ll never forget.


Week after week, new letters appear. Each marks an event in
the history of their epic love affair. Each heals a wound. Each holds the
confession of the man who still owns Molly’s heart.


The letters are full of promise, hope and love, but truth be
told, Molly wishes she could unread them all.


Because the man who wrote these letters is not the one
sending them.

Sabe aquele livro que você está há séculos esperando para ler, você cria expectativas imensas e tem medo de ler e ele não ser tudo o que você esperava? Letters to Molly era esse livro para mim. Desde que eu li The Birthday List, eu queria ler a história da Molly. No início a Devney disse que não sabia se iria escrever essa história. Eu esperei, esperei mais um pouco, e finalmente ela disse que iria escrever. Agora, depois de devorar o livro de uma só vez, eu posso dizer que ele foi muito mais do que eu esperava. Ele foi uma novidade espetacular em um dos meus gêneros favoritos. Romances de Segunda Chance são um dos meus favoritos e agora Letters to Molly está no topo da lista. O amor, a desilusão, a angústia. O passado, o presente, o futuro. Tudo. Eu chorei, eu ri, eu me derreti, eu tive esperanças. Essa é uma história de cura, de ser dono de seus erros e fazer o esforço para ser melhor. É uma história de como o amor pode ser forte o suficiente para sobreviver. De como você pode ter esperança, mas ao mesmo tempo, de como você tem que lutar pelo que você quer. É a história de uma família. E um recomendo que você a leia. You know that book you have been wanting to read for ages, you create great expectations and are almost afraid to read it? Letters to Molly was this kind of book for me. Since reading The Birthday List, I wanted to read Molly’s story. At first Devney said she didn’t know if it’d be written. I waited, and waited, and finally she said it’d happen. Now, after devouring it in one sitting, I can say it is so much more than I could hope. It’s a breath of fresh air in one of my favorite troupes in romance. Second chance Romances have always been a favorite of mine and Letters to Molly is now at the top of my list. The love, the heartbreak, the angst. The past, the present, the future. All of it. I cried, I laughed, I swooned, I hoped. This is a story of healing, of owning your mistakes and making an effort to be better. It’s a story how love strong enough can survive. How you can hope, but at the same time, how you have to work for what you want. It’s a story about a family. And I completely recommend that you read it.

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Devney
is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley
series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working
in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls
and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves
reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own
stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with
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Resenha – Fallen: Genesis

06/06/2019

A resenha de hoje é de The Fallen: Genesis, a introdução para a nova série dark da autora Tillie Colle.

The Fallen: Genesis é uma novela prequel de The Deadly Virtues Series e DEVE ser lido antes de RAPHAEL (DV: livro um).***

O CAÍDO: GÊNESE
(Um prequel das virtudes mortais)

NO INÍCIO…

Eles disseram que eles eram maus.
Eles disseram que estavam possuídos por demônios.
Eles disseram que a escuridão corria em suas veias.

Holy Innocents Home for Children (Inocentes Sagrados: Lar para Crianças) é um paraíso para meninos órfãos que não têm nada nem ninguém. Os sacerdotes cuidam deles, os educando, os criando na família da igreja.

Exceto por alguns.

Sete dos órfãos não são garotos comuns. Eles atraem a atenção dos sacerdotes por seus atos de violência, de sede de sangue. Os sacerdotes percebem que esses meninos são atraídos para a escuridão.

E os sacerdotes não são padres comuns. Eles são os irmãos, uma seita secreta que acredita em uma missão divina para procurar o mal nos meninos sob seus cuidados. Procure, e depois expulse.

Os sete caíram da graça de Deus. E os irmãos limparão suas almas enegrecidas …

Um romance dark contemporâneo. Contém situações sexuais, violência, assuntos sensíveis e tabus, linguagem ofensiva e tópicos que alguns podem sentir como gatilhos. Recomendado para maiores de 18 anos.

Tradução do blog Guardiã da Meia Noite

The Fallen: Genesis is a prequel novella in The Deadly Virtues Series and MUST be read before RAPHAEL (DV: book one).
*****

THE FALLEN: GENESIS

(A Deadly Virtues Prequel)

IN THE BEGINNING…

They told them they were evil.

They told them they were possessed by demons.

They told them that darkness ran in their veins.

Holy Innocents Home for Children is a haven for orphaned boys who have nothing and no one. The priests watch over them, educate them, raise them in the family of the church.

Except for some.

Seven of the orphans are no ordinary boys. They attract the attention of the priests for their acts of violence, of bloodlust. The priests realize these boys are drawn to the darkness.

