martedì, dicembre 19, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ of The Secrets of life by KL Humphreys/ RELEASE BLITZ di The Secrets of life

Buon giorno, bloggers e lettori! Benvenuti al Release Blitz di "The secrets of life" di KL Humphreys, come sempre, la recensione sarà bilingue, per permettere anche a coloro che magari non sanno l'inglese, ma sono interessati all'uscita, di scoprire di cosa tratta il romanzo.


PREMESSA
Mi sono iscritta al Release Blitz di questo romanzo due mesi fa, ed è stato un onore per me poter conoscere quest'autrice inglese. Grazie di cuore a Love Between the Sheets per l'opportunità! <3

TRAMA (DA GOODREADS)
Qualche volta c'è solo un palo tra la sopravvivenza e il morire di fame. Questo è ciò che Jessica Hughes si ritrova ad affrontare.
A 21 anni si prende cura dei suoi due fratelli più piccoli e della sua bambina di 4 anni, mentre salda i debiti di gioco di sua madre.
La sua vita potrà sembrare orribile agli altri, ma Jess sa che potrebbe essere di gran lunga peggiore.
Poi, Hunter O'Shea torna nella sua vita e sgancia la bomba - un segreto che potrebbe distruggere tutto ciò che loro una volta avevano.
Ancora una volta, Jess si ritrova a raccogliere i cocci del suo cuore spezzato.
Troverà Hunter il coraggio di reclamare la famiglia di cui lui non sapeva di aver bisogno?
O Jess andrà avanti con la sua vita prima di dargliene l'occasione?

RECENSIONE
Non sono nuova a leggere libri che hanno come tema le spogliarelliste e il loro mondo, dopo aver recensito The Sex Tourist di Olivia Wild niente mi scandalizza più, anzi, posso dire che quel mondo ormai m'incuriosisce e mi affascina. Jessica Hughes è una ragazza di 21 anni che ha passate di ogni: è rimasta incinta dell'amore della sua vita a 16 anni, poi Hunter O'Shea se n'è andato, lasciandola sola; ha dovuto pagare i debiti di gioco di sua madre e persino nascondere il denaro che lei guadagnava facendo la spogliarellista al Pleasure Palace di Londra. Se vi aspettate il classico New Adult, vi assicuro che questo libro non lo è. Jessica non è una Tessa o un'Abby senza spina dorsale, lei sa cosa vuole e sa cosa deve fare per ottenerlo. L'unica cosa che ha a cuore è la sicurezza della sua famiglia, e per essa appunto è disposta a fare la spogliarellista. Man a mano che la storia prosegue, vediamo Jessica barcamenarsi tra il lavoro notturno, le faccende di casa e i suoi ragazzi. La sua infanzia non è stata per niente facile, e quando sua madre se n'è andata ha deciso di prendere lei in gestione la sua famiglia, poiché suo fratello maggiore Owen, che l'aveva fatto fino a quel momento, è stato arrestato e mandato in prigione per spaccio di droga. A dire il vero, in più di un'occasione durante la lettura, mi è sembrato di vedere Fiona di Shameless. Le due si assomigliano molto, in particolar modo le loro famiglie sono identiche. 

Un giorno Jessica viene chiamata a scuola dal Preside, e lì ritrova il suo ex ragazzo, Hunter. Il fratello minore di Hunter, Lewis, ha passato mesi a prendere per i fondelli Anthony (Tony) e Simon (Si), i fratelli minori di Jessica, alla fine i tre hanno fatto a botte e sono stati richiamati. Ma Jessica non è disposta ad accogliere il suo ex a braccia aperte, è decisa ad andare avanti con la sua vita, nonostante tutto. E questo la porta a conoscere, una volta che Owen sarà uscito di prigione, Richie. Richie è un ragazzo d'oro, gentile, ma la loro relazione non durerà molto. Cosa succederà? Jessica riuscirà a superare la mancanza di fiducia nei confronti di Hunter, oppure lo taglierà fuori dalla vita di Emme, la loro bambina? Per scoprirlo dovrete leggere il romanzo.

Il romanzo di per sé è stata una buona lettura, tuttavia c'erano tantissime ripetizioni dell'aggettivo "bloody", a un certo punto mi sono chiesta se la scrittrice non conoscesse altri aggettivi per descrivere fatti, emozioni o sensazioni. Ma questo è solo la punta dell'iceberg: l'errore più grave è stato senza dubbio la confusione tra il genitivo sassone e gli aggettivi possessivi, tante volte mi sono dovuta fermare a rileggere alcuni pensieri di Jessica - perché il romanzo è scritto dal suo POV, quindi tutto ciò che vediamo viene filtrato dal suo punto di vista. C'erano errori di editing, il più eclatante è stato quello in cui vediamo Jessica ricominciare a fumare fuori, nel balcone, e poi tornare dentro... Solo che la sigaretta che aveva prima in bocca è magicamente sparita. Ultimo, ma non per questo meno importante, c'erano tante, tante ripetizioni. Insomma, ho passato delle belle serate in compagnia di questo libro, ma mi ha un po' delusa. 

