{"id":811,"date":"2019-02-22T17:22:59","date_gmt":"2019-02-22T20:22:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=811"},"modified":"2019-02-22T17:34:46","modified_gmt":"2019-02-22T20:34:46","slug":"resenha-overture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/resenha-overture\/","title":{"rendered":"Resenha – Overture"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The world knows Samantha Brooks as the violin prodigy. She guards her secret truth\u2014the desire she harbors for her guardian.<\/span><\/p>\n

Liam North got custody of her six years ago. She\u2019s all grown up now, but he still treats her like a child. No matter how much he wants her.<\/span><\/p>\n

No matter how bad he aches for one taste.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her sweet overtures break down the ex-soldier\u2019s defenses, but there\u2019s more at stake than her body. Every touch, every kiss, every night. The closer she gets, the more exposed his darkest secret.<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019s one step away from finding out what happened the night she lost her family. One step away from leaving him forever.<\/span><\/p>\n

OVERTURE is the first novel in a brand new series from <\/span>New York Times<\/span><\/i> bestselling author Skye Warren.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Uma orf\u00e3, um homem misterioso que vira seu guardi\u00e3o, uma crian\u00e7a prod\u00edgio, um homem danificado. Um mist\u00e9rio para se resolver. Samantha vai fazer 18 anos e toda sua vida vai mudar. Ela vai sair em turn\u00ea e deixar para tr\u00e1s o homem que cuidou dela pelos \u00faltimos 6 anos. Ser\u00e1 que eles est\u00e3o prontos para isso? Em uma hist\u00f3ria angustiante e cheia de sentimentos n\u00e3o resolvidos, n\u00f3s acompanhamos como Liam e Samantha est\u00e3o lidando com todas essas mudan\u00e7as. Com grandes amigos, irm\u00e3os intrometidos, e uma grande dose de perigo, no final de tudo Overture \u00e9 um livro sobre escolhas, sejam elas boas ou m\u00e1s. J\u00e1 posso ter o segundo livro?<\/td>\nA orphan, a mysterious man that becomes her guardian, a child prodigy, a damaged man. A mystery to solve. Samantha is turning 18 soon and her life is about to change. A gifted violinist, she is about to go on tour and leave behind the man that cared for her for the last 6 years. Is she ready for it? Is he? In an story full of angst and unresolved feelings, we follow Liam and Samantha on path that will changes their lives. With great friends (even if they put you in the hot seat), brothers, and a whole lot of dangerous things, in the end, Overture is a story about choices. I can’t wait to read about more of it in the next book!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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The memory of our last talk heats the air between us\u2014about condoms and sex. And the way he walked in on me when I moaned his name. God. I\u2019m not sure I can stand another talk like that. \u201cI\u2019m not naive, Liam. I know you took me in because I didn\u2019t have anywhere else to go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A muscle in his jaw ticks. \u201cThat wasn\u2019t exactly the reason. And even though I didn\u2019t know you before I took custody, I\u2019ve grown to care about you over the years. If I didn\u2019t state it clearly enough, then the fault lies with me. I wasn\u2019t raised to show\u2026 affection.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I stare at him, incredulous. Affection? It\u2019s a cold comfort to a girl who\u2019s always wanted the surety of forever. And the word might as well be alien to a man like him. \u201cI\u2019m going to tour the country. The world. I\u2019m leaving, Liam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He looks away. \u201cChrist.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Unease moves through me. \u201cDid you really think I wouldn\u2019t come back?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know why you would want to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I care about you.\u201d Liam is six feet of pure muscle and hard will. There\u2019s no way someone like me could go up against him and win. Except that when I take a step closer, he tenses. Another step and he goes still as stone. It gives me a sense of power, enough that I take the final step. \u201cI care about you even though you\u2019re controlling.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s only an inch between the ruffle of my blouse and the flat of his abs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I\u2019m going to apologize for keeping you safe?\u201d he mutters. \u201cYou think I give a damn that you\u2019re mad at me as long as you\u2019re in one piece? That\u2019s the only thing that matters.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you think of me like a daughter?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo?\u201d I whisper.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I walked in on you\u2026\u201d His voice is hoarse. \u201cI didn\u2019t think of you like a daughter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I should probably be horrified that he would think about me in any way other than family, except I\u2019m the one who started it. I take a step closer, and there\u2019s nowhere for him to go. He\u2019s already backed up against the wall. This big, strong man who could probably make a whole army quake\u2014or at least a battalion. And he\u2019s cornered by me.<\/span><\/p>\n

This close I can see the green of his eyes, so dark they\u2019re almost emerald, flecked with gold. A scar bisects one dark eyebrow, probably a scar from something terrifying and deadly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you think of me?\u201d I\u2019m afraid to know the answer, but I\u2019m even more terrified of never knowing. Of being a nameless, faceless body in that writhing crowd, hooking up with a stranger when the man I really want is standing right in front of me, inches away, his breath a feather-touch on my forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

A small shake of his head. \u201cIt\u2019s not right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not sure what right and wrong mean when it comes to us, but I know what it means for music. Someone can play a piece with perfect timing and notation. They can hit every single note, but it still won\u2019t have passion. That part comes from inside. \u201cThen be wrong with me. Don\u2019t make me do it alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I push up on my toes, pressing my lips against his in a blind, artless kiss. I\u2019m off center of his mouth, kissing the corner. He stands still as a statue, letting me wobble on my heels, letting me fall against him, only my broken kiss to balance me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Grief beats against my ribs. He\u2019s going to make me do it alone. Of course he is. I\u2019m always alone. A small sound escapes me. Loneliness. Pain. It vibrates against his mouth, sound made real.<\/span><\/p>\n

He jolts as if I\u2019ve shocked him. Something unspools inside him. I feel it in the inch of air between us. And then I feel it in my lips. He takes over the kiss with shocking possession, his hand behind my head, his body turning us so I\u2019m against the wall. He looms in front of me, blocking out the view. There are no vinyl records on the wall, no bass thrumming through concrete and steel. There\u2019s only him, only <\/span>this.<\/span><\/i>How is it possible that only a few minutes ago I felt powerful? I didn\u2019t know what this would be. I couldn\u2019t know the way I\u2019d revel in surrender.<\/span><\/p>\n

His tongue touches the seam of my lips, a pure electric sensation that makes me jump. I part my lips in surprise, pulling in the scent of him\u2014man and earth, salt and sea. He tastes elemental. His tongue swipes the tender inside of my bottom lip. It\u2019s more sensitive there than I could have imagined. I feel the slickness of the caress all the way in my core. My thighs clench together.<\/span><\/p>\n

So careful. So wary. I touch my tongue against his. He\u2019s the one who groans.<\/span><\/p>\n

His hand fists in my hair, creating a delicious little ache. \u201cDo you know what you\u2019re doing to me?\u201d he breathes, and I try to shake my head; it only makes him pull harder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLiam\u2026 I need\u2026\u201d It\u2019s like the bedroom when he walked in on me, my hips rocking, mindless, hungry. Worse than that. My whole body is moving restlessly against him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He tears himself away with a hard sound. Only an inch away. A rough tremor runs through him. It\u2019s a small comfort, knowing that I\u2019ve moved this man. Knowing how much control he has, knowing it\u2019s eroded. But only a small comfort. He still leaves me panting against the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m supposed to protect you,\u201d he says, his voice taut with guilt.<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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