And the priests are no ordinary priests. They are the Brethren, a secret sect who believe themselves on a divine mission to seek out evil in the boys in their care. Seek it out, and then drive it out.

The seven have fallen from God’s grace. And the Brethren will cleanse their blackened souls…

Dark Contemporary Romance novella. Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and topics some may find triggering. Recommended for age 18 years and up.

O que faz um líder? Escolhas, circunstâncias, ou ambos?

O que muda o caminho de alguém na vida? Escolhas, circunstâncias, ou ambos?

Tillie nos apresenta o início de tudo que veremos na série em The Fallen: Genesis. Os caminhos que se fecham e os que se abrem. As escolhas feitas e as que são impossíveis de se fazer. A luz e a escuridão. Como um pode influenciar o outro.

Nós acompanhamos Joseph em sua complicada história, em sua fé, em seu amor. Sua necessidade em proteger seu irmão, não importa o preço. Através de uma teia de mentiras, traições, dores e horrores, nós continuamos o seguindo e tentando entender tudo que está acontecendo. Tentando não acreditar o nível de maldade que existe no mundo. Tentando ser como ele e ter fé, acreditar.

Você está pronto para pular na escuridão com “The Fallen”? Você está pronto para se apaixonar pelos corrompidos?

Eu estou pronta para pular com os dois pés e ver onde a Rainha da Escuridão irá levar “The Fallen”.

What makes someone a leader? Choices, circumstances, or both?

What changes someones path in life? Choices, circumstances, or both?

In The Fallen: Genesis, Tillie presents us with be beginning of everything we’ll see in the series. The paths opened and closed. The choices made and the ones impossible to make. The light and the dark. And how one can impact the other.

We follow Joseph in his intricate story, in his faith, in his love. His need to protect his brother no matter  the cost. Through a web of lies, deceit, pain and horrors, we keep following him and trying to understand everything that is happening. Trying do don’t believe the level of evil in the world. Trying to be like him and have faith, to believe.

Are you ready to jump in the dark with the fallen? Are you ready to fall in love with the broken?

I’m ready to jump with both feet and see where the Queen of Darkness will lead The Fallen.

Joseph watched helplessly as James moved from his place against the far wall toward a boy on a chair on the opposite side of the room. A boy who had slim knives embedded in his arms and legs—a human pin cushion.

Joseph shivered as he recalled his brother’s expression a moment ago as he’d sat and stared at the knives he had sliced into the boy’s flesh. James, the sadistic voyeur of his own work. Joseph’s nervous eyes landed on his brother’s target. The boy was bound with ropes, and a washcloth was stuffed into his mouth,silencing his cries.

Luke.

Fear flooded Joseph’s body. Luke, the boy who had been intent on bullying James since the age of eight. The boy who would spit at James’s feet when they walked by. The boy who call him weird, a goth, a psychopath who rarely spoke. His taunts were endless. Joseph didn’t think the verbal bullets had ever hit their target . . . until he’d found a pad of paper hidden underneath James’s bed. A pad of paper showing in graphic detail what James wanted to do to Luke.

Tie him up.

Cut his flesh.

Exsanguinate his body.

Then drink the blood down.

“They’re just fantasy, right?” Joseph asked James when he returned from detention. Joseph held up the drawings. Page after page of pain and despair and cruelty.

James walked slowly to Joseph and ran his hand down the open page of the pad, delicately running his fingertip over the pencil image of Luke’s slit throat. “It’s a promise,” James said, with no shame in his voice. “Each page is what will happen to Luke.” James finally met his older brother’s eyes. “I’m just waiting for the perfect time.”

From that day on Joseph made sure Luke never got too close to James, for fear of what his younger brother would do. Because Joseph believed every word his brother had said.

The truth was, Joseph knew that someday, if he wasn’t stopped, James would do something so terrible he wouldn’t be able to come back from it.

And Joseph had no idea how to cure James. He didn’t know how to heal his little brother of the wretchedness that had lodged itself into his soul. He prayed for a miracle he knew would never come.

Joseph’s heart pounded as James held up another knife. His brother’s torso was bare, the scars from his frequent self-mutilation clear to see, white roads of flesh mapping the veins that ran under his skin. Veins that carried the blood James so desperately craved; nightly, once safe in their room, he would slice them open and lick the falling drops as they ran in crimson rivulets down his arms.

Joseph thrashed on the bed, fighting the binds James must have placed him in while he slept. “James, listen to me,” Joseph said as he helplessly watched his brother slowly push his blade into Luke’s shoulder. Luke’s chair almost fell as he screamed into the washcloth, the fabric absorbing his cry. But James didn’t even flinch. Joseph’s stomach clenched when the blood started to pour from Luke’s shoulder as James carefully extracted the blade.