Vi saluto con una citazione tratta da questo romanzo, che vi invito comunque a comprare per poterne poi parlare nel blog:
"This kiss is everything, anger, lust, frustration and love, all rolled together and fuck if it isn’t just the best kiss I’ve ever had, I need more, (…)”
(Jessica Hughes)

xoxo,
Giada

BLOGTOUR OF A TWISTED LITTLE CHRISTMAS BY ANNALISE DELANEY

Hi, sweeties! Welcome to the Blogtour of "A twisted little Christmas" by Annaliste Delaney, hosted by Quill & Ink PR. Hope you like it! x

★✯ Blog Tour ✯★
A Twisted Little Christmas by @Author Annalise Delaney
Hosted by @Quill & Ink PR


BLURB
Facing a lonely Christmas Eve, Devin O’Hannigan accepts a stranger’s invitation to a private holiday party—hoping to score. But when the merriment takes a bizarre twist, he retreats by himself to call it a night… Until his attention is captured by a teary-eyed Santa in a very short skirt.



Holly’s quest to find herself again ends in a disastrous Christmas date, leaving her discouraged and alone in a town far from home. But when her date returns, angry and violent, she’s rescued by a gorgeous stranger—the kind of guy she once would have pursued. But that was before.

Seeking cheer but preferring anonymity, they embark on an innocent game playing the roles of old friends catching up. Without encumbrances, honest conversations uncover hidden desires. Sparks fly, directing them to an outcome they hadn’t expected and shouldn’t pursue. But will it thrust them into each other’s arms or leave them longing for what could have been?

lunedì, dicembre 18, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ OF UNDER THE MISTLETOE BY ARIA COLE

Hi, sweeties! What could be bettere in the holiday season than a smutty and sexy romance novel, sprikled with a bit of hotness? This is what you will find in this sizzling novel! x


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SYNOPSIS
As the head of ER at Snowpass Mountain Hospital, Aurora Snow hardly has time to decorate much less be wooed by every mouthy carpenter that lands in her emergency room this holiday season. But you won't find Declan Callaghan on Santa's nice list, and the devilish dimples and twinkle in his eye leaves Aurora wondering what it would be like to be at the top of this cocky carpenter’s naughty list.

Together, they’re the biggest natural disaster to hit this Rocky Mountain town, but that won’t stop Declan from trying to win the heart of the sassy, curvy caregiver that’s left a lasting tattoo on his soul. He’s going to have to move mountains to get Aurora under the mistletoe, but maybe a sprinkle of Christmas magic is all they need to find their way to each other, and to ever-lasting love.

Warning: Grab your jingle bells and hold on tight, Declan and Aurora are about to light up your holiday! Stuffed full of festive cheer, cheesy one-liners, Christmas confessions, and a lifetime of love, this classic love story with a dirty 
twist is sure to leave you wishing for your own cocky carpenter under the mistletoe!

