quarta-feira, 15 de março de 2017

Novidade: SEJA FELIZ SEM DIETAS, de Mafalda Rodiles


Um livro para mulheres reais

SEJA FELIZ SEM DIETAS
de Mafalda Rodiles

PVP 16,00€ / 296 páginas

Se as dietas funcionassem, seríamos todas magras, porque esse é o sonho de quase todas as mulheres. Mas, a verdade, é que elas não funcionam e 95% das mulheres que fazem dietas restritivas algum tempo depois voltam a pesar o mesmo ou ainda mais.
Seja Feliz sem Dietas não é um livro de dietas, é o oposto disso, um livro onde irá aprender a alimentar-se de forma saudável, mas sem restrições, proibições e horários; você vai poder comer as coisas que mais gosta, até pode comer chocolate e, mesmo assim, vai conseguir emagrecer. Precisamos de deixar de ter medo da comida, de pensar que só emagrecemos se fecharmos a boca e frequentarmos um ginásio, e de maltratar o nosso corpo com dietas e comprimidos, porque definitivamente isso não dura muito tempo. É importante aprender a equilibrar a nossa mente e corpo para que eles possam funcionar na perfeição e encontrar o equilíbrio.
Aos 15 anos, Mafalda iniciou um regime de dieta quando lhe disseram que para ser actriz precisava de emagrecer. Durante 15 anos fez dietas e sofreu de anorexia e compulsão alimentar, mas superou e acabou por descobri que comer o que se gosta não significa engordar ou passar fome.
Ao longo do livro irá aprender a ter uma alimentação consciente e intuitiva; compreender porque as dietas não funcionam; o que é a fome emocional e a compulsão alimentar; compreender e aceitar o seu corpo; aprender truques para sobreviver às festas e às férias; a importância da água e o mais principalmente, Seja Feliz com um plano de 31 passos.
Está preparada para ser mais feliz?

Mafalda Rodiles nasceu em 1983, em Lisboa, vive no Rio de Janeiro desde 2010 e é mãe da pequena Mel. Formou-se em Gestão de Empresas, mas a sua paixão desde muito nova sempre foi a representação. Começou a trabalhar como atriz em 2004, nos Morangos com Açúcar, onde deu vida à Carlota e seguiram-se outras quatro novelas, na TVI. Hoje em dia, concilia os trabalhos de atriz no Brasil com o seu projeto online Seja Feliz sem Dietas que nasceu em 2015. Apaixonada por alimentação consciente e intuitiva e por maternidade, Mafalda oferece cursos online e acompanha mulheres que querem libertar-se das dietas e aprender a ser cada dia mais felizes.

Novidade: A RAPARIGA QUE INVENTOU UM SONHO, de Haruki Murakami (colecção BIS)


BIS – A RAPARIGA QUE INVENTOU UM SONHO
Haruki Murakami

PVP 9,95€ / 240 páginas

Chega esta semana, na colecção BIS, o livro "A Rapariga Que Inventou Um Sonho" onde estão reunidos os vinte e quatro melhores contos de Haruki Murakami, escritos entre 1981 e 2005, onde a mestria do autor do envolve a fantasia com a mais natural das realidades. Do surreal ao mundano, estas histórias exibem a sua habilidade de transformar o curso da experiência humana na mais pura e surpreendente arte literária.
Há corvos animados, macacos criminosos, um homem de gelo… Há sonhos que nos moldam e coisas que sempre sonhámos ter… Há reuniões em Itália, em exílio romântico na Grécia, umas férias no Havai… Há personagens que se confrontam com perdas dolorosas, outras que se deparam com distâncias inultrapassáveis entre os que querem estar o mais próximo possível.
Quase todas as histórias são melancólicas, com personagens submersas pela solidão. Murakami junta os seus temas favoritos: os acontecimentos inexplicáveis (o tal toque de fantástico que provoca por vezes a sua inclusão na corrente do realismo fantástico), as coincidências, o jazz, os pássaros e os gatos. Tal como foi escrito no Los Angeles Times Book Review, “Murakami abraça o fantástico e o real, cada um com a mesma envolvência de intensidade e luminosidade.”
Referido, ainda e sempre, como forte candidato ao Prémio Nobel da Literatura, Haruki Murakami é, cada vez mais, um autor de culto, lido por todas as gerações e procurado com especial curiosidade pelos jovens leitores, encontrando-se traduzido em mais de 50 línguas. É um dos escritores japoneses contemporâneos mais divulgado em todo o mundo.
Os livros da colecção BIS, livros de bolso, encontram-se amplamente distribuídos em livrarias, supermercados, aeroportos e estações de caminho de ferro, a um preço acessível, por 9,95 €.

