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lunedì 25 settembre 2017

BLOG TOUR: "Felice perché ho te" di Hazel Pearce - COLLANA FLOREALE - TERZA TAPPA: ESTRATTI


Felice perché ho te
Hazel Pearce

BLOG TOUR – TERZA TAPPA: ESTRATTI

Genere: Erotic Romance
Data di uscita: 30 settembre 2017
Editore: Collana floreale - Pubme
Formati: e-book e cartaceo
Ebook: disponibile in tutti gli store (Amazon, Kobo, Google Play…)
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Fuggita dal suo piccolo paesino di provincia dopo la fine di una rovinosa storia d’amore, Aurora vive a Parma dove conduce una vita tutto sommato tranquilla: divide il suo appartamento con le coinquiline e fidate amiche Isabel e Camille, la sua quotidianità è fatta di casa, lavoro e qualche uscita con gli amici. 
L’agenzia per cui lavora però è sull’orlo del fallimento e Aurora ha il compito di creare un progetto da presentare ad un potente imprenditore che lo finanzi, risollevando così la reputazione della  piccola agenzia viaggi. Sarà proprio da questo momento che la vita di Aurora prenderà una piega inaspettata, che stravolgerà per sempre la sua vita.
L’incontro con Alessandro Alinovi le risveglierà qualcosa dentro, qualcosa che all’inizio sembra essere un odio profondo per quell’esuberante ma arrogante e presuntuoso ragazzo, ma che presto si rivela essere ben altro.  La passione li travolge e Aurora si ritroverà catapultata in un mondo tutto nuovo, un mondo che cancellerà per sempre le sue certezze, facendole scoprire che non tutto ciò che luccica è oro.
Alessandro è un ragazzo difficile ma al tempo stesso è l’unico in grado di dare ad Aurora tutto ciò che nessun altro le aveva mai dato prima e non solo in positivo: il passato dell’imprenditore si farà presto vivo tra loro due e comprometterà la serenità alla quale Aurora era abituata ormai da tempo.
Un intreccio di passioni, misteri e segreti scaglierà i due ragazzi in un violento turbine di situazioni pericolose e sfrenate passioni.

Insieme alla protagonista cadrete in un baratro: Alessandro Alinovi, si ama e si odia, è un uomo fatto di ombre, dove qua e là ci sono sprazzi di luce, pochi ma forti, luci che possono accecare.


Estratto dolce

Sciolse la presa e mi mostrò quel viso paonazzo bagnato dalle lacrime silenziose che gli sgorgavano dagli occhi. L’espressione distrutta, la bocca contorta in una smorfia di agonia. Fu una pugnalata al cuore vederlo in quelle condizioni. Gli presi le guance tra le mani, asciugai il sudore e le lacrime e lo baciai sulle labbra. «Aurora, ti prego, cerca di capire quanto tu sia essenziale per me» disse con voce tremante. «Cerca di capire che io senza di te non riesco a vivere» continuò, tirando su con il naso. «Cerca di capire quanto ti amo». 
Uno schiaffo dritto in faccia che sembrò una carezza solamente per la dolcezza con cui lo disse. Lo aveva detto, lo aveva finalmente detto. Il cuore cessò di battere. Una delicata, piacevole e fredda morsa mi strinse i polmoni mentre lo stomaco venne assalito da un sfarfallio impazzito. 
«Dillo ancora» sussurrai con un filo di voce.

Estratto hot

«Piccola, guardami» ordinò continuando a spingere sempre più velocemente. Eseguii l’ordine e mi specchiai in quelle pozze scure colme d’eccitazione, offuscate. «Dio, che mi hai fatto?» mormorò. Non riuscii a rispondere, mi concentrai sui pettorali gonfi e sui muscoli delle braccia che si contraevano ad ogni affondo. «Guardami Aurora, non lasciarmi» ordinò con voce tremante, era vicino anche lui all’apice. 
Mi aggrappai alle spalle con le mani, le unghie affondante nella sua carne sudata. Vedere quell’espressione di godimento, sentire la sua verga pulsare e spingere dentro di me, il contatto con la sua pelle accaldata. Non riuscii più a trattenermi; l’orgasmo mi colpì come un pugno allo stomaco, una sensazione che mi fece urlare con tutto il fiato che avevo in gola.


mercoledì 20 settembre 2017

BLOG TOUR: "Tide of deceit" di Tamra Lassiter - EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT

Tide of Deceit

by Tamra Lassiter Coastal Deception Series #1 Publication Date: September 19, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense


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Cassie Taylor’s aunt Betsy is missing from her gated Palm Coast community. But when Cassie goes looking, she finds a body, and more questions–who was the murdered man to her aunt? Why did she mail Cassie a fabulous, expensive diamond bracelet? And what does her aunt’s tearful neighbor know that she’s not telling? And not least, does hunky deputy Tanner just want to keep Cassie from meddling in his case? Or is he staying close because he feels the same tidal attraction she does? Tanner Reid is a good man and a dedicated deputy. He can’t get involved personally with the lovely, spirited Cassie–not when she’s involved in a tangled case of murder and possible kidnapping. He must first find the murderer and her aunt. But when diamond robberies deepen the plot, danger threatens Cassie herself. When he’d like nothing more than to roll over her like a coastal high tide, can he keep her safe, and keep his hands off? And will they solve the case before someone else dies–possibly Cassie herself?



I’m met with the hard chin of a man. His mouth is pressed into a thin line that seems to tighten his entire expression. But his eyes. His dark eyes are a mixture of blue, brown, and gray, all at the same time and so full of concern, I catch my breath.
Oh. My. Gosh. I’m in the arms of a complete stranger.


I need to say something to Cassie to keep her from crying. Is it possible Betsy could be in some kind of trouble? Sure. But the odds are not likely. I don’t know if it’s the way she felt in my arms outside, or if I’m just becoming soft, but I can’t let her cry.

“You poor dear. This is just awful.” A pair of soft arms reach around my neck, and then I’m enveloped in bosom and a cloud of Chanel. There’s no need to hold my breath, however, because the woman’s squeezing me so tightly, I can’t breathe anyway. After a very long hello hug, she releases me.


I can’t blame her for wanting a drink, but alcohol and that level of tired don’t mix well, especially when she’s not walking home from here. Sure there’s the cop side of me who notices peoples’ drinking habits, but I don’t typically worry about them.


My arms move around her. This time, she makes no move to get away. She looks up at me like she did yesterday and blinks a couple of times. There are no tears in her eyes this time. They’re just blue.


It’s so frustrating. I don’t ever want men to take care of me. I avoid relationships with all people who are too clingy and won’t let me do simple things for myself, like pull out my own chair. Since I’ve known Tanner, he’s held me, driven me where I need to go, interfered when a jerk hit on me, opened almost every door, and even guided me with his hand on my lower back.
And I liked it.


I wasn’t sure if you were going to punch him or kiss him.”
Punch him, for sure.” But only because kissing him didn’t work out so well for me last night.

About Tamra Lassiter



I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here, and I love every minute of it! Writing is my third career. I didn’t set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first, and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I’ve loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now, I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books. I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short, and who needs all that strife to bring us down? Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!



giovedì 14 settembre 2017

BLOG TOUR: "Sledgehammer" by P. Evangelico- EXCLUSIVE EXCERPTS

Sledgehammer

by P. Dangelico Publication Date: September 11, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


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Amber Jones is in a pickle. And when I say pickle, I mean deep do-do. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to her ex’s New Year’s Eve party. And she reeeaally didn’t mean to almost burn down his house. It was the chafing dish’s fault, dang it! Now she needs a good lawyer, stat. But where to find one? All work and no play make Ethan Vaughn a very sad and lonely lawyer. Not to mention horny. He really shouldn’t have agreed to help his best friend’s wife’s bestie with her imbroglio. Now she’s remanded on bail––and living in his house. The woman is a walking, talking category five hurricane. And considering his track record with women, he needs to stay as far away from this one as possible. Problem is, he just can’t seem to make himself.


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Cam DeSantis’ life is a hot, steaming pile. How else would you describe losing your husband, your job, and your money all at once? Desperate times call for desperate measures, so when salvation comes in the form of one intolerable a-hole, who just happens to be the starting quarterback for the vaunted NY Titans, she has no choice but to accept his offer as a live-in nanny slash teacher for his eight year old nephew. Now all she has to do is find a safe place in her mind to hide whenever she feels the need to throat punch him into tomorrow…which is often.
Calvin Shaw has zero interest in women. Wait, wait––let me rephrase that. He loves women, he just doesn’t want anything to do with ‘um. Not since his wife, presently ex-wife, got knocked up by the guy she was cheating on him with. Problem is––there’s one living in his house. And he doesn’t know what’s worse, that he promised to be civil, or that he’s attracted to her.