CHAPTER 1
ONE

Declan
“Fuck!” Another roar rushed past my lips. “Doesn’t anyone work around here?” I pressed the towel tighter against my thumb, desperate to quell the throbbing. “Got time enough to put up these stupid-ass decorations, but no time for a bleeding man. Great emergency room response here. I’ll be sure to tell all my friends—”
“Hello, Mr. Callaghan, is it?” The curtain pulled away, revealing long, blond waves and a pair of iced-over blue eyes, trained directly on me. “So you’re the guy who’s been moaning like a dying cow back here.”
Both my eyebrows shot up, the incessant throb in my mangled thumb increasing another notch. “Pounding a nail through your thumb will do that, I guess.”
For the first time, my eyes dipped down her neck, over the soft swell of ample tits, a curvy little waist, and hips that looked perfect for digging my hands into when I—
“Can I get a look at the damage?” She stepped closer, eyes zeroing in on my aching hand.
This woman had more curves than a country road. Suddenly, the throb in my hand wasn’t as persistent as the throb in my dick.
I sucked in a quick breath when she slowly unwound the white towel, stained with dark slashes of red.
My blood.
Oh, shit.
My head swam as she discarded the towel and leaned in for a closer look. “That’s gonna need stitches.”
“You don’t say,” I blurted before I could put a lid on my mouth.
“You always such an asshole to people tryin’ to help you?” She shot me a glare.
“Well, I nearly bled out on the table waiting for ya. Isn’t the customer always right or some bullshit?”
She narrowed her eyes, the faintest hint of a grin turning up one side of her lips. “That’s in retail, so, no, that’s not a rule the emergency room subscribes to. Actually, we prioritize patients, and the elderly gentleman in cardiac arrest trumped you.” Her eyes were on mine again, mesmerizing in their depths. “And according to your intake paperwork, you’ve been here about four minutes, so I don’t think that constitutes bleeding out.” She took hold of my thumb to wrap it with a roll of gauze. “Are you always so dramatic?”
I shot her a cocky grin. “You’ve got a winning bedside manner—” my eyes shot to the name tag on her chest “—Dr. Snow.”
A soft grin ticked across her face at my words before she took a step back, cocking her head to the side. “My patients call me Dr. Aurora, and since it looks like I’m stuck with you for at least the next few hours, you’re welcome to as well.”
“No shit?” I settled a little deeper into the cot underneath me.
“No shit, what?” She pressed the clipboard to her tits, eyes holding mine.
“Your name is really Aurora Snow?” I didn’t believe it. I’d never met anyone with a name like that.
“Yup.” She began wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my bicep.
“Anyone ever tell you you look like that Disney ice queen? Ya know, the blond hair, the blue eyes?”
A soft huff pushed past pretty pink lips, and my heart nearly shattered like a fallen icicle. “The mean one? Nothing I haven’t heard before.”
She stood close as she waited for the machine to stop its incessant buzzing. I sucked in a quick whiff of her scent. Sweet, warm, like cinnamon hot chocolate on a winter day, she soothed my mind and made me hungry for something, way down deep.
I’d never met anyone like Dr. Aurora Snow.
“So how long am I gonna be holed up here with your sparkling personality?” I couldn’t help the dig. Something about the way she could take my sharp tongue drew me to her, made me want to demonstrate all the other things I could do with that tongue. The waves of pleasure cascading through her while she called my name at the top of her lungs.
“I’m off at eleven Nurse Harriet will be in after that—”
“Eleven?” I glanced at the clock hanging above the door. “It’s already nine.”
“Indeed, it is.” Her eyes glistened as they lit on mine. “Mind if I ask how it was you drove a nail into your thumb this time of night?”
I shoved my uninjured hand through my hair, thinking back on the hellish day I’d had. “Been on the worksite since six this morning, trying to get it finished before the holiday.”
“So you were at work?” She unwrapped the cuff on my bicep and set it aside.
I shook my head again, wishing to hell it was that easy. “Nope, left a little after eight and went straight to Mama’s house to hang up Christmas lights.”
A soft chuckle filled my ears. “You put a nail through your thumb hanging Christmas lights for your mom?”
“Seems so,” I grumbled.
“How sweet.” Her lips teased up in a smile. “Didn’t peg you for the festive type.”
I shrugged. “I’m not. I fucking hate the holidays, but hell if I can say no to Mama.”
“Well, you probably should have waited until daylight…also maybe on a day you didn’t work fourteen hours. You shouldn’t be so careless.”
“I know what I’m doing. I don’t need any advice from an—” Her eyes darted up, waiting on my next word. “Ice queen.” I winked at her.
She tried to stifle a smile behind her hand, but she failed, her cheeks pinking up the prettiest shade of red I’d ever seen.
A vision came to me of her spread underneath me, all that golden hair fisted in my hands, those lips attached to mine, and stealing all the air from her lungs.
“You work tomorrow night?” I asked, no longer giving a fuck if I ever got a stitch. My thumb could fall off for that matter, and as long as Dr. Aurora was in the room, I’d be just fine.
“That’s a probing question.” She averted her eyes as she tried to act busy. She wasn’t busy, just trying to hide her reaction to me. The way her thighs were shifting back and forth, how her gaze kept landing on my eyes, and everything in her expression again told me I was right.
“I can get a lot more probing than that.” I cocked a sideways smile.
“Are you always such a wiseass?”
“Just wondering what poor bastard is gonna be graced with your lovely personality next.”
“You’re a real…” She shook her head, no longer able to stifle her laugh.
“Bastard?”
“Cocky bastard,” she added, pushing that clipboard against her tits again before stepping away.
Hell, I wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. My stubborn ass began conjuring ways to keep her here. I didn’t give a fuck if she had a job to do. I wanted to be the center of her universe.
Aurora Snow might be walking away now, but not for long. Not if I had anything to do with it.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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. 