Eleven. That’s all James was. Eleven years old, yet thought only of blood . . . worse, even . . . thought only about the consumption of blood.

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Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

 

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Revelação de Capa – The Locker Room

06/06/2019

HAVE YOU HEARD THE RUMOR AROUND CAMPUS ABOUT THE LOCKER ROOM?

If you haven’t, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. Basically one rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.

TRANSLATION: BASEBALL PLAYERS ARE STUPIDLY SUPERSTITIOUS AND BELIEVE THE LOCKER ROOM HAS MAGICAL POWERS.

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.

So when the girl I’ve fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it’s time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.

THE ONLY QUESTION IS, WILL SHE ACCEPT?

COMING JUNE 20TH!!!!

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USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.

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Revelação de Capa – The Other Side

05/06/2019

Title: The Other Side
Author: Kim Holden
Release Date: Coming Soon!
Genre: Young Adult, Coming of Age

Denver, Colorado
1987

There are two sides to every story.
The surface reality that’s presented to the world.
And then there’s the other side.
The real one.
The one that matters.

Seventeen-year-old, self-proclaimed asshole, Toby Page, is alone.
No friends.
No family.
He trades maintenance work in exchange for room and board.
Every day he fights demons no one else can see.
Every day he wants to give up.
But he can’t.
Not yet.

When Alice Eliot moves in downstairs, she offers Toby some light in his dark world.
At a crossroads and barely hanging on, it’s hard to have perspective.
It’s difficult to see your own worth when you’re the villain in your story.
Luckily for Toby, Alice brings things out in him that no one else ever has.

As the two sides of Toby’s story are revealed, and the full reality comes into view, truth is gained.
Improbable alliances prove that kindness is fundamentally human.
Unlikely heroes emerge.

The question is, Will it all be enough to save him?

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Some of my favorite things: reading, writing, the two coolest guys on the planet (my husband and son), my bicycle (my husband built it for me), Facebook (I’m fairly certain it’s an addiction at this point), iced coffee (hazelnut), and music (LOVE Sunset Sons, the 1975, Dredg, the xx, Balance and Composure, Teenage Bottlerocket, and 30 Seconds to Mars). I also love dreaming, which brings me to my next point. I have one bit of advice for anyone reading this … follow your dreams. It’s never too late. Get started today … heck get started RIGHT NOW! I wanted to write a book 20 years ago. Instead I waited. And waited. I should’ve been writing. But I didn’t. I don’t do regrets, because the past is just that, the past. But let me tell you there’s nothing in the world like achieving something you’ve dreamt about for years and years. So, get started. Make your dreams reality.

I love to hear from other readers. Send me a message or find me on Facebook (https://facebook.com/kimholdenauthor) and tell me what’s up in your reading world.
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Excerpt – Raphael

05/06/201906/06/2019

 

 

 

 

They are the Fallen. A brotherhood of murderers whose nature compels them to kill. But guided by their leader, Gabriel, the Fallen have learned to use their urges to rid the world of those it is better off without.

For Raphael, sex and death are intertwined. Where there is one, there must be the other. He is a lust killer, luring his victims with the face of an angel and a body built for sin.

And Raphael lives to sin.

His newest mission takes him into the sadistic underworld of Boston’s secret sex clubs, and puts him face to face with his greatest fantasy made flesh.

Maria is everything he’s ever dreamed of, the kill he’s always longed for. She’s not his target. And he knows he must resist. But the temptation is too strong…

Yet Raphael is not the only one with a mission. Maria is not quite what she seems. And as her secrets and Raphael’s unravel, Maria begins to question everything she thought she knew—about evil, about the place she calls home, and about the beautiful sinner she was sent to destroy.

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and topics some may find triggering. Recommended for age 18 years and up.

 

The Fallen: Genesis a prequel novella in The Deadly Virtues Series and MUST be read before RAPHAEL (DV: book one).

 

 

 

The sound of Gabriel’s Gregorian chant music drifted up the Tomb’s steep, winding stairs. Raphael ran his fingertips along the gray stone walls. They were damp underneath his skin, slick with the stagnant water that trickled in from the overflowing lake outside. Forest-green moss crept in through cracks and fractures in the brick, betraying the manor’s age.

