19/08/2017

Opinião | After | Anna Todd

Tessa Young é uma jovem reservada e estável que sai de casa da mãe, uma mulher autoritária e preconceituosa, para iniciar os seus estudos na universidade, separando-se pela primeira vez do namorado de sempre, Noah, um rapaz doce e amoroso. Logo no primeiro dia, conhece a sua companheira de quarto, Steph, e os amigos desta, entre os quais Hardin, um inglês insolente, cheio de tatuagens e piercings. Rápida e inesperadamente, Tessa e Hardin iniciam uma relação intensa mas atribulada, pois ele é um bad boy que só arranja problemas. Tessa tem de tomar uma séria e dolorosa decisão: será que faz sentido trocar Noah por Hardin, desiludindo a sua super-protectora mãe e sabendo que a sua vida nunca mais será a mesma? A menos que... poderá ser por amor?

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Esta série, tenho de admitir, nunca me cativou, até porque sempre foi vista e falada como uma fanfic de uma banda pop. Sempre coloquei de parte a leitura destes livros. Fui preconceituosa, admito, mas o background que estes livros traziam não era dos mais apelativos para mim. Mas se consigo admitir que julguei um livro antes de o ler, também sou capaz de admitir que, para mim, foi uma leitura absolutamente viciante e vertiginosa. Não estava nada à espera de gostar tanto, apesar dos altos e baixos que vão ocorrendo durante o livro todo.
Este livro inicia a história atribulada e intensa entre Tessa e Hardin. 
Tessa é a imagem da menina bem comportada que vai sair, pela primeira, de debaixo das asas protectoras de uma mãe um pouco armada em fina e exigente. Vai para o primeiro ano de Universidade e vai ficar num dormitório pertencente à Universidade. É óbvio que Tessa tem um namorado de longa data, Noah, que nem só é talhado para ela como também é adorado pela mãe dela. Ele é carinhoso o quanto baste, nunca levando nada muito além da conta, é trabalhador e amoroso. É evidente que a ama, mas a meu ver, falta-lhe vivacidade, calor e aquela chama da paixão. Mas é bom rapaz.
Tessa conhece Hardin através da sua nova (e estranha) companheira de quarto, Steph. São tipo um grupo de amigos que já se conhecem há muito tempo e entre os quais existe aquela cumplicidade e confiança que só mesmo os amigos de longa data têm.
Se Tessa é o retrato da boa educação e das chamadas "meninas bem". Ou seja, não bebe, não fuma, não sai à noite, não veste roupas garridas nem reveladoras, não vai as festas. Só estuda e luta para cumprir o sonho da mãe em ser uma aluna impecável e irrepreensível que tem tudo controlado. Ou seja, é uma chata de primeira, mas por isso mesmo, adorei ver como ela, aos poucos, foi deixando de o ser e começou a ser alguém que pensa pela sua própria cabeça e que sabe responder a quem tem de responder quando a situação assim o exige.
Hardin por sua vez, é o retrato do mau caminho. Arrogante, cínico, mal educado e com ar de quem está revoltado com tudo e com todos. No entanto, é só com ela que ele age assim. Já ouvi dizer que do ódio ao amor é apenas um passo muito pequeno e acho que neste caso adequa-se perfeitamente.
Gostei imenso, e foi um dos aspectos que me prendeu à leitura, de como Anna Todd, vai avançando no tipo de relacionamento deles os dois de maneira a que tenhamos acesso à vida de Tessa antes e depois de Hardin, a todos os segredos e receios dele que, ao serem revelados, nos vai fazendo entender o porquê de muitas atitudes dele em relação a ela e a todos os demais. É muito bom ver Tessa a crescer interiormente e, ao mesmo tempo, conseguir fazer com que Hardin mude algumas atitudes e comece a pensar e agir como ele não conseguia fazer antes. Pelo menos, de vez em quando.
No entanto, fica a vossa pergunta de porque é que não atribui mais estrelas a este livro. Não consegui dar mais estrelas porque muitas foram as ocasiões que ficava tão chateada e furiosa, tanto com as atitudes do Hardin como pelas reacções de Tessa, que queria desistir. A meu ver, acho que algumas ocasiões foram excessivamente desnecessárias, não só pelo bem das personagens como pelo bem estar mental e emocional dos leitores.
Até ao final, consegui ver um Hardin emocionalmente instável e carente. Hardin tinha medo de se apegar emocionalmente fosse a quem fosse e isso fazia com que ele fosse, na maioria das vezes, rude e agressivo, mas, também consegui vislumbrar um rapaz que sabia e conseguia ser amoroso e deixar de lado todas as suas inseguranças e traumas. Todavia, e apesar de ser muito bom ter uma história de amor inesquecível, não gostava de estar na pele de Tessa e lidar com tudo o que constituía o Hardin.