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xoxo,
Giada

COVER REVEAL OF HIS WIFE BY ASHLEY HASTINGS

Hi, sweeties! Here you can find another hot and sizzling contemporary romance by Ashley Hasting, hosted by Love Between the Sheets. Hope you like it! x

Title: His Wife
Author: Ashley Hastings
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 18th 

Synopsis
After the tragic death of his beautiful wife, Nathan Randolph is looking for companionship. Timid Darby Turner is twenty years his junior and inexperienced in love, confidence, and life.

This unlikely couple marries after a whirlwind courtship. Darby has fallen in love for sure, and Nathan encourages her to explore a dark sexuality with him. Moving to his majestic, Southern plantation home, Darby realizes she does not know her new husband at all. Soon Darby is competing with the memory of Nathan’s dead wife.

Can Darby win out against a memory, or will the past destroy her new love?



Excerpt
I saw papers spread across his desk. "I didn't mean to disturb you while you were working."
"This room is never off limits to you. You are always welcome here, Mrs. Randolph."
I flushed with pleasure at his words. He came closer and ran a finger down my cheek.
"In fact, you are particularly welcome right now." He was so bold that he squeezed my breasts with both hands, and I gasped.
"Don't be shy, Mrs. Randolph. I need you naked and ready to fuck." Nathan said these shocking words in a casual, off-hand kind of way.
"Now? Here?" My words were a little breathless in my surprise.
I was almost in a panic. I wanted to make the house feel like home, but I was a little intimidated about stripping bare in the middle of all this majestic grandeur. I remembered the paintings of Nathan’s ancestors I had studied earlier. There were a couple of portraits in this room, too. I felt like the eyes of those long dead were watching me, and passing judgment on my actions.


"Yes. Definitely now. Definitely here." He raised one arrogant eyebrow at me.
"Nate, I don't think this is a good idea…" My voice trailed off.
Without warning, he snatched me up and carried me to the big chair behind his desk. He positioned me on my stomach over his lap. I knew what was coming, and I was scared and delighted all at once. He pulled my pants down to my ankles, taking my panties down at the same time. Bare and exposed, I squirmed.
Smack! Smack! SMACK! The blows came hard and in quick succession. If ghosts were watching, they were undoubtedly scandalized.
"Nate, please! I'm sorry!" I protested loudly. It hurt, but I had the urge to giggle, too.
"What did I tell you happened to bad girls? What happens in this library?"
Nathan’s voice was stern, and his tone stopped my giggles.
"They get spanked, with their panties off." I sounded like a little girl.
I squirmed to get free, but I think I liked being his bad girl. From virgin to pervert, in less than one day.


About The Author
Ashley Hastings lives with a menagerie of animals, and one day aspires to be a crazy, old cat lady. She has a starter set of three cats right now. Ashley likes to take long walks each day while she dreams about what her characters will do in the future, and is already hard at work on her next novel.




xoxo,
Giada

COVER REVEAL OF SEX, LIES & DIAMONDS BY KRIS CALVERT

Hi, sweeties! Here you can find the cover reveal of the seventh book of the Sex and Lies Series, written by Kris Calvert. Hope you like it! x


#SexLiesDiamondsCoverReveal
Sex, Lies & Diamonds by Kris Calvert.
NEW Romantic Suspense coming January 18th!
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 BOOK INFO
Title: Sex, Lies & Diamonds
Author: Kris Calvert
Series: Sex & Lies
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: January 18, 2018
Graphic Designer: Jim Wilmink, Insignia Design


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ABOUT THE BOOK


















After eighteen months in the Mediterranean, newlyweds Polly Benson and Leo Xanthus can barely keep their hands to themselves. The Greek isles, sun and salty air has warmed their skin and their hearts, but each long in their own private way for a different life—a life where they never have to hide from the world and the mafia that forced them into seclusion.

The Marcello crime family is on the brink of going under. Major players have been killed or died off. Others have been put in prison to rot. With their revenue streams of heroin dealing drying up and the feds ever-present on their tail, aging crime boss Alfonso Balivino looks to steal a diamond owned by his one-time boss, Kostas Xanthus to fund the family. Because of the untimely death of Kostas’ grandson Leo, the diamond should be in the family safe in New Orleans at Jackson House. But when his son and grandsons break into the antebellum mansion in the heart of the Garden District nearly killing the caretaker Oscar, they find an empty safe and walk away knowing they’ve been duped.