With every step he descended into the candlelit darkness, Raphael’s heart began to thunder into a heady velocity. The string that forever sat on his right index finger was so tight he could feel his pulse throbbing in the very tip. He focused on the rhythm of the beat, on the tightness of the string wrapped around and around and around his flesh. A fire of pleasure broke out in his chest and surged through his veins at the tightness, the suffocation, the hedonistic asphyxiation of the digit. It was a denial of blood, of the life his finger needed to survive, to thrive—to exist. Raphael’s lip kicked up in a smirk. He knew the tip of his finger would be blue, starved of the sustenance it needed to function. He hissed out in pleasure when the fire that vision ignited darted straight to his cock. Raphael didn’t care if his brothers heard him moan out loud. They would be caught in their own heads, their own excitement of possibly getting the kill, to care—they never cared.

Raphael felt Michael breathing heavily behind him, affirming his point. He knew Michael would be stroking the vial of blood around his neck while almost coming in his leather pants at the thought of sinking his sharp teeth into a vein and sucking down the blood. Gabriel told them Michael had something called hematolagnia. He had a word for what he claimed “ailed” all of them.

Nothing ailed them.

Gabriel just didn’t understand the way the six of them were, the way they had to be. The six of the Fallen who were nothing like Gabriel. They liked to kill. Needed to as much as they needed to breathe. It wasn’t abnormal to them. Blood and flesh and cries of pain inflicted by their hands didn’t bring repulsion, only satisfaction.

It was simply who they were.

Out of all the brothers, Raphael was closest to Michael. But right now, each of the brothers was completely alone. The Revelation ceremony brought out the utmost selfishness in them.

The chance to bring death consumed them.

Controlled them.

And Raphael wouldn’t have it any other way.

Raphael’s cock grew hard in his jeans at just the thought of taking someone’s last breath. He pushed the heel of his hand against his crotch as the blood rushed to it, but the burst of painful pleasure that spiraled up his spine only made him groan louder. The rubber cage he always wore around his dick constricted his flesh and began to strain, biting into him as the rubber rebelled against his hardening. The BDSM contraption was designed to bring pain. And it was successful; pain it brought. But Raphael didn’t see pain as a punishment. He lived for pain. The more agony he felt, the more pleasure he felt. He basked in the throttling of his penis, relished the choking of his erection as it tried to break free of the rubber constraints.

Raphael lost his footing, his back slamming into the wet wall. He barely even noticed his shirt growing damp as his eyes closed. All Raphael could focus on was the cage’s incessant strangling. His hands curled into fists as the addictive fire ravaged his body.

Flashes of his ultimate fantasy poured into his mind, fueling his ecstasy. He was powerless. He couldn’t stop them if he tried. But why would he? It was what inspired him to get out of bed each day, birthed every single breath his lungs inhaled. What he had waited years for, and would wait a lifetime more to capture. Raphael’s breathing became deep and labored as he imagined the scene—the king-sized bed, the red rose petals thrown on the pure white Egyptian cotton comforter. And her, the one, sprawled out for him on her back, naked, a temptation made true. Her cheeks would be flushed, and her lips would be cherry red. Her skin would be so soft, no blemish in sight, eyes bright and fixed on Raphael, piercing his gaze with nothing but adoration. She would be his, and he would be hers. There would be nobody else for either of them. She would be his one possession that he would have for all of his days.

Raphael knew his pupils were dilated beneath his closed lids—oddly colored golden-brown eyes that set him apart from everyone else. His greatest tool, eyes that lured in his victims—meaningless women he would chase for a while, seducing, enticing, making them enamored with everything he pretended to be . . . before he pillaged their lives, fucking them hard as death collected their souls, releasing into their dying bodies as he consumed their final heartbeat and breath with his unyielding hands.

Raphael’s eyes snapped open when he heard the church bell echo around the stone basement—Gabriel’s signal to robe for Revelation. As he descended the final steps, the tight rubber cage around his cock caused pre-cum to leak into his jeans. He lived for the sexual strangulation. He needed it as much as he needed to breathe.

Raphael realized he was late. He raced through the wide wooden door of the Tomb. His brothers were already in robes, the heavy hoods covering their heads as they silently awaited his arrival.

 

Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.

 

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Resenha – Savaged

28/05/2019

When wilderness guide, Harper Ward, is summoned to the small town sheriff’s office in Helena Springs, Montana, to provide assistance on a case, she is shocked to find that their only suspect in the double murder investigation is a man described as a savage.

But the longer she watches the man known only as Lucas, on the station surveillance camera, the more intrigued she becomes. He certainly looks primitive with his unkempt appearance and animal skin attire, but she also sees intelligence in his eyes, sensitivity in his expression. Who is he? And how is it possible that he’s lived alone in the forest since he was a small child?