Novidade: AQUI ENTRE NÓS, de Jane Fallon

Segredos, Manipulação e Traições

AQUI ENTRE NÓS
de Jane Fallon

440 páginas / PVP 16,90€

Aqui Entre nós é uma comédia de enganos que nos leva a reflectir sobre a grande questão: existe alguém em quem possamos confiar verdadeiramente?
Desde sempre que Tamsin e Michelle são inseparáveis. Claro que Tamsin quer o melhor para a amiga. Quando lhe chega aos ouvidos o boato de que Patrick, o marido de Michelle, lhe é infiel, ela põe em prática um plano ousado: utiliza a sua assistente, Bea, como engodo, para ver o que acontece… Não lhe ocorreu, todavia, que a fiel Bea pudesse ter outras intenções. Além disso, a farsa parece ter ganho vida própria e, de repente, Tamsin dá por si enredada numa grande teia de mentiras. Consumida por sentimentos de culpa, Tamsin encontra-se perante uma situação delicada: conseguirá ela contar a verdade a Michelle sem arruinar a vida de todos?

Jane Fallon nasceu em Londres e trabalhou como produtora de TV até 2007, altura em que publicou o seu primeiro romance. Após o estrondoso sucesso da sua estreia literária, Jane não mais deixou de escrever, e as suas obras, conhecidas por terem sempre um inesperado lado negro, foram já traduzidas para mais de vinte línguas. 

Novidade: AS CIDADES INVISÍVEIS, de Italo Calvino, com prefácio de Nuno Júdice

AS CIDADES INVISÍVEIS, de Italo Calvino, com prefácio de Nuno Júdice, é o novo livro da Coleção Essencial – Livros RTP

Livro com 208 páginas / PVP 10€

As Cidades Invisíveis apresenta-se como uma série de relatos de viagem que Marco Polo faz a Kublai Kan, imperador dos tártaros. A este imperador melancólico, que percebeu que o seu poder ilimitado conta pouco num mundo que caminha em direção à ruína, um viajante visionário fala de cidades impossíveis, por exemplo, uma cidade microscópica que se expande, se expande até que termina formada por muitas cidades concêntricas em expansão, uma cidade teia de aranha suspensa sobre um abismo, ou uma cidade bidimensional como Moriana.

Creio que o livro não evoca apenas uma ideia atemporal de cidade, mas que desenvolve, ora implícita ora explicitamente, uma discussão sobre a cidade moderna. Penso ter escrito algo como um último poema de amor às cidades, quando é cada vez mais difícil vivê-las como cidades. ITALO CALVINO

«Ao projetar a sua própria voz nos relatos de cidades que pontuam o diálogo entre Marco Polo e Kublai Kan, Calvino reencontra essa capacidade dos antigos construtores de fábulas, e sabe transmitir o prazer que aquele que conta tem de suscitar no ouvinte, que é o próprio leitor» in Prefacio de Nuno Júdice

Italo Calvino nasceu em Cuba, a 15 de outubro de 1923. Passou praticamente toda a sua vida em Itália, excetuando os treze anos em que viveu em Paris. Faleceu em Siena, a 19 de setembro de 1985. Já trabalhava como consultor literário quando concluiu a sua licenciatura em Letras. Com O Atalho dos Ninhos de Aranha (1947) – a que se seguiu, em 1949, Ultimo Viene il Corvo e, em 1952, O Visconde Cortado ao Meio, primeiro romance da sua trilogia fantástica Os Nossos Antepassados – deu início a uma surpreendente carreira literária, que viria a consagrá-lo como um dos maiores escritores italianos do século xx.