Now, presumed dead but under protection, Leo and Polly will be forced to leave their unknown location and find their way home to New Orleans and Jackson House before the Marcello crime family murders their way through everyone they love and care for, forcing them and the four carat diamond engagement ring on Polly’s hand out of hiding.

But the diamond is more than a stone. It’s a puzzle. A password to something monumental. And when Polly and Leo discover the ring she’s been wearing is the key to riches far greater than anyone could imagine, the race is on—not only to keep everyone alive, but from potentially funding a crime family with billions that could fuel a heroin empire.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kris Calvert is a former copywriter and PR mercenary who after some coaxing, began writing novels. She loves alliteration, pearls and post-it notes. She's married to the man of her dreams and lives in Lexington, Kentucky. She's Momma to two grown kids and is also responsible for one very needy dog. When she's not writing, she's baking cupcakes.


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xoxo,
Giada

domenica, dicembre 17, 2017

RECENSIONE di Tredici di Jay Asher

Buona sera, bloggers e lettori! (Finalmente) Ho finito di leggere "Tredici" di Jay Asher e che dire, sono così sconvolta che non so se troverò le parole adatte per spiegarvi il senso di dolore e di sofferenza che mi è lasciato addosso, che mi è appiccicato addosso come l'umidità che c'è fuori da casa mia.

PREMESSA
Sapevo bene di cosa trattava questo romanzo, non appena l'ho preso in biblioteca. Sapevo che era forte. Ma non mi immaginavo che fosse così tanto forte. "Tredici" è un libro di denuncia al bullismo. "Tredici" è tante cose, e mi auguro di riuscire a mettere nero su bianco tutte le sensazioni e i pensieri che questo libro ha suscitato in me durante la lettura. Non sarà facile. E' stato un gran colpo a livello emotivo, questo romanzo. Eppure bisogna parlarne, proprio per evitare che avvengano di nuovo cose del genere. Proprio per sensibilizzare le persone a ciò.

TRAMA (DA GOODREADS)
Clay Jensen torna a casa da scuola e davanti alla porta trova un pacchetto indirizzato a lui, ma senza mittente. Dentro ci sono sette cassette numerate con dello smalto blu. Clay comincia ad ascoltare: le ha registrate Hannah Baker, la ragazza di cui Clay è innamorato da sempre. La stessa ragazza che si è suicidata due settimane prima. Hannah ha registrato tredici storie, una per lato, una per ogni persona che in un modo o nell’altro l’ha spinta verso la decisione di togliersi la vita. Ma lui cosa c’entra? Clay è sconvolto, vuole capire fino in fondo, scoprire quale ruolo ha svolto. Per tutta la notte, guidato dalla voce di Hannah, Clay ripercorre gli episodi e i luoghi che hanno segnato la vita della ragazza e che come tante piccole palle di neve si sono accumulati fino a divenire una valanga incontrollabile. Per tutta la notte, con la voce nelle cuffie, Clay si tuffa nei ricordi, nei rimpianti, e si tormenta cercando di capire cosa sarebbe successo se…

RECENSIONE
"Sono tutti degli innocenti. Finché non premono play."
Così dice la tagline del libro e della serie originale Netflix. Clay si ritrova davanti alla veranda di casa una scatola da scarpe, inviatagli senza mittente. E' nel garage di casa sua che Clay scopre che quelle cassette sono state registrate da Hannah Baker, la ragazza ci cui si è innamorato. Pur andando contro ciò che la ragione gli dice, decide di ascoltarle tutte quella notte. E mentre vaga per la città, seguendo le stelline segnate sulla mappa che la stessa Hannah ha preparato per la lista di Tredici persone colpevoli, in un modo o nell'altro, del suo suicidio. Man a mano che la storia prosegue, vediamo Clay reagire in modi diversi alle rivelazioni scioccanti che Hannah fa: dalla piccola presa in giro di Alex Randell in "Hot/Chill", un giochino stupido tra ragazzi in cui si dice chi è figo e chi no, fino a fatti molto più gravi come la rimozione di un segnale stradale da parte della perfetta Courtney Crimsen fino allo stupro effettuato da Bryce ai danni di Jessica. In una spirale discedente, Hannah rende i suoi lettori (e ascoltatori) presente che la valanga la sta travolgendo sempre di più, fino a farle mancare il respiro. Una valanga che le ha fatto mettere in discussione la sua stessa vita. Una valanga che l'ha sommersa, che non le ha lasciato scampo. Tutti, in quella lista, sono colpevoli di qualcosa. Tuttavia, nella sua stessa depressione, Hannah non è meno colpevole di quelli che ha messo in quella lista, perché non solo ha registrato delle cassette contenenti segreti scottanti su gran parte dei suoi compagni di scuola, ma anche perché si è premurata per farne una copia onde evitare che il segreto a cui li costringe non sia stato mantenuto. Vediamo Hannah prima vergognarsi del termine "suicidio", fino a quando, quando ormai ha deciso cosa fare, non considerare più tale parola come un tabù. Una generazione di ragazzi segnati dalla mancanza d'amore, incapaci d'amare se stessi e il prossimo, capaci solo di ferire le persone a spron battuto, senza minimamente tener conto delle conseguenze delle loro parole e delle loro azioni.