As secrets begin to emerge, Harper is thrust into something bigger and more diabolical than she ever could have imagined. And standing right at the center of it all, is Lucas. But is he truly the wild man he appears to be? A cold blooded killer? An innocent victim? Or a perplexing mix of all three?

Harper must find out the answers to these questions because the more time she spends with him, the more she risks losing her heart.

Mais uma vez Mia nos entrega um livro maravilhoso que ficará em nossos corações. Eu sei que ele é uma mistura de romance com suspense, mas para mim, ele parece uma fantasia. Quase uma versão de A Bela e a Fera, Savaged nos guia entre presente e passado, dando pistas ao mesmo tempo para o leitor e o personagem, nos levando do sorriso às lágrimas, da felicidade ao coração partido. Harper é uma heroína excelente: forte, independente, e de coração aberto. Nosso herói é ao mesmo tempo forte e inocente, lutando por sua vida. Esse é o tipo de livro para se ler as cegas, então não vou dizer muito mais, só que ele merece ser lido. Once again Mia delivers a amazing book with a story that will stay in our hearts. I know it’s a contemporary romance mixed with a suspense, but for me, it reads like a fantasy. Almost a Beauty and the Beast retelling, Savaged guide us through present and past, giving clues at the same time to the reader and the character, leading us from smiles to tears, from happiness to heart break. Harper is an amazing heroine: strong, independent, with an open heart. Our hero is at the same time strong and innocent, fighting for his life. This is the kind of book to go in blind, so I won’t say much more, only that it deserved to be read.

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Revelação de Capa – Fallen Saint

22/05/2019

Release date: July 16th 2019

Series: All The Pretty Things Trilogy, Volume Two

Genre: Dark Romance

Cover Designer: Sommer Stein— Perfect Pear Creative Covers

Just as this nightmare began, I once again find myself bound, destination unknown. However, this time, my kidnapper is the man who shattered my world beyond repair.

Aleksei Popov—Russia’s number one mobster, and the man I was sold to.

His intentions for me are clear—submit, obey him, and call him master—but I won’t surrender. I’m not like the other girls. Whether that’s a blessing or curse, I’ve yet to decide. The problem is, my disobedience intrigues my captor all the more.

When we arrive in Russia, the rules change.

Saint, the man who was once a sinner, is my only salvation. What was forbidden now gives me hope that there is light in the darkness. He will risk everything to set me free.

But behind these opulent walls, things aren’t what they seem, and when the fine line between pleasure and pain begins to blur, only one thing matters—saving my soul.

I will lie.

Cheat.

Steal.

I was once an angel, but now…I’m a fallen saint, ready to inflict my own pain and burn this hellhole to the ground.

“Kneel.”

Without question, I slowly rise from the bed and follow Saint to the middle of the room. When he positions himself so Aleksei can see, I know what I have to do.

I drop to my knees and bow my head.

“Oh my.” A stunned gasp leaves Aleksei. “That is incredible. Just like a trained dog.”

A strong metallic taste fills my mouth, alerting me that I’ve drawn blood by biting down on my tongue so hard.

“What is your name?” Saint asks numbly.

“Aнгел.”

“And who am I?”

“мастеp,” I reply softly, using my hair as a veil.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

Before I have a chance to reply, Saint reaches down and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I arch my neck, locking eyes with him. The amber swirls mingle among the flecks of green and set me alight. He is barely holding on.

“мастеp,” I say, louder this time.

“Good girl.” He releases me while I sag forward in humiliation. “You know what happens when you disobey me?”

“Yes, мастеp.” The truth is, I don’t know what punishment he intends to deliver. He reveals what a moment later.

“Lift your dress.”

And just like that, I’m transported back to the night when Saint first struck me with his belt.

I know for this to be believable, Saint has to make the punishments credible. But the thought of being hit again has me whimpering.

“I said lift your fucking dress.” Saint’s tone is venomous. With no other choice, I do as he demands.

When I hear his belt being unbuckled and threaded through the loops of his pants, I brace myself for what comes next.

My back faces Aleksei, so he has a clear view of my ass. My lace underwear leaves nothing to the imagination, but it appears he wants more. “Take them off.”

I lock eyes with Saint, begging he doesn’t force me to bow to this pervert’s demands, but he maintains his apathetic façade. Yet underneath this disguise, I know he’ll always protect me.

“With all due respect, Aleksei, you asked me to show you, so please allow me to do my job.” Being called a job causes me to flinch as though he kicked me in the guts. I know it’s part of the plan, but it’s hard not to get lost in the past.

“You’re right. Sorry. I got carried away. Continue.” His politeness is beyond insulting, as he’s apologizing for suggesting Saint strip me when he whips me into submission.

