A resenha de hoje é do livro Bedfellows, da autora Lola Leighton |
Today’s review is about Bedfellows by Lola Leighton |
Resenha |
Review |
| Eu adorei ler sobre Will, Sullivan e Adrienne. Eles tem uma química maravilhosa e este foi um bom livro para a estreia da autora nesse gênero. Mas sabe quando você vê que o livro não atingiu todo o potencial da história? Esse foi o grande motivo das minhas 3 estrelas. A história não chegou onde poderia. Acho que o grande culpado foi a transição de tempo, pois de um capítulo para outro tínhamos passagens de meses e perdíamos a solução de alguns conflitos, não vendo eles acontecerem, somente sabendo que aconteceram, e isso para mim acabou um pouco com o clímax do livro. Estou dizendo para não lê-lo? Claro que não! Vale super a pena ler e se deliciar com todas as cenas quentes entre os lençóis. Se você gosta de MMF, ou se esse é um gênero novo para você, é um bom começo. | Will, Sullivan and Adrienne got so much spark together, that your kindle will catch fire! It’s has a great plot and a good debut in a new genre for this author, but do you know when a book doesn’t reach all of their potential? It’s what I thought at the end of Bedfellows. It’s well written, has good characters and so much potential, but it fell short. If I have to pinpoint where it went wrong, I’d say it was in the time lapses. I got confused how much time passed between chapters. One time it was one week, another time months, and others you only knew that time had passed. With this time lapses we lost the resolution of some big conflicts and didn’t enjoy the growth of their relationship. Am I saying that it is a bad book and you shouldn’t read it? Absolutely not! It’s a good and entertaining book, with hot scenes and good banter. You should give it a try! |
Sinopse |
Synopsis |
| Eu não estava procurando por um homem. Quanto mais dois…Sullivan e Will são o mais próximos que dois amigos podem ser. Crescendo dentro do sistema os forçou a confiar um no outro, e eles se acostumaram a compartilhar tudo – incluindo mulheres.
Agora eles estão prontos para mais. Para achar amor. Para formar uma família. Para ver os sonhos que eles tiveram desde a infância se tornarem realidade. Parace que eu checo todas as caixinhas na lista deles – inteligência, beleza e atrevimento. Eu nunca hesito em colocar homens nos seus lugares – o que eles acham super sexy. O único problema, eu sou uma garota tradicional, com valores tradicionais – um homem, uma mulher, até que a morte nos separe – esse tipo de valores. Eles estão dispostos a trabalhar para provar o quão certo nós três podemos ser, mas o que acontece em seguida é o chute de qualquer um… |
I wasn’t looking to fall for one man. Let alone two…Sullivan and Will are as close as two friends can be. Growing up in the system forced them to rely on each other, and they’ve become accustomed to sharing everything—including women.
Now they’re ready for more. To find love. To start a family. To see the dreams they’ve shared since childhood come true. Apparently I tick off every box on their list—brains, beauty, and sass. I never hesitate to put both men in their places—which they find sexy as hell. One problem, I’m a traditional girl, with traditional values—one man, one woman, till death do us part—kind of values. They’re willing to work to prove how very right the three of us could be, but what happens next is anyone’s guess… |
Excerpt
“Tonight has been great, Sullivan. It’s just, when I think about adding Will into the equation, I get …”
“Scared?”
She shook her head. “Butterflies.”
“Butterflies are good, right?”
“I think so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I leaned in closer, captivated by her. Everything about her drew me in—from the swell of her full lips, to her uncertainty about this, and especially her willingness to try.
“He’s not here now. Put the butterflies away.”
“Okay.” She smiled.
I leaned in closer. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”
She wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and it was all the answer I needed. She wanted this, too. Wanted me.
My heart pumped faster with that secret knowledge.
Tilting her chin so that her lips met mine, I took her mouth. Gently at first, and then with a growing sense of hunger as her warm, wet tongue came out to meet mine.
She tasted incredible. Slightly sweet from the wine, and feminine and simply perfect.
Lola Leighton is the pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling romance author who wanted to write steamier stories that her mother is most definitely not allowed to read.