"Tredici" non è un libro facile da digerire, per niente. Come un utente su Goodreads ha detto, e con il quale concordo, questo libro dovrebbe avere un PARENTAL ADVISORY grande come una casa. Perché, se l'intento con cui è stato scritto era di sensibilizzare la scuola e gli amici di ciò che potrebbe succedere nella mente di un adolescente, altrettanto facile è che accada il contrario, ovvero che il suicidio venga romanticizzato. No, questo è totalmente sbagliato. Pensate ad un adolescente che scopre questo libro in biblioteca, e lo prende, proprio come ho fatto io. L'adolescenza è un periodo molto difficile, è forse il periodo più difficile della vita di una persona, fatto di molti alti e bassi e crisi esistenziali. Se una persona si trovasse questo libro tra le mani, non le arriverà mai il messaggio che Jay Asher voleva mandare. Anzi, penserà che per farsi fighi agli occhi dei più "in" basti incidere delle cassette e uccidersi. Quello che voglio dire è che bisogna leggere questo libro con un occhio di attenzione, sia da parte degli adulti, che da parte dei ragazzini. E' molto facile che passi il messaggio sbagliato, messaggio che secondo me Asher è riuscito a trasmettere. 

Perché quindi ho dato cinque stelline? Perché sapevo di cosa parlava il libro, e mi sono armata di tutto il coraggio che avevo e l'ho letto. Ogni pagina è una stilettata al cuore. Ogni pagina ti fa sentire come se ti avessero appena preso a calci nello stomaco. Perché sapevo che era un argomento delicato. Perché non sapevo, a onor del vero, che la scrittura di Asher fosse così scorrevole e facile da leggere. Quello che mi rimane, dopo tre giorni passati con Hannah e Clay e i loro compagni di classe, è un senso profondo di dolore e di tristezza. Hannah si sarebbe potuta salvare. Poteva salvarsi. Clay non mi è piaciuto molto come personaggio, l'ho trovato fin troppo infantile; mentre per contro ho trovato alcuni compagni di classe di Hannah fin troppo perfidi. Ma le superiori sono così, d'altronde. Ci sono le persone che hanno già maturato, quelli che stanno maturando, e quelli che sono malevoli con tutti di natura. Hannah era una persona sensibile, forse troppo delicata, ed è stata fagocitata dalle cattiverie di questo mondo. Questo, però, non l'ha resa immune dall'essere un po' cattiva di per sé. Quindi la caratterizzazione dei personaggi mi è sembrata convincente, eccezion fatta forse per Clay. Non sono d'accordo nel rendere questo libro una lettura obbligatoria, come si vociferava che le scuole avrebbero fatto il giorno della sua pubblicazione, poiché è un libro troppo duro e i ragazzi delle medie sono troppo facilmente manipolabili e volubili. Con questo non voglio criticare i ragazzi delle medie di oggi, voglio solo dire che forse, se proprio lo vogliono far leggere in classe, che venga fatta una sensibilizzazione come si deve all'argomento. Che i ragazzi che si sentono deboli o emarginati non vengano lasciati a sé, a soffrire in silenzio. 

Vi saluto con una citazione tratta da questo libro, che mi sento di dirvi di leggere con le pinze, con i dovuti riguardi in quanto prodotto di finzione, ma con una potenza tale capace di provocare un effetto onda d'urto se non trattato a modo.
"Se una canzone ti fa piangere, e tu non hai più voglia di piangere, puoi smettere di ascoltarla. 
Ma non puoi fuggire da te stesso. Non puoi decidere di smettere di vederti. O di spegnere il rumore che hai in testa."
(Hannah Baker)

xoxo,
Giada

venerdì, dicembre 15, 2017

EARLY EXCERPT TOUR OF THE LAST WOLF BY MARIA VALE

Hi, sweeties! Here you can find the Early Excerpt Tour of "The Last Wolf" by Maria Vale, a book that I've finished reading two weeks ago, and that I found interesting under many aspects. Have a good read!