This is so fucked up.

Saint walks around me and kicks my legs apart. I suppress the need to scream. He doesn’t give me any warning. I hear the vicious hiss slicing through the air just before the pain hits me. With a loud grunt, I propel forward but remain kneeling.

My ass throbs from where Saint brought down his belt, but I know he could have struck me a lot harder. When he hits me over the back of my thighs, I whimper but remain upright. This strike was softer than the first.

“Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

Whack.

Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to cry. “I’m s-sorry, мастеp. I won’t disobey you a-again.”

Whack.

“Are you sure?” Even though Saint barely breaks a sweat from hitting me, his breathlessness reveals it’s taking every ounce of his willpower not to kill Aleksei.

When I hear the belt being swung into position, I cry out, “Yes! Yes. I’m sorry. I won’t d-do it again.”

I brace myself for another strike, but it doesn’t come. “Put down your dress.”

With shaky hands, I do as he says.

Since I’m facing away from Saint, I can’t see what’s going on, but I’m guessing from the silence it’s not good.

“That’s it?” Aleksei is far from impressed. It seems he will only be satisfied when I’m crying out in pain and begging for mercy.

“Yes. She submitted, did she not?”

Silence.

The air is thick with challenge. Saint’s methods aren’t satisfactory because Aleksei knows he could have been a lot crueler.

“She fought me like a wild cat. I think she likes you.”

My cheeks heat, but I squash down my embarrassment because this exercise was supposed to convince Aleksei otherwise. I quickly rack my brain, hoping to prove Aleksei wrong, but Saint is two steps ahead.

“She fears me,” he argues. “She doesn’t know you yet, but I’ve broken her. Just allow me to spend more time with her, and I promise, she will fear you too. I’m the only one who can break her.”

“Very well. But if your methods don’t prove satisfactory, and I don’t see a change very soon, I will take over. Are we clear?”

My blood turns cold.

“We’re clear,” Saint replies with bite.

“I won’t have her behaving like a rabid dog because you know what happens to them?” Aleksei pauses while the room drops ten thousand degrees. “I shoot them.”

Make no mistake, he’s warning us both.

Saint grips the back of my neck, hinting I’m to stand. When I do, he leads me back over to the bed. He won’t look at me, and the detachment has me getting onto the bed, desperate for them to leave so I can process this on my own. Without him asking, I place my arms over my head after I lie down.

A tear leaks from my eye when he cuffs me, but I turn my cheek so he can’t see.

“Let’s go into my office. We have some things to discuss.” Just as Saint moves to rise, Aleksei says something which has me questioning how good of an actress I really am. “Gag her. You said she was shouting earlier.”

You’re going to be a good little girl, aren’t you, Willow?

I suddenly find it impossible to breathe.

I’m moments away from blowing our ruse when a tender caress floats across my flank. Though it’s a subtle touch, it’s enough. “That’s not necessary. She won’t scream.” Saint recognizes my panic; he knows what memories claw to the surface when I’m gagged.

“I said gag her,” Aleksei perseveres, needing to hold on to some semblance of control.

I know I told Saint to do whatever it takes, but that’s my hard limit, so I don’t know if I can stomach that. But I should know by now that Saint will always be the alpha. “Aleksei, you just said you’re willing to allow me to do this my way. Are you going back on your word?”

I don’t know why his word is so important. He’s a fucking criminal, for god’s sake. But I remember Saint saying that Aleksei does hold some honor among his men. I can only hope he’s right.

“So be it. But if I hear a peep out of her, it’ll be the last for quite some time.”

I gulp as his threat is filled with promise.

“She’ll be quiet,” Saint assures, speaking for me as he knows I’m close to breaking. “Let’s go.”

When he rises from the bed, I turn my cheek to look at him. But when I lock eyes with Aleksei instead, I realize I have to be more careful. Although we have convinced him today, tomorrow may not be as easy.

Saint doesn’t look back and is quick to leave. I soon find out why that is.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Aleksei blocks the doorway while I watch on in horror. He’s going to kill Saint and make me watch. We haven’t fooled him at all.

When Saint reaches into his pocket and produces the key to my cuffs, I sense he has a plan after all. Aleksei seems disappointed he surrendered it so easily.

Saint opens the door, hinting for Aleksei to move. He eventually does but not before he grins my way. The gesture sends a shiver down my spine.

This is only the beginning of things to come.

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Resenha – Twisted

21/05/201922/05/2019

The underworld of Chicago is far from forgiving. It’s a
world where knowledge means power, power money, and money everything.While I paid the ultimate price to have it all, it wasn’t my
decision to give up my life.

