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Da autora BestSeller Kat Cantrell, uma s\u00e9rie de romances em uma cidade pequena com um toque de m\u00e1gica.<\/span><\/i> Havana Nixon tem outros planos para o esquisito ponto no mapa que ela nunca pode realmente chamar de lar. A cidade est\u00e1 caindo aos peda\u00e7os. Lutando. Solu\u00e7\u00e3o: convencer os moradores a vender. Exceto ela n\u00e3o contava com o enfuriante (e lindo, n\u00e3o que ela ir\u00e1 dizer isso pra ele) obst\u00e1culo que cai no meio de sua negocia\u00e7\u00e3o e age como que se as barreiras que ela cuidadosamente ergueu contra o mundo n\u00e3o existem. Gra\u00e7as a Deus ela chegou armada com um noivo, n\u00e3o importa que isso tudo \u00e9 uma farsa criada para manter uma de sua tia famosas predile\u00e7\u00f5es de se tornar verdadeira.\u00a0<\/span> From USA Today best seller Kat Cantrell, comes a small-town romance series with a touch of magic.<\/span><\/i> A Lot Like Home \u00e9 um romance contempor\u00e2neo, onde a autora o descreve como “clean romance”, ou seja, nada de cenas quentes entre os len\u00e7\u00f3is.<\/p>\n Caleb e Havana formam um casal cr\u00edvel, com seus altos e baixos em suas vidas particulares e fa\u00edscas rolando soltas quando eles cedem \u00e0 tenta\u00e7\u00e3o de estarem juntos. Tenho que admitir que em muitos momentos eu quis sacudir a Havana at\u00e9 ela pegar no tranco e enxergar tudo que acontecia a sua volta e tudo que ela estava colocando a perder, mas em momento nenhum deixei de torcer pelo casal.<\/p>\n Caleb \u00e9 nosso j\u00e1 famoso her\u00f3i com cicatrizes de guerra, mas o personagem \u00e9 desenvolvido de uma forma sutil e podemos entender todos seus problemas e torcer para que ele consiga transformar sua vida e junto com isso a vida de toda uma cidade.<\/p>\n Superstition Springs \u00e9 um ponto quase invis\u00edvel do mapa, mas uma cidade que voc\u00ea se apega desde a primeira descri\u00e7\u00e3o, com seus moradores cheios de charmes e manias, al\u00e9m de uma m\u00e1gica no ar que faz voc\u00ea torcer por tudo e por todos.<\/p>\n Esse foi meu primeiro livro da Kat Cantrell, mas com certeza n\u00e3o ser\u00e1 o \u00faltimo!! Sua escrita e seus personagens me cativaram e eu mal posso esperar pelos pr\u00f3ximos livros dessa cidade em constru\u00e7\u00e3o onde eu sou a mais nova torcedora pra que tudo funcione!<\/span><\/p>\n The gaze of the other half of Team Doritos hadn\u2019t strayed from her face once, and being the sole focus of a man she\u2019d had such a bone-deep response to was starting to make her a little breathless. Better to let that cat out of the bag pronto before it turned into something much bigger than it was.<\/span><\/p>\n With a bright smile, she offered her hand to him. \u201cWe\u2019ve already met. All except for the exchange of names, that is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve already met?\u201d Serenity\u2019s gaze cut between them. \u201cWhat on earth\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cLong story,\u201d he said smoothly, his voice as ragged and fascinating as it had been back at Mavis J\u2019s. \u201cI\u2019m Caleb Hardy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n When he clasped her hand, the buzz that she\u2019d convinced herself had been imaginary arced between them, nearly frying all her circuits as well as it had the first time.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cCaleb,\u201d she croaked and snatched her hand to her side in hopes of jump-starting her brain back to some functional level, which did not work apparently.<\/span><\/p>\n By the time she could speak again, the other three men had introduced themselves, and the best she had to show for it was the impression that the one with a full beard had the same last name as Caleb, so they were brothers or cousins, or it was a raging coincidence that she knew nothing about because a man had touched her.<\/span><\/p>\n Ridiculous.<\/span><\/p>\n Time to get control of this crazy train. She cleared her throat. \u201cNice to meet you all. If I might steal you away, Aunt Serenity? I have something I need to discuss\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cActually,\u201d Caleb drawled, forcing her attention back to his face, where a day-old shadow of whiskers had darkened his jaw to the point of distraction. \u201cYou and I need to have a conversation first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe, um\u2026 what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cClear out, Elmer,\u201d he instructed the dark-haired one next to him, who moved instantly, allowing Caleb to slide from the booth.<\/span><\/p>\n Before she could peep out question one, he hustled her away from the table with a gentle grip on her elbow. No one at the table stopped him. Or said a word. Including her aunt, which was typical. She\u2019d always let Havana take care of herself along with everyone else.<\/span><\/p>\n Too shocked to protest, she let him lead her a good four steps before she remembered her voice did actually work. \u201cWhat are you doing? I need to talk to Serenity, not you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, I disagree,\u201d he countered, and somehow he\u2019d gotten her feet to move again. \u201cBest we do this outside.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Outside? Where there were no witnesses? The man was former military, which explained why his arms were the size of a tree branch but not what he could possibly have to say to her privately.<\/span><\/p>\n Unless he\u2019d mistaken pig wrangling as an expression of interest. Maybe that was considered courtship where he came from. Privacy meant loads of opportunity to flirt with a woman he\u2019d decided to pursue. That stymied her so much she forgot to argue. Where was Damian when she needed him?<\/span><\/p>\n Back at the hotel, of course, because she\u2019d stupidly told him she didn\u2019t need him while she tried some different persuasion techniques with Serenity\u2014she <\/span>had<\/span><\/i> to figure out why she wasn\u2019t selling this deal, and having a discussion with the other half of Team Doritos wasn\u2019t going to get her closer to that.<\/span><\/p>\n Fine. Caleb Hardy wanted to talk\u2014so did she. So she could tell him that strong-arm tactics didn\u2019t work on her. Once on the street, she jammed her hands down on her hips and whirled to face him. Holy cow, he was much closer than she\u2019d realized and smelled like man and something clean, bright.<\/span><\/p>\n His eyes were brown. The dim light at Mavis J\u2019s hadn\u2019t revealed that, but out here in the sun, it was hard to miss the unusual almond color. Fascinated, she fell into them for a brief moment of insanity, recalling how he\u2019d looked at her after helping her off the floor\u2014as if she was special simply because she\u2019d helped him chase a pig.<\/span><\/p>\n She liked helping, the rush of knowing she\u2019s made someone\u2019s life better. She liked it when people recognized her efforts even more. And he had. For a shining moment they\u2019d had perfect cohesion. They could again; it was all right there in his eyes\u2026 She shuddered at the cocoon of awareness that had just formed between them and willed it away. Who cared what color the man\u2019s eyes were?<\/span><\/p>\n She took a step back. But he followed her, not letting her get more than an inch or two away.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop that,\u201d she instructed throatily, mortified that he\u2019d managed to affect her voice. \u201cYou\u2019re crowding me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop moving away,\u201d he countered, his voice low.<\/span><\/p>\n
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\n<\/span>Bem vindos a Superstition Springs, cidade em constru\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/b><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>Ap\u00f3s ser chutado da Marinha, ex-SEAL Caleb Hardy precisa de uma nova miss\u00e3o, e recosntruir a antiga cidade de minera\u00e7\u00e3o em uma atra\u00e7\u00e3o tur\u00edstica \u00e9 isso. Se ele faz isso certo, Superstition Springs se tornar\u00e1 um novo lar para seus bando de desolados amigos… e talvez um lugar para expiar o terr\u00edvel erro que eles fizeram em sua carreira.<\/p>\n
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\n<\/span>Mas num lugar m\u00edstico como Superstition Springs, nada acontece como o esperado, n\u00e3o menos a disputa entre duas pessoas com planos opostos, que d\u00e1 choques toda vez que eles entram em contato. Se eles puderem s\u00f3 se desdobrarem o suficiente para um compromisso, talvez eles vejam que queiram a mesma coisa – eternidade.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>But in a mystical place like Superstition Springs, nothing ever goes as expected, least of all a head-to-head between two people with opposing plans, who spark every time they get in each other’s way. If they could just unbend long enough to compromise, they might figure out they both want the same thing–forever.<\/span><\/p>\nSynopsis<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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\n<\/span>Welcome to Superstition Springs, town in progress.<\/b>
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\n<\/span>After being kicked out of the Navy, ex-SEAL Caleb Hardy needs a new mission, and rebuilding an old Texas mining town into a tourist attraction is it. If he does it right, Superstition Springs will become a new home for his band of world-weary teammates… and maybe a place to atone for the horrific mistake they’d made in the line of duty.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>Havana Nixon has other plans for the quirky dot on the map she never could quite call home. The town is falling apart. Struggling. Solution: convince the folks to sell out. Except she didn’t count on the infuriating (and gorgeous, not that she’d ever tell him that) obstacle who plunks down in the middle of her land deal and acts like the careful barriers she’s erected against the world don’t exist. Thank goodness she’s arrived armed with a fianc\u00e9 in tow, never mind that it’s all a sham designed to keep one of her aunt’s famous love predictions from coming true.<\/span>
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\n<\/span>But in a mystical place like Superstition Springs, nothing ever goes as expected, least of all a head-to-head between two people with opposing plans, who spark every time they get in each other’s way. If they could just unbend long enough to compromise, they might figure out they both want the same thing–forever.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/resenha_alotlikehome.jpg\")
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