Top Ten Tuesday é uma rubrica original do site The Broke and the Bookish, na qual, cada semana, nos é dado um tema para o qual devemos fazer uma lista.
Pois que no ano passado não resultou, porque não recebi nem um... O que explica porque é que alguns livros na lista deste ano já estavam na lista no ano passado (os que saíram comprei entretanto). Mas pronto, uma pessoa não perde a esperança, não é? Entre muitos outros, não me importava nada que o Pai Natal me trouxesse estes na noite de sábado:
1.A Prometida do Capitão de Tessa Dare
2.Casamento de Conveniência de Jennifer Probst (repetido)
3.Mistério na Cornualha de Liz Fenwick (repetido)
4.Ligeiramente Tentador de Mary Balogh (repetido)
5. Os Frutos do Vento de Tracy Chevalier
6. O Crime de Paragon Walk de Anne Perry
7. Caminhos Sombrios de Sandra Brown
8. O Cavalheiro Inglês de Carla M. Soares (repetido)
We are so excited to bring you the cover reveal for Sarah Castille's Luca. We hope you love the cover as much as we do!
Release date: April 4, 2017
Luca Rizzoli was nearly destroyed by a brutal betrayal that cost him his family. Now a ruthless crime boss in Las Vegas, he lets nothing touch his frozen heart...until a smoldering encounter with a beautiful stranger ignites his passion. One night isn’t enough for a man who takes what he wants—and Luca will do whatever he can to possess his mysterious temptress...
Police detective Gabrielle Fawkes lives for revenge. She lost everything at the hands of an unforgiving ruler of the Vegas underworld. Now she lives to see him six feet under. But when a near fatal attack leads her into Luca's arms, what was meant to be one night of unbridled passion becomes something forbiddingly more. Luca has his own agenda, but when strong, determined, kick-ass detective Gaby sets her sights on her target, Luca feels compelled to stand by her side and protect her at all costs. However, pursuing danger comes at a high price, and both Gaby and Luca must work together in order to eliminate the dark enterprise that threatens them.
Luca is the second book in a full-length, standalone series by New York Times bestselling author, Sarah Castille, set in Las Vegas and featuring deliciously sexy mafia bosses and the women who can’t help but love them.
Sarah Castille is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling authorof the Redemption Series, Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club series, Legal Heat series and the Club Excelsior series. A recovering lawyer with a fondness for dirty-talking alpha males, she now is a full-time writer of contemporary romance and romantic suspense, who lives on Vancouver Island.
Com o aproximar do Natal, começam a surgir as promoções... Aqui ficam algumas de livros que já li e recomendo.
Começando por um de borla: Must Love Breeches de Angela Quarles está gratuito no Instafreebie. Para quem não conhece, é um serviço que envia o livro gratuitamente, e no formato que escolherem, para o vosso email. Em troca, estão a aceitar receber a newsletter da autora, mas têm sempre a hipótese de cancelar a subscrição.
Adorei este livro (e os dois seguintes da série), foi uma das melhores leituras do ano!
E agora as promoções:
Raw Redemption de Tessa Bailey está a $1.22 na Amazon. Li-o este ano e, apesar de ser o último duma série e eu não ter lido os anteriores, gostei mesmo muito.
Maybe This Christmas de Sarah Morgan está a $2.45. Já o li há dois anos, mas ainda me lembro bem da história. É o último de uma série de três livros, mas pode perfeitamente ser lido sozinho. Gostei muito, apesar de não ter sido o meu favorito da série. É perfeito para ler agora na época natalícia.
Everly Grayson is sick of her small life in a small town. She dreams of bigger things, so when an opportunity for something bigger comes along, she grabs it with both hands. Now she’s on her way to a sprawling country estate in rural England to work as an au pair.
However, her new adventure loses some of its shine when she finds out her new boss, wealthy single dad Mason Kingsley, is a surly and foul-tempered ogre. Yet despite his temperament, he consumes the air in her lungs and dominates her every waking thought. Especially when she sees him being as sweet as candy to his five-year-old daughter.
Little does she know that he is just as affected by her. While his attraction to her drives him to distraction, he wants more than just her body. Much more.