That doesn’t mean I ceased to exist, only to live.

Going where the job takes me and living in the shadows, with
deadly accuracy I utilize the skills inherent to me, not knowing from where
they came, not recalling what I’d lost.

And then I saw her.

Laurel Carlson.

I shouldn’t want her, desire her, or need her, yet with each
sighting I know she is exactly what I have to have. Laurel has the ability to
do what I thought was impossible. She sees what others don’t.

My gut tells me that it’s a deadly mistake to change my
plans and open my world to her. My mind says she’ll be repulsed by my twisted
existence.

None of that matters, because my body won’t take no for an
answer.

I’ve made dangerous mistakes before.

This time, will the price be too high?

 

From New York Times bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a
brand-new dark romance bringing us back to the same dangerous underworld as
SECRETS. You do not need to read the Web of Sin trilogy to get caught in this
new and intriguing saga, Tangled Web.

 

TWISTED is book one of the TANGLED WEB trilogy which will
continue in OBSESSED and conclude in BOUND.

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First of all: I’m out of the shame corner! I’ve read my first Aleatha book! For years friends tell me to read her books, but I think I was scared. I was a fool. I loved her writing style, fell in love with Laurel and can’t wait to read more. It was a roller-coaster of a book, changing directions at every turn and keeping you guessing until the last line! Can I have the next book now, please?


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south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school
sweetheart and husband of over thirty years. Before she became a full-time
author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing.
Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend
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Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in
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two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story
of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers.
Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS,
in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted
style with an increase in heat.
In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into
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her five novel INFIDELITY series that has taken the reading world by storm. She
also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books
INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK were published through this
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Resenha – A Five Minute Life

20/05/2019

Thea Hughes has five minutes to live.

A car accident stole her parents and left her with the second-worst documented case of amnesia in the world. She now has only minutes of experiences, of consciousness, of life…before her memory is wiped clean. The once effervescent artist with a promising future is reduced to scribbling with pens and paper, living an empty, quiet life, three hundred seconds at a time.

Jim Whelan is on autopilot.

A foster kid shuffled around the system since birth, he’s lived his entire life without knowing love…and it’s taken its toll—until he learned to fight back, carry his armor, and keep his head down.

Working as an orderly in the Blue Ridge Sanitarium, deep in Virginia countryside, Jim looked up…and found Thea.

When Thea has the chance to break free of her five-minute prison with a risky, experimental surgery, it could lead them both to an epic love they never thought possible… or one that could require the ultimate sacrifice.

A stand-alone, new adult romance.

Uau. Eu realmente não sei como escrever uma resenha sobre esse livro. Nada do que eu escreva será capaz de mostrar as emoções que eu senti lendo. Jimmy e Thea são personagens complexos, e eu acredito precisar de mais um livro para continuar aproveitando sua emocionante história. A escrita de Emma como sempre é maravilhosa e te pega nos sentimentos. Ela cria uma história que te prende desde o início. Esse livro é uma montanha-russa emocional do início ao fim, então aperte os cintos! Jimmy, o que dizer sobre ele? O que dizer sobre uma pessoa que está quebrada/abandonada há tanto tempo, mas continua sendo uma boa pessoa? Eu acho que a mensagem desse livro é sobre acreditar. Acreditar que mesmo danificado, você merece ser feliz. Acreditar que mesmo quando alguém está sozinho, ajuda é possível. Acreditar no amor. Acreditar na beleza da vida. E acreditar no que você enxerga, mesmo quando as outras pessoas não conseguem ver a mesma coisa. Acreditar e ser feliz. Wow. I really don’t know how to write this review. Nothing that I say will be able to portray the emotions I felt while reading it. Jimmy and Thea are so complex, that I think I need another book to keep enjoying them. Emma’s writing as always is amazing and get you right in the feels. She creates a story line that gets you from the first chapter. This book is an emotional roller-coaster from beginning to finish, so buckle up! Jimmy, what to say about him? What to say about someone that has been broken for so long, but still is a good person? I think the message of this book is to believe. Believe that even broken, you deserve happiness. That even when someone is alone, help is possible. Believe in love. Believe in the beauty in life. And believe in what you see, even though other people can’t see the same. Believe and be happy.

“Marc Antony,” I said and nodded at her drawing. “Part of your Egyptian studies?”

Thea leaned her cheek on her folded hands like she was warming herself before a fire. “Marc Antony is part of the romance. A love story with Cleopatra. He went to war for her. Died for her. When they told her he was dead, she put her hand in a basket with an asp. Can you imagine? Loving someone so much that the thought of life without them is too unbearable?”