Aguarda-se mais drama, mais trauma e mais momentos frustrantes no próximo volume :p

18/08/2017

Novidade Saída de Emergência | Edgar Alan Poe | Os Melhores Contos de Edgar Alan Poe

Saída de Emergência
Colecção: BANG
Data 1ª Edição: 08/09/2017
ISBN: 9789897730757
Nº de Páginas: 496
Encadernação: Capa Dura

Edição de luxo de capa dura, com 28 histórias de terror ilustradas por 28 artistas nacionais. 

Quem foi Edgar Allan Poe? Um bardo tocado pelos deuses ou nada mais do que um homem atormentado pela loucura e pobreza e que desapareceu misteriosamente nos últimos dias antes da sua morte?
As histórias que deixou para trás mostram como o seu génio literário não se detinha perante nada. Abriu novos caminhos de ficção e tornou-se assim pai de histórias de detetives, pioneiro na ficção científica, um mestre do suspense e horror.
Reconhecido como uma das vozes mais influentes e inspiradoras do século XIX, a presente edição especial convida-o a apreciar 28 dos melhores contos do autor ilustrados por artistas nacionais, dando a conhecer o legado de Edgar Allan Poe a novas gerações.

Book Blitz | Latte Girl | Katia Rose | Giveaway in the End


Latte Girl 
by Katia Rose 
Publication date: August 17th 2017 
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance

Hot coffee is a regular fixture in Hailey Warren’s life. Hot guys? Not so much.
Her grueling shifts at a cafe in the heart of the city’s business sector are rarely punctuated by anything special, so when the gorgeous heir to the security company next door strides into Hailey’s life, it feels like punctuation with a capital P (or D, depending on your preferred terminology).
Jordan Knox is enough to send her heart racing faster than a triple shot of espresso, and when the attraction proves to be mutual, no hidden corners or empty offices are safe from their game of cat and mouse.
But when she’s ready to drop the pretenses, Jordan continues to hold back, and Hailey realizes he’s been hiding secrets that could make whatever’s brewing between them boil over and burn.

‘Latte Girl’ is a full length, standalone novel, and the debut title from author Katia Rose.


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I manage to get my head out from under the desk, and find myself face to face with his crotch. 
Interesting development, notes my very unhelpful brain. 
I move my eyes from his crotch to his horrified face. 
“I’m— I’m not. A stalker, that is. I wasn’t hiding. I mean, I was just— wait. Let me get out of here first.” 
Wondering how I managed to get under the desk so quickly in the first place, I try to contort myself enough to escape. I scoot out with my legs still bent up to my earlobes and then try to haul myself to my feet by grabbing the top edge of the desk. 
This, of course, overbalances me and I reach out for the only thing I can find to keep me from falling, which just so happens to be the armrests of Jordan’s chair. I catch my balance with my arms braced on either side of him, our faces inches apart. 
A soft “Unph” sound escapes my lips. 
He blinks. 
“Hey,” he finally says. 
“Hi,” I reply, my voice breathy.
Katia Rose is not much of a Pina Colada person, but she does like getting caught in the rain. She prefers her romance served steamy with a side of smart, and is a sucker for quirky characters. A habit of jetting off to distant countries means she’s rarely in one place for very long, but she calls the frigid northland that is Canada home.
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16/08/2017

Book Blitz | The Wolf of Kisimul Castle | Heather McCollum | Giveaway in the end


The Wolf of Kisimul Castle 
by Heather McCollum 
Published by: Entangled Publishing
Publication date: August 14th 2017
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

Mairi Maclean is kidnapped on her wedding day by the enemy of her dead husband. Taken north to the water-surrounded Kisimul Castle, she is held captive in the name of retribution. But The Wolf of Kisimul Castle soon learns Mairi is not a docile pawn in this game of war between neighboring
Scots. Nor will she be frightened into walking down the aisle to wed the fierce Highland chief.

Alec MacNeil is set on revenge. When he finds his enemy dead, he takes his wife to replace the one that was murdered. An eye for an eye. A bride for a bride. But Mairi is more tiger than kitten and refuses to bend to his will. Set stubbornly against one another, the passion that flares between them threatens to tear Alec’s strategy to shreds.


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Her outstretched hand hit the tower of spiced cakes sitting on a table by the exit into the courtyard. Arching upward, she watched them topple. With it came the realization that she was not being taken to the chapel. “I said put me down.” She sucked in sporadic inhales as he carried her slung over one massive shoulder. 

He pulled his sword as they neared the dogs and lowered her feet to the ground. With a furious look, he raised his sword with the hand that wasn’t anchoring her to him. For an instant Mairi wondered if he’d slaughter the dogs, but he sliced through their ropes, freeing them. “If ye don’t walk, I will carry ye,” he said. 