This holiday season, prepare to lose more than your Christmas stockings and light up brighter than your tree when you fall in love with Mason Kingsley.
A friendly-looking guy, probably a few years older than Mason, thrust a hand at me. “Hi, I’m Michael.” “Hi.” I smiled kindly. “I’m Everly.” “Pretty name. That an American accent I hear?” “It is.” “What brought you here of all places? Pretty girl like you should be drinking cosmos in London.” He leaned in closer and took a sip of his beer, eyes trained on my lips. I felt Mason shift closer to me. His low voice was still deep in conversation with Toby, but his body clearly sensed something was up. “I’m here for a job actually. Only for a few months.” I turned back to my pint and took a sip, wishing Mason would cut in and save me from any more probing questions. “Well, there isn’t much to see, but if you ever need a friend, let me give you my number—” “Everly, can I have a word?” Mason butted in, looping his hand at my elbow and pulling him against his chest. My heart dropped instantly and my knees went weak as I felt every hard inch of his solid body behind me. Jesus, what was he doing and why did I like this? “Sure,” I whispered, smiling at the stranger before Mason shuttled me away from the bar and down a short corridor. “Bloody tosser.” He growled, shoving through a door and pulling me in behind him. Flicking on the light, he spun me, hands caging me against the wooden panels. “What’s wrong?” I asked, chest heaving. My every single breath was consumed with him. His scent, the primal, beast-like energy radiating from him. Everything about him turned me on. “I don't like his eyes on you.” His hands were at my waist, sliding over the curve of my ass. His fingers found the hem of my dress, inching it up my thighs to land at the curve of my ass. “I don’t like him looking at what’s mine.” “Mason, I don't think he was—” “Don’t tell me what he was thinking. I know men, and I’ve known that one longer than I’ve known just about anyone. He wants you.” His teeth edged the shell of my ear. “So what if he does?” I offered lamely. “You made me cum in my trousers, Everly. I’ve never done that before. I love you shuddering beneath me. My lips on every inch of your skin...feeling you so deeply it shatters your soul. That makes you mine. Do you need me to remind you why, kitten?” Mason’s fingers hooked in my panties and pulled them just down my thighs. “Please…” I whispered, my hands wrapping around his neck. “My sweet little pussy cat is soaked.” His fingers ran through my slit and sent me arching up onto my tiptoes. “I’m always wet around you,” I confessed, unable to stop the words. “I know, I love it.” He pushed his thumb into his mouth, sucking off my arousal before his grin tipped up. “Show me how you touch yourself.” I waited breathlessly, hardly comprehending his words. “Do it, Everly. Touch that pretty pussy.” He guided my hand between my thighs, groaning when my fingertips made contact with the slick skin. “That’s it, sweetheart.” I heard the swift sound of his zipper, then I watched, riveted, as he pulled his thick erection from his pants. Fisting it at the root, he ran his hand in slow strokes up to the tip and back down again. “Oh my god.” “That's it, kitten. Let him hear you now.”
Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn't take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book! Follow Aria on Amazon for new release updates, or stalk her on Facebook and Twitter to see which daring book boyfriend she's writing next! Sign up to get a NEW RELEASE ALERT from me! http://eepurl.com/ccGnRX
Synopsis: Armie Croft just lost the last of his vision due to a degenerative disease, something that proves problematic as he bangs his head against the side of the JCA pool during a late night swim. Leighanne Misra, the nighttime lifeguard, jumps in to rescue him, followed by Mitch Karmi…who is wearing a suit and has no training when it comes to performing CPR. Soon after laughing at Mitch’s soaking wet clothes, and double checking to make sure Armie is alive and well, a steamy connection is forged between the three acquaintances.Mitch wants to hide their ménage from the public, much to Armie and Leighanne’s dismay, but he negotiates and asks they at least have the week leading up to the first night of Hanukkah to themselves. The three lovers are stronger together but sometimes you never truly appreciate what you have until you’ve lost it.
Armie woke with the acute awareness that he was somewhere he’d never been before. The sounds were all wrong to be his apartment or sisters’ houses or even Dearborne’s back room where drunks sometimes slept the night off. No, this place sounded almost cavernous, the ambient noise bouncing off hard surfaces with nothing to absorb them. He stretched his hand to his right and came up against a soft surface. He was lying on a couch. That wasn’t ominous; that wasn’t a reason to start panicking. There was a blanket covering him; thick, felt like wool. Serial killers wouldn’t cover him with a woolen blanket, nor keep him unbound. A self-deprecating thought shamefully struck his mind, bringing on another familiar wave of helplessness.
“They would once they realized you were pretty much feeble,” he muttered.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
Armie went for the voice swinging, but in his panic he forgot he was lying on a couch and rolled onto the floor. He landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him.
“Armie, Armie, it’s good. It’s Leighanne. You’re at Mitchell’s apartment.” She grabbed his hands, stilling his frantic and probably ridiculous-looking arm waving.
Leighanne, shit. He was okay. This was fine. Disgustingly embarrassing, but fine.
She rubbed his hands between hers, soothing and calming, bringing him back down to reality, explaining what had happened the night before. “You were drunk, and we were worried about you getting home on your own, so we brought you here.”
Right. He’d made a fool of himself at Dearborne’s as well. There was no way the old man wouldn’t call Ophi and Nettie about his antics now. The town was too nosy for its own damn good.
“I went to the bar to have a few beers¼”
“By a few, I think you mean nearly ten shots and five beers according to a text we got from Dearborne after bringing you here.” She stroked his cheek with her knuckles, the bones tripping over his stubble. “You’re a crafty drunk, ordering from different bartenders so they can’t tell how much you’re drinking till it’s too late.”
“Yeah, call me the master,” he mumbled. He felt for the couch’s edge and hauled himself up from the floor to sit. The cushion dipped next to him, and Leighanne’s spicy scent suffused his senses. He could only be grateful Mitch hadn’t seen his swan dive.
Armie rubbed his eyes. They were gritty. Even though he couldn’t use them, they still collected moisture overnight that crusted in the morning. Annoying, really. “Shit.” He didn’t say anything else, thoroughly self-conscious, even more so than he had been at the JCA. “I should go.” He looked up, hoping to be facing in her direction.
Armie remembered what it was like to speak to a blind person, back when he could still see. They didn’t look directly at him, slightly off centered sometimes. It had been odd, but worse, it had made Armie feel pity for the person. He never wanted Leighanne to feel that way about him. “Thank you for rescuing me. Again. Where’s Mitchell?”
A voice from across the room echoed, coming closer as he spoke. “You both need to start calling me Mitch. I never considered myself a Mitchell.”
“I like Mitchell.” Leighanne’s lilting tones. Her voice was so musical. “It sounds classic.”
Mitchell hummed at the compliment, and Armie heard skin sliding against skin. Was he touching her? Had they done something together? Of course they had. Judging by how they had felt at the JCA, they were both extremely witty and smart and accomplished. Of course they’d be together. Armie couldn’t hold back his sigh at another missed opportunity. He should have gotten over himself back in that locker room, should have given in to what he’d wanted. But the fear and the shame had been too strong, to the point where it was almost all he felt nowadays.
Armie cleared his throat. “Thanks, Mitch, for taking care of me.” The words felt like shrapnel in his mouth. “Is my phone here? I should call a cab.”
“Uh¼”Leighanne hesitated a second. “Yes, your phone is here. But we want you to stay for breakfast.”
“I don’t want to intrude.”
A big hand, Mitch’s hand, squeezed Armie’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t be intruding. In fact”—he slid the hand up the side of Armie’s neck and into his curls, playing with the strands and rubbing them against the shell of his ear—“we’ve been waiting to get you alone again since the locker room.”
Armie didn’t have to guess at Mitch’s meaning. The heat had been off the charts. Maybe they’d waited for him. Maybe they still wanted him. That would be too much to hope for. “Can I get a toothbrush and a shower?”
“Only if you stay for breakfast,” Leighanne said, the hopeful tone in her voice so endearing.
“Yes, I’ll stay.”