Sobre a Colecção
A “Coleção Essencial - Livros RTP” é um projeto cultural concebido pela RTP em parceria com a LeYa e que consiste na publicação de um conjunto de obras de ficção de autores de língua portuguesa e de outras línguas. O objetivo desta iniciativa é a promoção do gosto pela leitura através da descoberta (ou redescoberta) de alguns dos autores mais relevantes do século XX,  colocando à disposição do público, por um preço reduzido (10 euros) e ao ritmo de um título por mês, algumas das obras-primas da literatura contemporânea, com prefácios assinados por destacadas personalidades da cultura.  A curadoria da coleção é de Zeferino Coelho, um dos mais considerados editores do mundo de língua portuguesa, editor da Caminho, integrada na LeYa. No âmbito desta coleção está prevista a publicação de 25 livros.

Blog Tour: Ripple Effect (Episode 2) by Keri Lake






EPISODE TWO: As a calculated assassin, Ripley thrives on always being in control. But when the woman he’s sworn to kill makes an offer he can’t refuse, his control is what he risks losing most.



Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.

*This is an erotic suspense/erotic romance not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence and sex.

I open my eyes to the sting of sterile scents, like disinfectant and alcohol. A quick scan of my surroundings shows crisp white sheets, the cool fabric brushing against my legs—my bare legs. The dripping of water from before pounds louder, without the chasing echo. Scents. Sounds. Touch. As if my body has turned into a sharper frequency, everything around me seems more alive. More intense.
  Attached to my left arm is an IV whose tube connects to a bag labeled saline, hanging off a hook sticking out from the wall. Two white patches are stuck to my arm, and I can’t begin to imagine what the hell they are. Maybe he mutilated me? What the hell is this guy, a doctor?
  The stabbing pain from before has dulled to an ache of intense hunger or the craving of pills, I can’t discern. Nausea still grips me the same way it had when I drank too much cinnamon liquor one night and ended up at the side of the toilet with my sugar crashing. I’m not a diabetic or anything, but I remember Chanel gave me a glass of orange soda and the jitters disappeared. I feel cool and sweaty at the same time, clammy and exhausted.
  I stare down at myself, noticing a thin white shirt. My bra has been removed along with my panties, leaving me naked beneath the oversized garment that must belong to my captor. The heavy comforter, far too elegant and plush for the mattress on which I’m lying, covers only my ankles, as if I’d kicked it off. Or someone else had.
  What did he do while I was out?
  I perform a quick mental rundown, only remembering flashes of the bathtub, which I’m certain was nothing but a dream. From my fingers to my toes, I concentrate on any pain. Wriggling my toes doesn’t point out a weird absence of one, flexing my calves, thighs, nothing. I attempt to pull my knees together, testing whether or not it produces an ache that might suggest he’d raped me, but chains keep me from crossing my legs.
  In my pathetic assessment, I find there’s no damage, nothing to suggest mutilation of any sort. And no evidence of blood on the sheets.
  With my arms still bound, I turn to the faint musky scent on my skin and breathe in the clean aroma. He did bathe me.
  He. Rip.
  His name loops over and over inside my head in some desperate bid for my conscious half to hang on to it. As if I’d forget the name of the killer who tied me to a wall in his dark and dingy basement.
  My mouth is bone dry and I push a swallow past the burn in my throat.
  The single light that illuminates my surroundings is both a blessing and a curse, as I begin to see things in the wall of darkness that separates my little halo. Hallucinations? Maybe. The drugs still swimming through my body certainly don’t rule out that possibility. A pale white spectral figure dangling from the ceiling shakes my core, and I screw my eyes shut, hoping it’ll fade away. The withdrawals have settled over me, commandeering my mind, and have me seeing things that don’t make sense.
  Like the terrors of my youth.

Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she's earned in science. By night, she writes dark contemporary, paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction on the many occasions distraction sucks her into the Land of Shiny Things.

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terça-feira, 14 de março de 2017

New Release: Her Bodyguard by Sabrina Paige


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Her Bodyguard by Sabrina Paige

She's forbidden fruit, but this bossy bodyguard will make this bratty princess his...even if he has to turn her over his knee to do it.

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Teaser Tuesday for Toni Aleo & Jenika Snow

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Release Day Blitz: A Real Man Volume 3 by Jenika Snow





This box-set contains the following A Real Man books: Feral, Dirty, and Viking. Also includes a bonus book: Riding Her Rough!



Synopsis


Everyone Needs A Real Man.


This is the third volume in the Real Man series.

Included are:


Book 4: Feral

What Lexi doesn’t know is that I’ve noticed her for years and wanted her as mine for just as long. It would be safer if I kept her at a distance, which I’ve managed to do … but I can’t anymore.

I won’t.

I hope she’s ready to be mine, because she’s about to see exactly how feral I can be where it concerns her.



Book 5: Dirty


I want to get my dirty hands all over her. I want to make that creamy pale skin of hers dark from grease, and red from holding onto her.

And I’ll do all of that, because there’s no way I’m backing off, not until I know I have her.



Book 6: Viking

I’m a Viking, a savage, dangerous and violent. I don’t give up when I see something I want. I’ve been searching for Ingrid my whole life; I just didn’t realize it until I looked into her blue eyes.

She will be mine. No matter what.




Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.


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Release Blitz: Forbidden Princess by Alexa Riley



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Tabitha is destined to marry a king and unite her powerful family with another. But she’s never been one to do what she’s told, and she’s decided to make her own destiny.

Vlad has devoted his life to guarding his king and never thought about taking a wife. But all bets are off when a sassy, dark-haired princess appears.

These two are hot and fast, but when Tabby’s parents step in, things get messy. Can they forgo tradition and make their own way, or will the divide break them?

Warning: Okay, okay…stop asking. They get their story. Happy now?

*Tabby*
Putting one last curl into Al’s hair, I step back and take a look at my handiwork.
“You look like a hooker. One of those American ones,” I tease her, smiling. I think we nailed it. My obsession with my favorite movie Pretty Woman gave me the idea to go with a Vivian Ward look. I love doing Al’s hair, but she hardly lets me anymore. It’s not like when we were little and I did it every day before she learned to do it herself.
She doesn’t like her long blonde locks, but I love them. They always make me think of a fairy tale, which seems appropriate since we are both princesses.
“As long as I don’t have to dress like a hooker, it’s perfect,” she tells me, making me laugh. I don’t think I could get Alena to show that much skin, even if I held her down and put the outfit on her myself.
“I say keep it simple on the outfit.” I walk over to the bed, picking up a dress I know will look perfect on her. I talked her into getting it forever ago, but it’s sat in the back of her closet since then. “This.”
I hold up the green dress, knowing it will make her blonde hair even brighter. She might not like her hair, but I think it makes her shine like a star. Plus, the dress is somewhat modest, coming to her knees, with little capped sleeves. It will look perfect on her. Maybe a little too perfect for our plans though. This dress might not scare away her future husband.
“I can’t wear that. I’ll have to wear heels.”
I have to stifle a laugh. Alena is the worst in heels. It’s actually pretty comical to see her in them. Like a little baby deer learning to walk.
“Yep. I’ve seen you in heels. You’re a walking accident waiting to happen. So heels it is.”
I pick up a pair of black heels that will go well with the dress. The point is to make her seem like a mess if we want to scare away the man demanding her hand in marriage. The man who will take my sister away from me. It’s always been the two of us. I still remember when Mom brought her home from the hospital. I thought she’d be mine to take care of, to protect from the crappy-ish parents we had, and that’s what I did. And that’s what I’m doing today.
We are going to send this potential husband running for the hills. Though after the picture I saw of him, I’m not sure he’s ever run from anything in his life. He has his sights set on my sweet, innocent little sister, and I don’t know if he can be stopped. She’s too soft for a man who looks like he could rip someone in half with his bare hands.
Handing her the heels, I grab my own dress. Unlike Al, I love dressing up. Hair, makeup, and clothes have been my obsession since I could walk. I slip on the tight red dress and pull at it a little to make sure it’s all in place.
“Wait, are you trying to get his attention so he’ll marry you? I thought we were scaring him off,” Alena says.
I watch as panic lights up her face. I did try and take Al’s place when I found out someone had called for her hand in marriage. I knew she didn’t want to get married, just like me. At least not to a king. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as royalty. I want something more simple. But for Alena I’d do anything, including asking if I could take her place. I was older and had been asked multiple times, but each time, my parents turned them down. The one good thing they’d ever done for me. But when King Roman called for Al, our parents jumped all over it and he would have no one but her. From my understanding I don’t think trying to get him to look at me could possibly work. He was intent on having Alena. The only thing we could do was make him think she wasn’t that great of a catch. It’s all we could come up with. Though I have a feeling this isn’t going to work. Alena never gets how much she really glows without even trying.
But I can’t help but wonder at the look on her face. Is there jealousy there? Maybe she likes the king a little more than she’s willing to admit aloud.
“Whatever you want,” I tell her. Because I will do whatever she needs me to do. We always do that for each other. We’re a team. A team that is about to be split up.
“Girls!” my mom yells before the door opens. “Let’s go.” She gives us a glance to make sure we look presentable because that’s all she cares about. She turns and heads out of the room, a glass full of wine in hand like always. Hopefully she’s had enough to not be a total pain-in-the-ass tonight.
I watch Alena slip on the heels and almost fall over. I snort, unable to help myself, while putting my own on.
“Come on.” I lock my arm with hers to help her walk so she doesn’t hurt herself before we even get there. We make our way towards the great room with only a few minor stumbles along the way.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Al whispers. I hate the tremble in her voice. It makes a protectiveness rise up in me “I’m so shy. I don’t know if I can make a fool of myself.”
“I’ll be right here. We’ve got this,” I reassure her.
I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be right here to make a fool of myself right along with her. Hopefully this king will think we’re a hot mess and run for the hills, wanting nothing to do with us. She looks up at me and nods.
When we turn the corner into the great room we both freeze. Everyone looks at us, but my eyes go to one spot, and I feel every part of my body come alive.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to myself.
The man standing against the far wall has his eyes trained on me. They are the greenest I’ve ever seen in my life. His giant arms are folded over his chest, and I know instantly from his stance he’s a guard. He’s built like a tank, with big muscles and a wide chest. His hair is so thick and dark, I know our babies would have hair just like him. Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I had that thought.
As if he can read my mind, a smirk pulls at his full lips.