Title: The Last Wolf
Author: Maria Vale
Series: The Legend of All Wolves #1
Pub Date: February 6, 2018
ISBN: 9781492661870

Synopsis:
For three days out of thirty, when the moon is full and her law is iron, the Great North Pack must be wild.

If she returns to her Pack, the stranger will die.
But if she stays…

Silver Nilsdottir is at the bottom of her Pack’s social order, with little chance for a decent mate and a better life. Until the day a stranger stumbles into their territory, wounded and beaten, and Silver decides to risk everything on Tiberius Leveraux. But Tiberius isn’t all he seems, and in the fragile balance of the Pack and wild, he may tip the destiny of all wolves…

Maria Vale is a journalist who has worked for Publishers Weekly, Glamour magazine, Redbook, the Philadelphia Inquirer. She is a logophile and a bibliovore and a worrier about the world. Trained as a medievalist, she tries to shoehorn the language of Beowulf into things that don't really need it. She currently lives in New York with her husband, two sons and a long line of dead plants. No one will let her have a pet. Visit her at https://www.mariavale.com/.

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EXCERPT

In which Tiberius eats dinner with the hostile Pack and learns that not everything that is small and cute and furry is a puppy

Upstairs, the screen door opens and closes with a slam. Orders are barked out, and heavy treads stomp back and forth between hall and kitchen. As the Pack passes the stairs to the basement, the complex fragrances of the dishes they’re carrying waft down to us. Benches start scraping across floors, and I push Ti’s extra clothes into a bag and push the man himself up the stairs.
As soon as we reach the hall, the smile I hadn’t even known I was wearing fades. The Alphas of every echelon are standing around the heavy hand-scraped tables, each one of them holding tight onto their seaxs, the sharp daggers that all adult Pack wear at their waist.
There are strict penalties for attacking a table guest, and John will kill anyone who tries, but edgy wolves are edgy wolves and not always in control. I am this man’s shielder, and I face them, my thighs coiled low, my shoulders squared, and my lips curled back from my teeth, so these wolves know that I will fight, even in skin.
Tock, tock, tock.
Behind me, Ti is not even facing the right way. He’s looking at the table, opening up casseroles with one hand, while flicking his spoon up and down against his bowl with the thumb of the other (tock, tock, tock). As though there weren’t a hundred evil-eyed wolves staring holes into his back.
He lifts a hand-thrown lid and sniffs the saag paneer. Another basket with bread. A selection of Corningware casseroles hold cauliflower and lentil stew; sun-dried tomatoes and fresh cheese; corn chowder. Pasta with herbs. Egg salad.
“So…you’re vegetarians?” Ti says to no one in particular.
“Not vegetarians,” John answers. “But not carrion eaters either. You are our guest,” he says loudly to remind all the wolves with itchy palms about our very ancient and very strict rules of hospitality, “and free to hunt anywhere on our land, but Shifter? You must eat what you kill.”
“John?” I whisper, pulling at his elbow, and he bends down. “His name?”
John scratches his graying beard for a moment before pointing to one casserole dish in Blue Onion pattern. “Tiberius?” he says, “My personal favorite is the cauliflower and lentils. Be sure to add some toasted hazelnuts.”
Someone coughs, but John has broken the spell, and the Alphas reclaim their seats. Though when they do, they seem to have doubled in size, their broad shoulders and thighs now claiming whatever spare space we might have squeezed into.
I bend my head toward one of the empty tables. Those too will be full when the Offlanders come home for the Iron Moon, but for now, we sit there alone, side by side. The Pack starts talking again, bent low over their food because our table manners at home are not all they should be.
Naturally, there is a lot of talk about Ti, and while no one will question John’s decision, it is one of the peculiarities of the Old Tongue that the word giest means guest and stranger and enemy, so when someone speaks of our new giest, everyone understands the double meaning.
Then John says that’s enough Old Tongue for now.
A handful of pups scrabble up the stairs from the basement storage. They’re chasing something, taking wide frantic turns around the room.
“Mouse,” I whisper to Ti. “They don’t last long here.”
“She didn’t take me down,” Eudemos complains loudly.
“I mean, I was still standing.” He hacks at the big loaf of bread with his seax. “Where’sa butter?
“I neber submided,” he insists, a pale-yellow crumb flying across the table. He uses his thumb to push the mouthful back in. “If what she did counts as submitting now, I think we should change the laws, thass all I’m sayin’.”
“Deemer?” says John.
Victor, our Deemer, our thinker about Pack law, crosses his arms and looks at the ceiling for a moment. “The law does say an opponent must be pinned down,” he says. “But while Eudemos was not down, he was very definitely pinned, and that is the more important part of the law.”
“Your Alpha agrees. The spirit of the law was upheld.”
And with that, Eudemos will not say another word about the matter.
The mouse finally caught, Golan trots up to John, followed by a roiling mass of fur. He lays his tiny prey at the Alpha’s feet. John looks at it, making sure the kill was clean and the mouse didn’t suffer, then he scratches Golan’s ear and wishes him good eating.
Suddenly, Ti jumps and lowers his hand to fend off a juvenile, who has her damp nose in his crotch.
“Rainy!” shouts Gran Moira. “Come here!”
Rainy cocks her head to the side and stares up at Ti before running off.
“Why do you have so many dogs?” Ti asks, his legs now tightly crossed.
Nooo,” I hiss. They’re not…” It’s too late. He didn’t say it loudly, but our hearing is very good, and one set of very good ears is all that’s needed. One by one, the Pack falls silent, appalled by what Ti has called our children.
Four fuzzy snouts peek over the arm of one of the fireplace sofas. Other pups glower down from the curved stairs that lead up to the children’s quarters.
Then the only sound is the brittle crunch of Golan’s sharp, white teeth.
“Excuse me, Shifter?” pipes a small voice. A ten-year-old girl with long, pale-brown curls, wearing shorts and a much-washed blue T-shirt with a picture of a pickle on it, scratches the back of her calf with a bare foot. “I am sorry I smelled your crutch?” she says, glancing back at Gran Moira, who mouths the word crotch with an encouraging smile. “But that’s what I said. ‘Crutch.’”
“It’s ‘crotch,’” corrects Gran Moira.
“Oh,” Rainy says, turning back to Ti. “I am sorry I smelled your crotch? I didn’t mean to be offensive. I am just in the Year of First Shoes?”
The Year of First Shoes is the first twelve moons in the juvenile wing, when you’re too old to scamper around and be fed tidbits from the table, and you’re too young to see even the remotest advantage to being human. It’s when we first wear shoes and clothes.