Excerpt 1


Deputy D leads me down a long corridor to a metal door with a tiny glass window. He said lawyer. Camilla couldn’t pull off that act if her life depended on it––too honest and transparent. Which means she found someone on short notice. On New Year’s Eve, no less. My best friend is a holy freaking rainmaker.

I’m bouncing on the balls of my bare feet, craning my neck to look through the small window. All I want to do is go home, crawl under the covers, and not come out for a week while I nurse my battered ego back to health and the promise of freedom is making me antsy. For the first time tonight, I feel marginally better. Until Dipshit unlock the door. Until I get a super clear view of whom is on the other side of it and then I don’t feel better. No. As a matter of fact I feel worse. Just like that the shred of optimism I was fostering a minute ago circles the drain.

Camilla’s husband’s best friend. He’s standing with one hand shoved in the pocket of his perfectly tailored tux. The top of his shirt drapes open, bowtie ends hanging down, eyes glued to the screen of his cell phone. 

No, no. God, don’t do this me. I’ll be good. I swear I will.

I blink and blink, hoping and praying, but no, I’m not imagining it. This nightmare is real. I start to back out, and Deputy D slams the door shut behind me, the sound grating on my already inflamed nerves.

“What are you doing here?” My voice sounds strangely high and sharp.

He glances up. His thickly lashed brown eyes skim my face, take note of the black eye makeup which is undoubtedly half way down my face, work their way lower to the ripped edge of my silver mini dress, then descend all the way to my bare feet. My toes curl in reflex, hiding from his scrutiny.

I’m dying a million tiny painful deaths. A million. If there’s a personal circle of hell for each and every one of us, this is mine.

I’m convinced that men like Ethan Vaughn are put on this planet to make the rest of us feel bad about ourselves. He’s too…perfect. I hate that word, I really do, but there’s no other way to describe this dude. A face and body that would make Adonis bristle in envy, successful, impeccably dressed. He’s neat. He’s very neat. It’s past midnight and he’s still pressed and clean. How the fuck is that possible? I bet he rinses his recycling before placing it in the blue bin. 

I don’t buy it. I just don’t buy it. My bullshit meter tells me something’s off. Or maybe it’s my black soul. Whatever, one of those two tells me that beneath the picture perfect surface, he may secretly be a homophobe, or rude to waiters, or mean to animals. Who knows, maybe he likes to kick cats when no one is watching.

Mr. Perfect is still staring, and has yet to say a word. Nor does he have to. My skin is burning from his shrewd assessment. 

Take a good look you sick, cat kicking motherfu…

“I was under the impression you needed a lawyer.” His deep voice is even and unaffected. Is he under the impression that I need him to get me out of a parking ticket? What’s next, a yawn?

***


Excerpt 2


“I want to know exactly what this is going to cost me because if it takes me holding up a bank, I’m paying back every cent.”

“I think we’ve established that you’re not cut out for a life of crime. Besides, Calvin’s already paid up.”

“Then I’ll pay Calvin back. I want the exact amount.”

I get a long-suffering sigh, coupled with a raised eyebrow. “The amount is zero.”

The stretch of silence that follows leaves me drained, whatever energy I have left leeching out of me. What’s the point of fighting it? Really? It doesn’t make a lick of difference anyway. Way too often it seems my life is on a fixed track headed nowhere I want to go.

I steal another glance at my new room mate. He did nothing to deserve this. This is nobody’s fault but my own. Time to embrace the fact that I will be at this man’s mercy for the next three months. And God knows I could’ve done a heck of a lot worse than living with Fancy McButterpants in what is sure to be a fancy apartment. Best to start off on the right foot.

“Look, Vaughn, I get that I’m not your favorite person. I don’t know what kind of favor you owe Cal that would require you to volunteer as tribute, but here we are, stuck with each other for the next…what is it that you said?” Arching a dramatic eyebrow, I add, “The next three months. I think we can manage to stay out of each other’s hair for three months.” I make a show of staring at his perfectly styled dark brown hair. “Even though you use a ghastly amount of hair product.”

At this, he frowns and squirms in his seat. “I do not use hair product.”

“Agree to disagree. Anywho, this should be easy enough. You work days. I work nights. We’ll hardly see each other. Absolutely no danger of anyone accidental humping.”

