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After Math di Denise Grover Swank arriva in Italia: scegli tu il titolo!

Rompo il mio silenzio per una novità che non può riempirmi di gioia. Da un po’ di settimane mantengo il segreto assoluto su questa bomba e oggi, in ritardo rispetto alle mie colleghe più puntuali, anche ChiaraLeggeTroppo si attiva per annunciare l’arrivo in Italia di uno dei libri che ho più apprezzato nel 2014: After Math, di Denise Gover Swank. Si tratta del primo volume della serie “Off the Subject” e potete solamente immaginare la mia gioia nel sapere che il 1 luglio verrà finalmente pubblicato anche da noi.

Il mondo di Scarlett Goodwin è diviso tra prima e dopo.
Prima che accettasse di aiutare Tucker Price, Scarlett era introversa, alle prese con l’ansia e determinata a non finire a vivere in una roulotte come la madre e la sorella più piccola. È iscritta a matematica, frequenta le lezioni, aiuta gli studenti in algebra e, quando non è all’università, rimane nascosta nell’appartamento che divide con la sua amica Caroline.
Dopo l’entrata in scena di Tucker Price, star della squadra di calcio della Southern University, la vita accuratamente pianificata di Scarlett esce dai binari. Tucker non passa un esame obbligatorio di algebra e, siccome corre il rischio di essere espulso dall’università, il rettore chiede a Scarlett di dargli lezioni private in cambio di un costoso programma informatico per il dipartimento di matematica. La reputazione di festaiolo e playboy di Tucker la porta però a diffidare di qualsiasi contatto, figurarsi passare diverse ore alla settimana gomito a gomito.
Eppure, fin dal primo incontro capisce che Tucker non è la persona che vedono gli altri. Porta con sé un sacco di segreti che secondo lei sono la chiave del suo comportamento autodistruttivo. Ma quanto più Scarlett scava a fondo nella sua storia, tanto più rimane risucchiata nel suo caos. Riuscirà a trovare la felicità che sta cercando o rimarrà intrappolata nel vortice di Tucker?

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  • L’amore tra i numeri
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  • Logicamente amore


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Book Blitz: “Days like this”, Danielle Ellison.

Titolo: Days Like This
Autore: Danielle Ellison
Data di pubblicazione: 2 giugno 2015
Editore: Bookish Group Press

Sometimes the only thing standing between fear and hope is yourself.
Almost a year ago, nineteen-year-old Cassie Harlen had a lot to deal with. A stack of college acceptance letters waiting for answers, a proposal from the boy next door, and a mother whose most recent bipolar episode left Cassie hurt and confused. Tired of cleaning up the messes caused by her mother’s disorder, of resenting her mother for not being there, and scared of being trapped by an inevitable future—which included marrying Graham Tucker—Cassie did the only thing she could think of to keep from ending up like her mother: she left.
Graham never knew why Cassie walked away. He woke up one morning and she was gone—along with the life that he’d created around her. After eleven months, Graham has a new plan for his future. One that doesn’t involve Cassie Harlen.
When Cassie’s mom nearly burns down her house, Cassie’s forced to return home. Back to a mother she’s tried to ignore and the guy she’s been unable to forget. Graham doesn’t know how he’s going to spend the whole summer living next door to the person who broke his heart without letting those old feelings push through to the surface. Neither does Cassie.

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I knew Cass was coming. Hell, I was the one who called her, but until she was standing there refusing to make eye contact—it was hard to believe it was true. We’d barely said two words to each other since we left her house. I didn’t really know what to say to her. Well, I knew what to say to her, but I also knew I couldn’t. It wasn’t the time, and I wasn’t an ass. She made herself pretty clear last time I saw her. God, I wished she’d didn’t look so damn good. If she looked bad all this would be easier.