“No,” I said. “I can’t.”

Her gaze dropped to my hand on the table and her fingers reached to trace the scars on my knuckles.

These tell a story, don’t they?” She traced one of the fine lines. “You put your hand in with the snakes, too.”

I nodded slowly, savoring the feel of her warm skin on mine. “So the bullies would leave me alone.”

“And did they?”

“Eventually.”

“I’m glad.” She put her hand in mine completely, her fingers wrapping around and holding tight. “I’m being too… something. Personal. Delia would throw a fit, but I feel like…”

“Like what, Thea?”

“Like I have to hold on to this moment, you know? Or you… I don’t even know you and yet I don’t want to stop talking to you.” Her hand squeezed mine. “I don’t care if you have a stutter, but please keep talking to me, Jimmy. Okay?”

My mouth went dry at the nameless desperation in her eyes.

Jesus, does she know she’s trapped? She can’t. Impossible…

“I won’t,” I said. “I’ll talk to you every day. I promise.”

Thea breathed a small sigh of relief and released my hand. “Thank you, Jimmy. That makes me feel better.”

With a final smile—a parting smile, I realized—she took up her pen and then froze.

She’s resetting.

Confusion passed over her features. She looked up at me, flinching a little to see a big man in close proximity. I instantly leaned back to give her space.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Two years,” I said, my voice hardly more than a whisper. “But the doctors are working on your case.”

“Yes, they are.” She smiled hesitantly and found my nametag. “I’m Thea Hughes.”

Seven. Seven times now.

“Jim Whelan,” I said.

She offered her hand. Again. I took it robotically, enduring her one-pump shake. Again. Her fingers didn’t linger in mine but released immediately, the way you do with a stranger. Again.

“Nice to meet you, Jim Whelan.”

Fuck. I can’t do this.

I rose to my feet. “I have to get to work.”

Her face fell. “Oh. Bummer. Will I see you again?”

I could promise her I would, but she wouldn’t remember. There was no promise. I could tell her the sky was falling or my name was Abraham Lincoln and she wouldn’t know the damn difference. It’d vanish, like every other word we’d ever spoken to each other. I vanished every time her reset hit and was recreated over again in Thea’s eyes. I could be whatever I wanted; whomever I wanted. And yet she was the one woman I might’ve had a chance to be myself with.

The terrible irony of it was like copper in my mouth.

“Sure, Miss Hughes,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Resenha – 9 minutos

20/05/2019

Ginny Lemon é protagonista de um romance recheado de mistério e reviravoltas inesperadas. Nove Minutos leva os leitores ao mundo de uma gangue de motoqueiros e para dentro do coração de uma jovem, cujo sequestro causou grandes dores.

Com quinze anos, Ginny é sequestrada por um membro das mais conhecidas e agressivas gangues de motoqueiros do sul da Flórida. A partir daquele momento, sua vida muda para sempre. Ela ganha um novo nome, uma nova identidade e uma nova vida em meio ao mundo assustador e violento, onde todo mundo tem um nome de guerra e a lealdade é equivalente à sobrevivência. No meio de tudo isso está o líder da gangue, Grizz: enorme, bonito, assustador e, surpreendentemente no que diz respeito a Ginny, carinhoso. Ela se torna sua obsessão e o único grande amor de sua vida.

Assim começa um conto de obsessão emocional e manipulação de uma jovem afastada de tudo o que conhece e forçada a se apoiar na única pessoa que oferece atenção, afeto e cuidado: seu sequestrador. Precoce e inteligente, mas ainda uma adolescente, Ginny sofre para se adaptar a sua vida, inicialmente resistindo, e aceitando a sua nova realidade

O que dizer de um livro que já te deixa boquiaberta no prólogo?? Beth Flynn se mostra uma excelente escritora, que já pesca o leitor na primeira página e nos faz querer devorar o livro! Antes de mais nada, o meu conselho é: não procure por spoilers do livro, o enfrente sem saber de nada! E por isso mesmo minha resenha será o mais vaga possível, porque eu acho que esse é o tipo de livro que deve ser lido às cegas. Com personagens que você ama odiar, ou seria odeia amar? Nove minutos vai te deixar na ponta da cadeira, surtado com as reviravoltas e doido pelo próximo livro! Não é uma leitura para os fracos, mas é um livro que te faz pensar e encarar o que você faria numa situação daquelas. Em alguns momentos eu achava que iria abandonar a leitura e que não conseguiria seguir em frente, mas fui forte e não me arrependo. Eu diria que esse livro não é realmente um romance, mas sim que ele tem elementos de romance. Leia!

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