His reaction comes swiftly. His head whips around, guilt and surprise splashed across his supermodel worthy features. Finally––a genuine show of emotion. Score one for team Jones. Satisfaction turns the corners of my mouth up. No doubt about it, my life is a dumpster fire if this is the highlight of my evening.

His attention slides back to the road ahead. Three long minutes of heavy silence follow. “I didn’t mean––”

“Easy there, counselor.” The last thing I want is a long, awkward apology from him. “No harm, no foul. Hurting my feelings would require that I care what you, or any man thinks, and I assure you I don’t. Quite frankly, after tonight, I am this close to moving to the Isle of Lesbos. All I need is your legal expertise and a bed to sleep in for the next three months.”

He blows out a deep breath, his body relaxing while his hands tighten on the burl wood steering wheel. “You have it.”

I turn in my seat to face him. I want him to see how sincere I am when I say this, “And I appreciate it. I know this sucks for you, too.”

Holding my steady gaze, he gives me a curt nod.

***


Excerpt 3


Nostrils flaring, sweat dripping down a chest that belongs in a Magic Mike sequel, Vaughn stares back at me for what feels like a lifetime. So long I may need Botox. So long I’m starting to fidget under his pointed though slightly detached examination of me, myself, and I.

The song ends and the silence breaks the weird vibe traveling between us. And when I say weird, I mean not good, not good at all. Huh. What’s his problem? I mean, besides having a total stranger live in his house and invade his privacy. Could be my vivid imagination is acting up.

Yeah, that’s it. Probably lack of sleep. Probably.

He walks over to the sound system and shuts it off. When his attention returns to me, his lips twitch as his gaze zeros in on my t-shirt. Still reeling from the discovery of all the muscles standing before me, I have to check to see what it is that’s amusing him.

“That’s, umm, an interesting choice of nightwear,” he finally says.

Cam and I have been exchanging prank Christmas gifts for the last ten years. This one is a personal favorite of mine. On the front of the oversized t-shirt, The Duck U Lookin’ At? ducking spellcheck is written in bold black letters. On the back, there’s a cartoon drawing of a duck flipping the bird.

I freaking love this t-shirt.

His chocolate brown eyes work their way down the length of my shirt, pause where it ends at the top of my thighs, linger for a while, then slide down to my feet. A baby v appears between his brows. “Is that supposed to be chocolate ice cream?” He’s referring to the top of my fluffy brown slippers. The ones I bought at the mall because they’re a perfect metaphor for my life.

“It’s the shit Emoji.”

“I was afraid of that,” he mutters. Picking up a gray t-shirt off the floor, he starts wiping his chest.

***


Excerpt 4


“I’ll help you pack.”

Yeah, not happening, but I’m too tired to argue with him. Glancing around, his eyes fall on my unmade bed––and stay there.

“Are you here to do a health inspection, or help?”

That snaps him out of whatever is going on in his head. I get down on all fours, my attention momentarily diverted as I grab my suitcase from under the bed. Bad move. Real bad. Because when I glance up, I find him in the process of opening the top drawer of my dresser.

“No! Not that one!” I screech.

Too late. Too effing late. Vaughn is staring at the contents of the drawer, his expression frozen. Until I see his lips move. He’s counting them. Oh dear, he’s counting them. His eyes grow a little wider. He finally reaches seven and stops. Little does he know that eight is in the Amazon box near the front door.

“Don’t touch,” I say, with an exaggerated smirk.

A quick scowl darkens the perfection that is his face. “I wasn’t planning to.” His attention returns to the contents of the drawer. When he starts to close it, I decide to double down because it’s that kind of night.

“Might as well leave it open. I have to pack those.”

That perfectly styled head slowly turns in my direction. I get a blank, assessing stare. He thinks I’m messing with him, but I’m not. When I continue to stare back in silence, he blinks twice and rubs his face.

“You’re bringing all of these?” he says more than asks, his tone reeking of disbelief. His doubt earns him a one shoulder shrug.

“I can’t bring Jamie and leave Wes. Those two are an item. Sometimes I’m in the mood for Gabriel, sometimes Garrett. And Zeke has abandonment issues. He’ll get upset if I leave him behind.”

Guilty as charged. I name my vibrators after my book boyfriends. If you have a problem with it, get on your high horse and go file a complaint with the Bureau of I Don’t Give A Stinking Shit.


