{"id":308,"date":"2018-08-07T14:56:38","date_gmt":"2018-08-07T17:56:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=308"},"modified":"2018-08-07T14:56:38","modified_gmt":"2018-08-07T17:56:38","slug":"lancamento-respect","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/lancamento-respect\/","title":{"rendered":"Lan\u00e7amento – Respect"},"content":{"rendered":"

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O mais novo t\u00edtulo da s\u00e9rie\u00a0The Breaking Point<\/em>, Respect, foi lan\u00e7ado hoje! Abaixo voc\u00ea confere a sinopse e um trecho do livro. Em breve teremos nossa resenha!<\/h2>\n<\/td>\n

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From New York Times <\/em>and USA Today<\/em> bestselling author, Jay Crownover, comes the next title in her The Breaking Point<\/em> romantic suspense series, RESPECT. Don\u2019t miss the amazing excerpt below, and order your copy today!<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Era uma vez, um reino corrupto que tinha uma linda princesa que o chamava de lar doce lar.<\/p>\n

Protegida de tudo de pior que o mundo tinha para oferecer, ela se apaixonou pela cidade em ru\u00ednas que queimava e ardia em torno dela. Cada canto sujo, cada sombra assustadora, encontrou um lugar dentro de seu cora\u00e7\u00e3o. O mesmo aconteceu com um homem violento e perigoso, como as ruas que ela reivindicou como suas.<\/p>\n

Ele era todo neg\u00f3cio e brutalidade, exceto quando se tratava dela. Com ela, ele era calmo, carinhoso e dolorosamente paciente.<\/p>\n

Ele a advertiu repetidamente que n\u00e3o era o homem para ela, mas ela se recusou a ouvir. Ela nunca esperou que as ruas ou seu agente a machucassem, desde que ela dera seu cora\u00e7\u00e3o t\u00e3o completamente a ambos.<\/p>\n

Deveria saber que as ruas de Point sempre seriam selvagens, assim como o homem comprometido em manter o controle dos chef\u00f5es e criminosos sangrentos dessas ruas.<\/p>\n

Cegada por uma trai\u00e7\u00e3o que a machucou t\u00e3o profundamente que tinha certeza que n\u00e3o se curaria, a princesa fugiu do lar que amava e do homem que partiu seu cora\u00e7\u00e3o. Jogando fora sua coro enferrujada e torcida para ajud\u00e1-la a esquecer. Tudo o que fazia era ansiar tudo o que tinha deixado para tr\u00e1s. Ela disse a si mesma que jamais voltaria, mas nesse reino atormentado a fam\u00edlia \u00e9 tudo. Eventualmente, ela n\u00e3o tem escolha a n\u00e3o ser voltar.<\/p>\n

Enquanto esteve fora, as pessoas que a amavam trabalharam duramente para tornar a cidade segura, e o homem que a destruiu afundou-se ainda mais na escurid\u00e3o. Voltar n\u00e3o deveria parecer como estar se rendendo\u2026 mas acontece. Como essa linda princesa est\u00e1 no escuro, o passado a ataca com uma vingan\u00e7a. Mas \u00e9 bom lembrar que o amor de um bichinho de estima\u00e7\u00e3o selvagem quando cresce, pode se transformar em algo com dentes afiados e uma mordida infernal.<\/p>\n

Ela nunca pediu as chaves do reino. Ela preferiu sair e construir o seu.<\/p>\n

* Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o da Sinopse pelo blog Notas Liter\u00e1rias<\/a><\/td>\n

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who called a corrupt kingdom home sweet home.<\/p>\n

Protected and sheltered from the worst the world had to offer, she fell in love with the crumbling city that burned and blazed around her. Every dirty corner, every scary shadow, found a place within her heart. So did a man who was violent and dangerous, just like the streets she claimed as her own.<\/p>\n

He was all business and brutality, except when it came to her. With her, he was calm, caring, and heartbreakingly patient.<\/p>\n

He warned her over and over that he wasn’t the man for her, but she refused to listen. She never expected either the streets or their enforcer to hurt her, since she’d given her heart so completely to both.<\/p>\n

She should have known the streets in the Point were always going to be savage, and so was the man committed to keeping control of them in the hands of criminals and bloody kingpins.<\/p>\n

Blindsided by a betrayal which cut so deeply she was sure the wounds would never heal, the princess fled the home she loved and the man who broke her heart. Throwing away her rusted, twisted crown was supposed to help her forget. All it did was make her long for everything she left behind. She told herself she would never go back, but in this tormented kingdom, family is everything. Eventually, she has no choice but to return.<\/p>\n

While she was gone, the people who loved her worked hard to make the city safe, and the man who destroyed her sank deeper into the darkness. Going back shouldn’t feel like surrender… but it does. As this pretty princess hovers on the edge of the unknown, the past attacks with a vengeance. It’s a good reminder that puppy love eventually grows up and turns into something with sharp teeth and one hell of a bite.<\/p>\n

She never asked for the keys to the kingdom. She’d much rather go out and build her own.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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~Karsen~<\/p>\n

I had no plans to leave the Point. It was ugly, mean, hard, and unforgiving, but these streets were home and I couldn\u2019t imagine being happy anywhere else. This place had long since made my hands and the edges of my soul dirty. It was something I would be hard-pressed to hide should I go anywhere else. I\u2019d have to spend my days trying to camouflage the filth I was so familiar with. Here, no one looked twice at the pretty teenager with shadows in her eyes and blood on her hands. I was one of many.<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t interested in leaving behind my sister or her fianc\u00e9, Race. We were an odd, dysfunctional family, but we made it work.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want to be too far away from my mother, who was living in a group home as she slowly, painfully tried to recover from her alcoholism and PTSD from an accident she caused that ended up taking the life of a young mother and her child.<\/p>\n

But more than anything, I absolutely didn\u2019t want to leave him<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t imagine a day going by without catching a glimpse of Noah Booker. I mean, he was impossible to miss. Six-and-a-half-feet tall, body built like a professional athlete, dark and brooding with the prettiest gunmetal-gray eyes, he was the entirety of every one of my teenage fantasies. I barely noticed the jagged scar dividing one side of his face. White and raised, it cut one of his black eyebrows in half, slashed over a high cheekbone, and ended somewhere under the chiseled edge of his hard jaw. He never talked about it, but Race, Booker\u2019s boss, let it slip that Booker got the scar when he was locked up. Or maybe it wasn\u2019t as much of a slip-up as a thinly veiled warning. Race never kept it much of a secret that my infatuation with his massive, dangerous, ex-con enforcer made him extremely uncomfortable. He\u2019d warned me over and over again that Booker wasn\u2019t for me. And he\u2019d made it clear to the man who broke knees and smashed heads for a living that he was to stay as far away from me as possible.<\/p>\n

They called it puppy love. It wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

To me, it was a vicious kind of love, filled with teeth and claws that I could feel digging at my insides every single time someone patted me on the head and told me how young I was, how much life I had yet to live. This love was rabid, and I was tired of having it on a leash. I wanted to let it free, wanted to let it sink its razor-sharp fangs into the man who had awoken the primal need inside of me. It was only fair he felt the same kind of crushing bite and painful pressure around his heart that I did every single day.<\/p>\n

I was solely focused on getting to Booker. It barely registered I was done with high school and had new doors opening all around me. I couldn\u2019t care less about getting my hands on my diploma. A piece of paper with Karsen Carter written on it in pretty calligraphy meant exactly nothing to me. The only thing I was focused on was the fact I was finally old enough to make my own choices. And I\u2019d always picked Booker. Over and over again he was my number one priority.<\/p>\n

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