“Who the bloody hell are ye?” she asked, her rose crown hanging before her eyes. She slapped it back and quickened her steps to prevent him from dragging her. On the other side of the garden gate, in the thick wall surrounding Kilchoan, sat two men on horses in a dense stand of young trees. They wore green plaids, making them hard to spot. A white horse with roses in its mane stood to the side of the pebbled road next to an unconscious man tied to the trunk of an oak. This was definitely not a foolish prank or loyalty test. She turned to Alec, a thousand questions on her tongue. What was happening? Who was he? “Why did ye kiss me?” fell from her mouth. Of all the questions, she’d chosen the most foolish of them all. 

“Ye kissed her?” the warrior with red hair asked, his eyebrow rising high. The other man scrunched his face. “That wasn’t part of the plan.” 

“The plan changed,” Alec said. 

“But the plan never changes,” red hair said, scratching his chin. “Unless it involves dogs.” As if on cue, the three freed dogs ran up to the horses, tails wagging. Some watchdogs they were. 

“I can’t believe he bloody kissed her,” the other man said, a grin spreading across his lips. 

Without another word, the large warrior hoisted her up onto his black horse and climbed behind her. He pulled her up against his hard chest. “I have a right to know who is stealing me away,” Mairi said, twisting to peer up into his face. A glint sharpened his steely blue-gray eyes. “Who are ye?” she whispered. 

Without warning he clicked his tongue, and his horse took off, making her turn forward to grasp the pommel. His lips, the ones that had made her question meeting Geoff at the end of the aisle, came up next to her ear. “I am Alec MacNeil, the Wolf of Kisimul Castle, and ye are Mairi Maclean MacInnes…my new wife.”
Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical and contemporary YA paranormal romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology from the University of Maine, much to her English professor's dismay. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, won the 2015 Readers' Crown, and was a 2009 Golden Heart Finalist. Ms. McCollum has twelve historical romances released in both electronic and digital formats. She also has three YA paranormal romances released in both formats.

When she is not busy writing and answering calls of "Mom", she can be found educating women about ovarian cancer. She is a teal warrior herself and slayed the ovarian cancer beast in 2012.

She currently resides with her very own Highland hero and three spirited children in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.

More information about Ms. McCollum and her books can be found at www.HeatherMcCollum.com.


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11/08/2017

Book Blitz | The Last Dragon Rider | Errin Krystal | Giveaway In The End


The Last Dragon Rider 
by Errin Krystal 
(The Wild Realms of Véneanár, #1) 
Published by: The Wild Rose Press
Publication date: August 9th 2017
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Trained as an elite warrior from childhood, the elven crown prince Flintathriël fights to bring a stop to a war that began before he was born. With the aid of his betrothed Sairalindë, a skilled mage and dragon rider in her own right, they must find the Book of Souls – an ancient and mysterious tome rumored to have belonged to the god Hath’Raal.

When the missing book turns up in the hands of Mnuvae, the bastard child of the dead king, Flintathriël finds himself fighting to not only save his people from this new threat but also trying to keep Sairalindë safe when Mnuvae takes over the dragons in her attempt to win back the kingdom she believes is rightfully hers.

The love Flintathriël and Sairalindë share shines pure and true, but when the smoke of the battle clears, will their hearts survive the aftermath of war or will their love become a casualty that cannot be revived?


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Errin Krystal is a fantasy romance writer who has been writing since she was a small child. Her head has always been full of stories. She began work on her first novel when she was sixteen.

She lives with her family in regional Victoria, Australia, and works as a chef. In her quieter moments, she loves to indulge her passion for storytelling, basking in the joy that comes from creating vibrant characters, fantastical worlds and all manner of magical creatures. Dragons and elves, mages and warriors, troubled princes and beautiful princesses, romance, magic, and adventure can all be found in her writing.
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She began wrapping the cloth tightly about her, binding her breasts firmly, criss-crossing the gauzy fabric around her torso and across her stomach, tying it off at her hip. She shimmied into a pair of leather leggings and reached for her foot wraps. To other races—like the dwarves and humans—the elves lack of footwear was strange. The elven people had strong ties to the lands, their magic and mystique were inexplicably linked. Even those who did not practice magic felt the connection to nature, and the elven people had maintained the practice throughout their long history. 
After binding her feet and leaving only her toes exposed, she tossed an olive green tunic over her head before quickly weaving her tresses into a thick braid. 
Sivath was waiting, and Flintathriël was late. Again. 
She was reaching for her leather jerkin when he finally appeared in her doorway. 
Arms akimbo, he slouched against the frame, all lean muscle and sharp angles beneath his leathers. Silver-white hair fell across his forehead, hiding the dark arches of his brows as he gazed at her with silvery blue eyes. The mop of hair barely touching his shoulders. His coloring typical of the royal family. 
Her gaze traced his tattoos. Sweeping vines encompassed runic symbols, curling downward from his bottom lip, winding and weaving their way down his chin and neck. She knew every line that twisted and spread across his shoulders, and across his back. Etchings that disappeared beneath his tunic and reappeared along his arms. She still remembered the day he received the markings, branding him Nuvian. The day she first gave herself to him, the day she truly became his.