ABOUT CERI GRENELLE
I’ve always had an active imagination. An imagination that usually took form in the way of zoning out in the middle of conversations. I eventually decided it was time to share my daydreaming with the world and began to put my musings on paper. It started with Harry Potter fanfiction and grew from there.
I am currently living it up in Northern California after a big move from New York City. And by living it up I mean staying home with my cats, obsessively watching episodes of my favorite TV shows, all of which are extremely geeky, and simultaneously reading the next book on my reading list. I do all this while trying not to pig out on unhealthy snacks. As you can tell, I lead a busy life.
Truth to his millions of fans and those closest to him. Son of a tragic mother and talented but flawed father. Truth defies all odds, making the world his own as he emerges from the ashes of a disadvantaged childhood to become a world renowned Rock God.
Follow Truth as he overcomes adversity and falls in love with music, leading him to his true family, The Grinders. Pulled into a world of women, booze and drugs, The Grinders set their sights high and won't stop until they dominate the charts.
Famous not only for his onstage performances, Truth is quite the ladies' man. That is, until he meets his beloved Rosie. Only then is the real Truth revealed.
If you love the Savage Angels MC Series, you'll know who Truth is. Find out where it all began in this fast paced and empowering story from childhood to stardom.
“So, Katarina, what’s up?” I ask as I sit
She looks at me then quickly away, focusing
on something or someone in the crowd. “Dave says he’s going to make me into a
“Is that a bad thing?”
“What if I suck?”
I laugh, and her gaze comes back to me,
sharp, questioning, I immediately stop. “A star? Hmm, you a singer or…?”
“I sing, and I play the guitar, but my
voice is better.”
“What do you sing?”
“Not bubblegum bullshit. I don’t want to be
a one-hit wonder. I want them to be singing my songs in twenty years time.”
This comes out in a rush with no small amount of conviction.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, except that Dave is trying to
team me up with a group of wannabes who want the quick road to stardom. I don’t
know how to do anything else, for me, this is the long haul.”
Laughter escapes me, and she scowls. I hold
my hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, but how old are
“I’m fifteen,” Katarina replies flatly.
“Not one to sound like a grown up here, but
you’ve got plenty of time.”
“Really? Is that what you think? I’m
fifteen, and all I do is sing. I suck at school; my mother practically gave me
to Dave ‘cause even she knows this is my golden ticket. It’s this or I’m
screwed.” Her eyes drop to the table top, and she looks defeated.
The waitress comes over and places our
plates down. This chick might be fifteen, but she’s like me, street savvy, and
knows what she wants.
“So don’t do bubblegum bullshit. Samuel
doesn’t do it anyway. He’s old school. You’ll like singing with him. He brings
out the best in people, trust me, I know.”
“Trust you? Hell, I don’t even know you.”
“I am Truthful, it’s why they call me
Truth,” I say jokingly as I play on my name.
I grin at her and take a huge bite of my
slice, she shrugs and does the same.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
With her mouth full of food, she nods
enthusiastically. We trade smiles and eat in silence. When I've finished my
pizza, I pick up my drink and take a long sip of it.
“Tell me about the band you’re putting
She sits up straighter and smiles. “Rock
band, not pop. Real musicians who love the music, who breathe the music, who
exist for the music.”
“Do you sing or play?”
“I play guitar, I’m good.”
“No, I told you—Truthful.”
Katarina giggles and throws her napkin at
me. “Cocky! Okay, Truth, how about we go back to the studio, and you play me
something? Has to be original, and it better be good.”
“I’m not the one auditioning, Samuel is.”
“So, put your music where your mouth is and
show me what you can do,” Katarina teases.
“If you weren’t fifteen I’d show you what
my mouth could do.”
A blush creeps up her neck, and she looks
away. I can’t believe what I’ve just said to her. It’s not like me to be so
forward with a girl.
I stand, hold out my hand and say, “Come on
my songstress, let's go make some music.”
She smiles and takes my hand in hers.
Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!
She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Toowoomba with their two furry kids. A British Short Hair named Grace and a Burmese named Jack.
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.
If you have any questions about her novels or would like to ask Kathleen a question she can be contacted via e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org or she can be found on Facebook. She loves to be contacted by those that love her books.