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Mais uma resenha hoje, e essa \u00e9 de Respect, da Jay Crownover, com um trechinho de arrancar o cora\u00e7\u00e3o para voc\u00eas lerem! Para ler a sinopse, passe aqui<\/a>.<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n

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Now we have the review for Respect, by Jay Crownover, with a excerpt for you! You can read the blurb here<\/a>.<\/h3>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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Quem mais a\u00ed estava desde o lan\u00e7amento de Better When He is Bold esperando essa hist\u00f3ria? Foram 3 anos de espera, mas valeu a pena! Jay nos entrega a hist\u00f3ria que todos esper\u00e1vamos, com tudo que conhecemos do Point e muito mais!!<\/p>\n

Uma hist\u00f3ria de trai\u00e7\u00e3o, amor, descobrimento pr\u00f3prio e perd\u00e3o, ela tem um grande diferencial das hist\u00f3rias anteriores passadas no Point. Karsen n\u00e3o \u00e9 como nossas outras hero\u00ednas, ela \u00e9 \u00fanica, forte e determinada. At\u00e9 me atrevo a dizer que ele \u00e9 a mais forte de nossas her\u00f3inas e predestinada a grandes coisas.<\/p>\n

Booker, ah Booker… ou eu deveria come\u00e7ar a dizer Noah? Ele \u00e9 t\u00e3o mais do que eu esperava, um personagem profundo e t\u00e3o merecedor de tudo que conseguiu at\u00e9 aqui. Meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o d\u00f3i s\u00f3 de pensar em tudo que ele fez por Karsen. E \u00f3, posso dizer que queria estar no lugar dele quando acontece uma certa cena com um personagem loiro que n\u00f3s bem conhecemos.\u00a0 Me senti vingada!<\/p>\n

Eu sei que oficialmente esse \u00e9 o \u00faltimo livro do Point, mas ia adorar se a Jay escrevesse mais sobre esse lugar t\u00e3o fascinante e seus personagens nada perto de perfeitos.<\/td>\n

Who was waiting 3 years for this book like me? I’ve wanted to read this story since Better When He is Bold!! Jay delivered a perfect story about the Point, but it is so much more!<\/p>\n

A story about betrayal, love, self discovery and forgiveness, it is different from the previous stories on the Point. Karsen is different from the other heroines, she is unique, strong and determined. I think I can say she is stronger than most, and predestined to greatness.<\/p>\n

Booker, oh Booker… Or should I say Noah? He is so much more than I thought! He deserves everything he got and he made the ultimate sacrifice for Karsen. My heart hurts only thinking about everything he has been through. And on that note, I’d love to be on his shoes when he meets with a certain blond… I felt vindicated!<\/p>\n

I know that this one is supposed to be the last book in the Point, but I’d love if Jay can go back there some day to write more about this not any close to perfect place.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Excerpt<\/h2>\n

~Karsen~<\/span><\/p>\n

I was stuck to the spot, trapped by all the jagged, sharp pieces of my broken fantasies. I wanted to bolt, to run as far away as I could, but I couldn\u2019t move. I felt like the shards would rip me to shreds any direction I turned. Even when the naked woman continued making out with the man of my dreams right in front of me, I was stuck in the same spot. The noises they were making were loud and graphic and all-encompassing. I could hear them echoing in the empty places in my chest where my heart used to be. <\/span><\/p>\n

Finally, the other woman in the skintight leather skirt and black bra walked over to where I was locked in place. Her hand was light on my arm and she touched me like I was made of glass, even though I wanted to claw her eyes out. <\/span><\/p>\n

I blinked up at her numbly, letting her guide me around and tow me toward the open front door. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, sweetie. There are better guys out there for someone like you. Guys much nicer than the type of guy Booker is\u2026he\u2019s made for women like me. You are still too new, too pristine, honey, and all he\u2019ll do is ruin you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone said that. I was sick to death of everyone telling me that. I didn\u2019t want someone better for me. I wanted Booker. <\/span><\/p>\n

I finally gasped, pulling a burning breath into my starved lungs. \u201cToday\u2019s my birthday.\u201d The words came out on a shuddering sob. I have no idea where that came from, why I\u2019d share such an intimate detail with the woman who was next in line for Booker\u2019s dick. I\u2019d stop thinking rationally the second I heard the giggling through the door. <\/span><\/p>\n

She made a sympathetic noise and patted my arm. \u201cHappy birthday, honey. You deserve something special.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRoxy. Get back in here. We\u2019re moving to the bedroom.\u201d The other girl\u2019s voice was excited, and I felt her words settle in my stomach like a lead weight. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought he <\/span>was<\/span><\/i> special.\u201d The words were barely a whisper. <\/span><\/p>\n

The woman squeezed my arm and I was shocked when she leaned forward and touched her brightly painted lips to my cheek in a kiss that was more like a whisper. I should\u2019ve pushed her away, called her a whore, smacked her across the face\u2026something, anything. But all I could do was watch as her perfect, painted face blurred into a melted blog as tears obscured my vision. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe fact that you think that proves you\u2019re the special one. Get out of here and go live the kind of life that doesn\u2019t have guys like Booker and girls like me and Rowan in it.\u201d She backed up gently and firmly shut the door in my tear-streaked face. <\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know how long I stood outside the door crying and trying to pull myself together. It was long enough to hear laughing voices quiet and disappear as they made their way farther inside the apartment. Once the tears stopped, I used the hem of my t-shirt to wipe away my smeared eye makeup, rubbed away the traces of moisture on my cheeks, and marched back upstairs to Race\u2019s apartment. I wasn\u2019t even all the way through the door before I was telling Brysen I wanted to change colleges. I wanted to go out of state and get as far away from the Point\u2014and from Booker\u2014as possible. <\/span><\/p>\n

Today was supposed to change everything\u2026and it did. But not in the way anyone expected. Not in the way I\u2019d dreamed about for years. <\/span><\/p>\n

Right then and there I made the decision that once I left the Point, I had no plans to ever come back. The city simply wasn\u2019t big enough for me and Noah Booker and all the pieces of the heart he broke on my birthday. <\/span><\/p>\n

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