 P. Dangelico

P. Dangelico loves romance in all forms, shapes, and sizes, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.

lunedì 17 luglio 2017

#BOOKSINENEGLISH: "Back in Beantown" by Elle Vanzandt

Back in Beantown

by Elle Vanzandt and P. Marie A Boston Belles Novel Publication Date: July 17, 2017 Genres: New Adult, College, Coming of Age
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Their friendship has grown into an unbreakable bond… Gianna Moretti, Alexis Cole, and Shelby Lansing have been helping one another navigate the rough waters known as life, hoping to survive and grow with each experience. As the girls finish up their freshman year at Boston College, they begin planning summers that will be spent apart, and obstacles of all shapes and sizes will hit them along the way. With a change of scenery, blossoming relationships, and the unearthing of deep family issues, the sassy trio tries to find a way to balance it all. A new journey is beginning for these Boston Belles; a season of inevitable change is in their future. Life-altering events are happening every step of the way, but will they be able to stand strong together, or will their friendship ultimately be torn apart?
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They say the college years are what really shape a person for adulthood, and although rare, unbreakable bonds of friendship can be made. Gianna Moretti, Alexis Cole and Shelby Lansing are about to discover just how true that is. When the three of them are thrust together in a new city and on their own for the first time at Boston College, none of them expected to click so suddenly despite their many differences. They also didn’t anticipate how much their lives would be changed. Forgotten dreams, family secrets and heartbreaking fears are revealed as they grow, learn and laugh together. What started as a bond of circumstance quickly becomes something they never realized they’d all been missing –true friendship. However, when devastation strikes, will their friendship survive?
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About Elle Vanzandt

Elle Vanzandt grew up a Navy brat who has had the privilege of living in many places but she will always call Illinois her home. A stay-at-home mom to two amazing children, a blogger, and a writer, she wears many hats. With determination and strength taught to her by her mother, she has made it through many obstacles, always sticking with the family motto ‘pull up your bootstraps and get it done’. Writing is an adventure she could have never predicted but is enjoying the ride all the same. In her free time you can find Elle with a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Background noise is a must, usually in the form of her kids, but Netflix and country music on Spotify come in a close second and third.

About P. Marie

P. Marie lives in a small town outside of Boston where she was born and raised. She resides in the house she grew up in with her husband of 33 years and her two fur babies, Tek and Tessie. She is the proud mother of two adult children as well. While she is a corporate girl during the day, she has become both a writer and blogger by night. P. Marie says she owes her success to her mother who taught her that if you believe in yourself, you can achieve anything.

martedì 4 luglio 2017

EVENTO LETTERARIO: "Quel viaggio insieme"... a voi sulla Route 66 - Evento di presentazione del romanzo "Quel viaggio insieme", di Valentina Bazzani.



Buongiorno a tutti e benvenuti alla prima tappa dell'evento letterario dedicato al romanzo "Quel viaggio insieme" di Valentina G. Bazzani, uscito il 30 giugno per la collana Rizzoli Youfeel.
Innanzitutto ecco una breve presentazione del romanzo:

Titolo: Quel viaggio insieme
Autore: Valentina G. Bazzani
Prezzo: 2,99 €
Editore: Rizzoli - Youfeel
Mood: Emozionante

Sinossi:

Curz sta scappando. Lontano dal passato, da chi è stato, da chi non potrà più essere. Solo. Curz vuole stare da solo. Almeno questo è il suo intento fino a quando a una stazione di servizio incontra Natalie. Anche lei è in fuga. Incurante del caldo torrido di giugno e con pochi risparmi a disposizione, ha deciso di salire su un pullman e partire. Per andare lontano dalle promesse del passato, da chi ha amato, da chi non si fiderà più. E arrivata a un bivio cruciale della sua vita si chiede che cosa succederebbe se scegliesse l'altra strada, quella che tutti le hanno sconsigliato, la strada del cuore. Così quando quello sconosciuto si offre di accompagnarla a San Francisco, in California, Natalie decide di mettere da parte l'istintiva diffidenza che ha per gli uomini e concedergli di una chance. Un romanzo intenso, un viaggio tra amore, pericolo e avventura sulla più affascinante strada d'America.


E' un vero viaggio quello di Natalie e Curz, ma... un viaggio interattivo al quale potrete partecipare anche voi lettori! Come fare? Basta partecipare all'evento su Facebook, che troverete cliccando QUI!


Nel frattempo ecco qualche card del romanzo e un breve estratto/prefazione: