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A resenha de hoje \u00e9 de um dos melhores livros que eu li esse ano. Ao mesmo tempo que eu amo livros angustiantes, eu fujo deles. As vezes eu acho que meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o n\u00e3o vai aguentar, passo dias sonhando com o livro, e por isso em muitas \u00e9pocas eu evito ler livros assim. Mas dessa vez eu n\u00e3o posso nem expressar o qu\u00e3o feliz eu estou de ter dado uma chance \u00e0 esse livro. E pensar que s\u00f3 metade da hist\u00f3ria foi contada e precisamos esperar at\u00e9 julho para a segunda parte! Leia abaixo minha resenha, sinopse do livro e um trecho para voc\u00ea tamb\u00e9m se apaixonar!!<\/p>\n
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Resenha<\/strong> Review<\/strong> <\/p>\n Sinopse<\/strong><\/p>\n Escondido na base da Rocky Mountais, vivia um menino com somente um sonho: deixar essa casa quebrada e virar algu\u00e9m.<\/p>\n Ser o her\u00f3i de algu\u00e9m.<\/p>\n Esse menino era eu \u2013 Colby Brooks. S\u00f3 que eu n\u00e3o sou mais aquele menino.<\/p>\n Meus sonhos podem ser os mesmos, mas minha realidade n\u00e3o.<\/p>\n Sou mais inteligente. Mais forte. Um homem.<\/p>\n E aprendi tempos atr\u00e1s, que a \u00fanica maneira de obter meus sonhos era evitar distra\u00e7\u00f5es \u2013 a qualquer custo.<\/p>\n Foco. Resolu\u00e7\u00e3o. Determina\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n Mas foi somente uma noite. Uma noite e toda minha vida\u2026 mudou.<\/p>\n Uma noite em que eu colidi de cabe\u00e7a com a maior distra\u00e7\u00e3o da minha vida. Rory Oaks.<\/p>\n Inteligente. Charmosa. Bela.<\/p>\n Rory mudou tudo.<\/p>\n Rapidamente, minha mente come\u00e7ou a mudar.<\/p>\n Cada beijo fazia desaparecer d\u00e9cadas de sonhos.<\/p>\n E com um \u00fanico incidente, eu voei fora de prumo.<\/p>\n Be somebody\u2019s hero.<\/p>\n That boy was me\u2014Colby Brooks. Except I\u2019m not that same little boy anymore.<\/p>\n My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n I\u2019m smarter. Stronger. A man.<\/p>\n And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions\u2014at any cost.<\/p>\n Focus. Resolve. Determination.<\/p>\n But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life\u2026changed.<\/p>\n One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks.<\/p>\n Smart. Charming. Beautiful.<\/p>\n Rory changed everything.<\/p>\n Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend.<\/p>\n Each kiss faded decade-long dreams.<\/p>\n And with one single incident, I fly off course.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Head turned down, pushing the sleeves of his white Henley up his arms, he swaggers toward me. His jeans hang low on his hips, held up by the same brown belt he wore the other night. His narrow waist directs my eyes to the center of his jeans, and I can\u2019t help wonder what might be behind the crotch of his pants.<\/p>\n And then there is his chest. Barrel like, broad and prominent. His thick biceps showcase his strength, and the fabric of his shirt stretches over his shoulders and forearms. Having spent a lot of time at the gym, I\u2019ve seen every body type, but Colby\u2019s is different. He\u2019s strong, built, but not like a body builder. His body seems to suggest the only kind of weight he\u2019s been lifting is his own body, pushup after pushup. I can\u2019t imagine there being barbells in his workouts, but I can imagine logs, cadets, and heavy machinery. He has working muscles, the kind you earn from hard, dedicated work on the field. In a word? Impressive.<\/em><\/p>\n Walking up to Stryder, he grips his friend\u2019s shoulder and says something into his ear. A smirk crosses Stryder\u2019s face before he moves over to our side of the bowling alley and takes Colby\u2019s place.<\/p>\n Is he leaving? Already?<\/p>\n Might as well at this point. It\u2019s not like he\u2019s going to talk to me, not after my pathetic attempt at a bet. I should have known I was going to hang out in the gutter all night. It\u2019s where I usually am when I\u2019m bowling. I blame the ball. The thing has a vendetta against me.<\/p>\n Sighing, I prop my chin in my hand and watch Stryder expertly toss his ball down the lane, getting a strike . . . once again. And just like every other strike, he pumps his arm up in the air and celebrates. We get it, you\u2019re good, no need to\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n That voice . . .<\/p>\n Stunned, eyes wide, not able to move, not wanting to scare him away, I keep my eyes trained forward, soaking in that beautifully deep voice of his for a brief moment before saying, \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan I sit here?\u201d<\/p>\n Still keeping my eyes trained forward, I say, \u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n My body tingles with awareness of how close he is to me, that fresh laundry scent invading my senses, prickling the little hairs on my arm. My body leans toward his, wanting a little more, searching for anything else he might give me. I don\u2019t know why he\u2019s choosing to engage me in conversation, but I\u2019m sure as hell not moving while he does.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cSorry about tonight,\u201d he says and he actually sounds sincere.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy are you sorry?\u201d I mumble.<\/p>\n Reaching around, he takes my cheek in his hand. The callouses on his palm rubbing against my skin is a welcome sensation. As I\u2019m turned toward him, I steady my breathing. I\u2019m having a hard time slowing my heart rate because of his close proximity, and the unexpected touch shooting a wave of heat through my veins.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry you didn\u2019t get to ask me any questions. I didn\u2019t think you were going to suck that bad.\u201d A playful smile tugs at his lips, and my heart sinks to the floor. Oh God, he\u2019s so gorgeous, especially when he smiles.<\/p>\n Matching his smirk, I say, \u201cI didn\u2019t think I was going to suck that bad either.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI feel bad.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou should.\u201d That garners a laugh, deep and throaty, the sound cloaking me like a shield, protecting me from the outside world, bringing me into a little bubble where we are the only two that exist.<\/p>\n \u201cAsk me a question.\u201d<\/p>\n Shocked, I swallow hard and say, \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n He nods and holds up his fingers. \u201cYou get three.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, three? Wow, I feel like you just gave me the key to your soul.\u201d<\/p>\n Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his stance on the barstool and leans back, giving us some space, our knees still knocking into each other. \u201cEasy killer; it\u2019s just three questions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, three questions I didn\u2019t have before.\u201d Tapping my chin, I try to think of good questions, but now that I have him willing and waiting, nothing comes to mind. I wasn\u2019t prepared for this, he caught me off-guard, and now I feel I can\u2019t be strategic about my probing. \u201cHmm . . . what do you like to do on the weekends?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJump,\u201d he answers.<\/p>\n Searching his eyes, lips quirked, I say, \u201cUh, you\u2019re going to have to be more specific than that. What kind of jumping are we talking here? Like jump roping? Because that seems kind of weird to do on the weekends, and if you tell me you\u2019re in some kind of jump-roping club at the academy, I\u2019m not going to believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n His lips curve up as he scratches the side of his jaw. \u201cJump out of airplanes.\u201d<\/p>\n Oh.<\/p>\n Oh. <\/em><\/p>\n That\u2019s . . .<\/p>\n Uh, that\u2019s really hot.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you just casually jump out of airplanes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m part of the Wings of Blue, the academy\u2019s parachute team. We jump every day, at least two to three times a day after class and before dinner, depending on wind and ceiling limits. On the weekends, some of the guys, including Stryder and me, go to Springs East Airport and do civilian jumps. The more jumps we get in, the higher the chance we\u2019ll be considered for big demonstrations, like parachuting into football games and major sporting events for the Rockies and Broncos.\u201d Ummmm. Did anyone else just hear how many words he gifted me? <\/em>And seriously? Does the man have no clue how incredibly sexy he is when he talks about something he loves? The expression on his face . . .<\/p>\n \u201cWow, that\u2019s . . . that\u2019s really hot.\u201d I chuckle. \u201cSorry, I don\u2019t mean to fangirl over your parachuting, but I guess I wasn\u2019t expecting that answer. You just jump out of planes?\u201d<\/p>\n He slowly nods. \u201cEvery day.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnything to get you up in the clouds, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d he answers shyly, rubbing his jaw. \u201cOkay, next question.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n THE DOWNSIDE OF LOVE \u2013 July 5th<\/sup><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if \u201cIt\u2019s Raining Men\u201d starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.<\/p>\n Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing\u2026 enter her first novel, Caught Looking.<\/p>\n Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!<\/p>\n Facebook<\/a> | Follow on Goodreads<\/a> | Website<\/a> | Amazon Author Page<\/a> | Instagram<\/a> | Follow on BookBub<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n A resenha de hoje \u00e9 de um dos melhores livros que eu li esse ano. Ao mesmo tempo que eu amo livros angustiantes, eu fujo deles. As vezes eu acho que meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o n\u00e3o vai aguentar, passo dias sonhando com o livro, e por isso em muitas \u00e9pocas eu evito ler livros assim. 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\nUau!! Sem palavras. Essa foi a minha primeira rea\u00e7\u00e3o ao terminar esse livro. Tenho que admitir, que nos \u00faltimos cap\u00edtulos eu parei a leitura por uma semana. Eu sabia o que estava por vir (ou achava que sabia) e n\u00e3o estava preparada por toda a ang\u00fastia que eu iria passar. Bobinha! Nem no meu mais cruel sonho eu poderia esperar para ter o meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o t\u00e3o despeda\u00e7ado. Desde o in\u00edcio do livro eu desenvolvi uma rela\u00e7\u00e3o de amor e \u00f3dio com o Colby e a Rory. Ao mesmo tempo que eu podia entender a maioria de suas a\u00e7\u00f5es, eu queria chacoalh\u00e1-los e faz\u00ea-los mudar de ideia. Se voc\u00ea gosta de leituras angustiantes, cenas reais e personagens apaixonantes, esse livro \u00e9 para voc\u00ea. Mas esteja preparado, pois essa \u00e9 s\u00f3 a primeira parte do dueto, ent\u00e3o voc\u00ea ter\u00e1 que roer as unhas at\u00e9 o lan\u00e7amento do pr\u00f3ximo livro.<\/p>\n
\nWow. I think I’m speechless. I have just finished reading this book and my heart and my brain are a mess. Caused by this book. I have to admit that for the last months I have shied away from angsty reads because my poor heart couldn’t take it, but I couldn’t resist this one, and it was a really good choice of angsty read. I can’t say much without giving spoilers, but I have to say that I loved and hated Colby and Rory on the same levels. They made me swoon with them, fall love with them and want to throttle them. If you like great heroes, military romance, swoony couples and lots of angst, this book is for you. As it is part one of a duet, the story will only finish on book two.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.inkslingerpr.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/MQTheUpsideofFallingBookCover55x85_MEDIUM-193x300.jpg\")
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