And maybe I wouldn’t want to kiss her so much.
God, I wanted to kiss her.
I had to shake that off. I had a girlfriend, and Cassie was here, but it didn’t change anything. I opened the door to the guest room, and turned the light on for her. In the light of the room, she was radiant. She’d always been beautiful, but today, there was something else, a sadness that rarely defined her, but now it seemed so engrained.
I knew right then what I really wanted for her: I hoped that when she left she found the thing that made her happy. That the sadness in her eyes was only the situation, and not what she had become. I cared too much about her to see her swallowed in sadness.
“This looks nice,” Cassie said. “Very different.”
When I met her gaze, I recognized a glimmer of the girl I used to love. What did she see in this room? The brown and blue paint that used to cover it? The pictures of her and me that used to plaster the walls? The Clash poster that hung on the closet door? The basketball trophies? The first time we fumbled our way through sex when we were sixteen on that very bed? We’d improved a lot since that first time. The last time I made her yell my name over and over, and it always felt awesome to be the one to make her come. I had everything I could ever want, and all of it was her, especially in that last moment we had together. I felt like a king as she called my name as I moved inside her, I caught a glint of my diamond on her finger. I’d thought in that moment that she’d be mine forever in every way possible. That’d we have this for the rest of our lives. The memory was as vivid as if it had been yesterday, even though it’d been months.
I cleared my throat. Stop thinking about that. “A lot has changed.”

Danielle Ellison spent most of her childhood reading instead of learning math. It’s probably the reason she can’t divide without a calculator and has spent her life seeking the next adventure. It’s also probably the reason she’s had so many different zip codes and jobs.
When she’s not writing, Danielle is probably  eating cookies, fighting her nomadic urges, watching too much TV, or dreaming of the day when she can be British. She has settled in Northern Virginia, for now, but you can always find her on twitter @DanielleEWrites.

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Book Blitz: “Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist”, Kaitlyn Davis.

Buongiorno bestiole e buon 2 giugno! Spero vi stiate godendo la giornata di festa, a differenza mia che sono al lavoro mentre leggete questo post, possibilmente al mare e possibilmente in compagnia di un buon libro. Io vi lascio con una piccola chicca, un’anteprima che ammetto farmi gola nonostante l’infinita pigrizia che mi ha colto nell’ultimo periodo per quanto riguarda le letture in lingua. C’è persino la possibilità di vincerne una copia, semplicemente compilando il solito form, quindi… A VOI LA PALLA!


Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist CoverTitolo: Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist!
Autore: Kay MarieKaitlyn Davis
Data di pubblicazione: 18 maggio 2015

From bestselling author Kaitlyn Davis, writing as Kay Marie, comes a new adult romantic comedy about a girl who’ll soon discover that some secrets can’t be kept forever, especially those of the heart.

My name is Skylar Quinn, I just moved to New York with my best friend Bridget, and I have a confession. Well, more than one. Okay, quite a few really. Fine, here goes!
Confession #1: I’m a sex columnist. Hold on, that’s not really the confession. You see, I’m sort of a virgin…sex columnist.
Confession #2: I’m in love with Bridget’s older brother, Oliver. No—I was. No—I am. Wait, was? Am? Crap.
Confession #3: I’ve been avoiding Oliver for four years. Or I was until today, because he just moved in. Yes, you read that correctly. He’s my new roommate. So that night we’ve both been pretending never happened, well, we might not be able to keep it a secret any longer.
And trust me, this is only the beginning.

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But then a gentle knock sounds against my door.
And there’s only one person it could be.
“Skye?” he whispers into the dark.
I could pretend to be asleep, but the alcohol has drowned out my neuroses, replacing them with curiosity. “What do you want, Ollie?”
“I just…” He sighs. My eyes are closed but I can perfectly imagine the way he’s running his hand through his hair, messing it up—an unconscious move he doesn’t even realize makes my heart melt. Makes every girl’s heart melt.
“Don’t apologize,” I say. It’s the closest reference I’ve made to talking about what happened. And he understands immediately. Understands that I don’t want to talk about it—but I doubt he understands why. It’s not because I’m embarrassed or hurt or vulnerable. It’s because I can’t bear to hear the regret in his voice. Because before he did what he did, before that moment, I had the best few minutes of my life. And I don’t want to hear that he wishes they never happened.
“Okay, can I say one thing then?”
“Sure.” I rollover, finally sitting up. Even in the dark, his eyes shine, glowing blue. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol talking.
“It’s just, I can tell you’re nervous about the new job, but you shouldn’t be, Skye. You’re a great writer, and well…” He shrugs, scanning the room for a moment. There’s a note of honesty in his tone that I rarely ever hear, that I’ve learned to recognize over the years. “You don’t have to have sex to be sexy, Skye. Some people do, maybe, but not you. Never you.”
And then he’s gone, leaving me alone in the dark with my racing heart.