Someone steps in front of him, blocking my view. I don’t know if I’m thankful for that or not. It’s then I notice it’s Roman. His eyes are focused fully on my sister. He looks almost angry. It’s then I realize it’s because she’s looking where I was looking. At the mystery man with green eyes. I can see jealousy written all over Roman’s face.
“Sweetheart, this is King Roman,” I hear our mother say.
I glance over at her and see she’s got a giant smile on her face. She’s all too happy to pass her daughter off so easily. She doesn’t care if Alena even wants to go. No, not my mother. I stare at her for a moment, and for the first time, I really feel hate for her.
Lost in my reverie, I miss Roman come flying across the room. He grabs Alena, who was tripping over her own shoes. He pulls her towards him, and I watch my sister melt into him as if she’s done it a thousand times.
I glance back to my mystery man, who’s now moved closer. He stares right at me. I feel like he can see though my clothes. His gaze roams over me as if he owns me, as if he has personal knowledge of my body. I’m used to men looking at me, but this feels different. I know he wants me, but it’s more than that. He wants to own me. The thought should piss me off. It’s why I’ve never liked this arranged marriage crap. A man showing up and taking me just isn’t going to happen. But why now, with this stranger, am I feeling a tingling all over my body at the thought?
“Hi,” I hear Al say, and it pulls my eyes reluctantly away from the man.
Her voice is awkward and doesn’t sound anything like her. I can’t help but snort. I know the sound gets her, because she starts to fight a laugh.
“Tabby,” she says, her eyes still locked with Roman’s. I’m a little shocked she’s holding his stare. “I think our plan is working.”
His eyes narrow on her. It takes everything in me not to burst into laughter. I can feel my body shaking, wanting to let the laughter go, but I fight it back.
“You can’t say that out loud. He can hear you,” I say out of the corner of my mouth, but I know everyone can hear me.
I sneak a glance at my green-eyed mystery man, wanting to focus my attention on him again, wanting to make sure those eyes are still on me. Damn, maybe I’m starting to feel that ownership crap, too. Yep, eyes still on me, only this time he’s smiling at me. It makes him not look so deadly. Unlike Alena, I can’t hold a stare, so I look away, feeling my face heat at being caught ogling him. I’m never shy, but something about him makes me feel that way.
“Roman.” My mystery man speaks for the first time. “I think she’s good.” I glance back to Alena, who’s still in King Roman’s arms, feet dangling off the ground. He places her on her feet and takes a step back. I can tell he’s fighting it. He doesn’t want to let her go.
“Tabby?” Roman says my nickname but doesn’t look at me. He won’t look away from his betrothed.
“No, I’m Alena.” My sister corrects him like she thinks it’s an honest mistake. Yeah right, this man knows who she is. If I had to guess, from the way he’s acting he knows everything about her.
“I know who you are, my princess.” He looks over at me, taking his eyes off Alena for the first time since we walked into the room. “Tabitha.” He says my full name this time. Only Alena calls me Tabby. “Can you take my princess to her room to remove these ridiculous shoes before she hurts herself?”
“Hey, she isn’t my servant,” Al snaps at him, and I watch her square her shoulders in a very un-Alena-like way.
“I help Alena with stuff all the time.” I jump in. Maybe if he thinks she needs me, I can go with them when they marry. It would be a fight with my parents because they want to marry me off, too, but Roman is very powerful. Alena frowns at my random comment, clearly not getting it. I can tell this man will do anything to have her, so maybe now I can convince him that I need to go with her. That’s what’s really been bothering us this whole time—the thought of no longer having each other. It’s always been Al and me.
“Then help her remove the layer of what’s painted on her face as well,” Roman adds.
Alena takes a step back from him, and I think she wants to smack him. She isn’t seeing what I’m seeing. I’m guessing he’s seen pictures of her before and he wants that Al. Not this made-up one we created in hopes of scaring him away. I kind of like that.
“Alena. Do as you’re told,” our mother half-whispers, half-scolds. Her scolding tone is no different, even in front of a king. I can’t fight my eye roll.
Roman turns to look at our mother. Her face is scrunched, and I can tell she’s pissed. We’re going to get it later.
“You don’t give her orders. She will be Queen in one week’s time. She doesn’t take orders.” Roman’s voice is stern and final. He just gave her a command, and it will be followed. He earned a few points in my book right there. He stood up for her and put our mother in her place.
“Except from you, I guess,” I hear Alena say, looking down at the floor and taking another step back from Roman. Clearly she’s trying to get space from him.
“All your whispers are too loud. Keep them in your head,” I tell her, a little too loudly myself. Crap, we are terrible at this.
“Alena,” Roman says, drawing our attention. He doesn’t look mad. In fact, he looks like he’s fighting a smile. Yep, we are definitely terrible at this.
“Please.” The word, laced with urgency, comes from his lips, and I can tell it’s not a word he uses often.
Al grabs my hand and pulls me from the room, clearly wanting to escape. I glance back over my shoulder to my mystery man. I don’t know his name, but from the look on his face, I don’t think I will ever escape him.

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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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