Bestselling author Kaitlyn Davis writes young adult fantasy novels under the name Kaitlyn Davis and contemporary romance novels under the name Kay Marie.
Always blessed with an overactive imagination, Kaitlyn has been writing ever since she picked up her first crayon and is overjoyed to share her work with the world. When she’s not daydreaming, typing stories, or getting lost in fictional worlds, Kaitlyn can be found indulging in some puppy videos, watching a little too much television, or spending time with her family. If you have any questions for her–about her books, about scheduling an event, or just in general–you may contact her at:
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Book Blitz: “Collide”, Melissa West

Cucù, sorpresa! Ritorno su questi schermi, con un blitz improvviso per parlarvi del terzo volume di una trilogia che mi sta incuriosendo moltissimo e che conto di affrontare non appena il carico di libri arretrati si sarà alleggerito un minimo.
Che ve ne pare? La conoscete già? Oggi esce il terzo volume, quale occasione migliore per scoprirla?

Titolo: Collide (The Taking #3)
Autore: Melissa West
Data di pubblicazione: 9 febb. 2015
Editore: Entangled Teen
Pagine: 320

Military legacy Ari Alexander has survived alien spies, WWIV, and a changing world order. But when the new leader of Earth uses Jackson—the only boy she’s ever let herself care about—to get to her, Ari has no choice but to surrender.
To free Jackson, she agrees to travel to the national bases to train others to fight. What she discovers is a land riddled with dying people. Ari has the power to heal by turning the fighters into aliens—half-breeds like her. If she succeeds, together, they have a chance at overthrowing the alien leader, Zeus. But if she fails, everyone she holds dear will be wiped away forever.
Once again, everything Ari’s come to believe is thrown into question. In a world of uncertainty, loyalties are tested, lies are uncovered, and no one can be trusted. If Ari and Jackson have any hope at survival and at preserving a life for the future, they must fight the final war with their eyes wide open.

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My gaze drifts over to Jackson to find him watching me, his blue-green eyes no longer beaten, but strong. Alive. Raging.
I walk over and press my hands to the glass, my eyes never leaving his. In them I see everything he’s thinking and feeling. His anger at Kelvin. His sadness at losing Mami. His love for me, an unwavering fire inside him. And then I see his determination, so clear it’s as though I’m thinking it myself—he’s going to kill Zeus.
It’s time to begin.
Jackson nods once to me, and I grip the glass tighter, feeling its composition, and then the glass vibrates, harder and harder. Law goes still. I draw a breath, my focus on the boy I love and his raging eyes, and then a tiny crack splits out from my right pinky finger like a spider web across the glass, splitting again and again. Another starts from my left hand and I lean farther into the glass, imagining Jackson and me back on Loge, Emmy and Mami, and then the window bursts, the glass shooting out in a thousand directions.
Jackson stands slowly, effort etched into his face, the muscles in his arms flexing. The door to his room starts to open, and my gaze flashes over, every fiber in me focused on keeping it shut.
“They’re coming,” I say.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jackson replies, his voice like a warm blanket over my heart, soothing the ache that’s been there since he disappeared. The ache I feared would never go away. “They can’t contain us. They will never contain us.”
— Collide, Melissa West

Melissa West writes young adult and new adult novels for Entangled Teen and Embrace and Penguin/InterMix. She lives outside of Atlanta, GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.
She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and a M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University. Yeah, her blood runs orange.

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“I thought I’d never see you again,” I whisper. “I thought you were…” I can’t bring myself to finish the thought.
He shakes his head, his eyes still on mine. “I would find you.”
“But what if—”
“You’re all I have now, all I need. I would find you.” And then his hands are in my hair, securing me to him, his lips on mine. A combination of a sigh and a sob bursts from my mouth and then he’s lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to my bed, never letting his lips leave mine. He kisses me like it’s the last kiss we’ll have, like he needs me to breathe. And I can’t get enough.
We lose ourselves in each other; exploring all the places we’d never paid attention to before. I slip off his shirt and kiss a trail down his back, up his side, loving how even now, broken by the pain of losing Mami, he is still beautiful. Even more beautiful.
He lifts me up so he can tug off my shirt and then we’re lying in bed naked, a sheet over us as we allow our bodies to meld together, everything else gone but this moment. But us.
— Collide, Melissa West

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