It is a terrible, terrible time.



xoxo,
Giada

BOOK BLITZ OF A TWISTED LITTLE CHRISTMAS BY ANNALISE DELANEY


Hi, sweeties! Here you can find the next hot book release by Annalise Delaney, hosted by Quill & Ink PR. Hope you enojoy it!

★★ Book Blitz ★★
A Twisted Little Christmas by @Annalise Delaney



BLURB
Facing a lonely Christmas Eve, Devin O’Hannigan accepts a stranger’s invitation to a private holiday party—hoping to score. But when the merriment takes a bizarre twist, he retreats by himself to call it a night… Until his attention is captured by a teary-eyed Santa in a very short skirt.

Holly’s quest to find herself again ends in a disastrous Christmas date, leaving her discouraged and alone in a town far from home. But when her date returns, angry and violent, she’s rescued by a gorgeous stranger—the kind of guy she once would have pursued. But that was before.

Seeking cheer but preferring anonymity, they embark on an innocent game playing the roles of old friends catching up. Without encumbrances, honest conversations uncover hidden desires. Sparks fly, directing them to an outcome they hadn’t expected and shouldn’t pursue. But will it thrust them into each other’s arms or leave them longing for what could have been?




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xoxo,
Giada

Evento culturale sabato 16 dicembre a Marzocca a sostegno dell'Istituto Oncologico Marchigiano


Buon pomeriggio, bloggers e lettori! Vi segnalo questo evento interessante e a scopo benefico, che avrà luogo a Marzocca, nelle Marche. Spero che voi possiate parteciparvi, io abito troppo distante :(

A Senigallia l’antologia benefica della Ass. Culturale Euterpe
Sabato 16 alla Luca Orciari di Marzocca


La nuova presentazione del ricco volume antologico curato dalla Associazione Culturale Euterpe di Jesi, interamente dedicato al mar Adriatico, si terrà il 16 dicembre a partire dalle ore 17 presso la Biblioteca Comunale “Luca Orciari” di Marzocca di Senigallia (Via del Campo Sportivo). In collaborazione con il Centro Sociale Adriatico, l’evento sarà imperniato sulla presentazione del nuovo volume benefico a sostegno dello IOM (Istituto Oncologico Marchigiano) che contiene circa duecento testi tra poesie e racconti di autori italiani e stranieri: Adriatico: emozioni tra parole d’onde e sentimenti. Significativa, infatti, anche la presenza di scrittori e poeti d’Oltralpe con particolare attenzione ad alcuni paesi dei Balcani e alla Repubblica d’Albania che, per mezzo del suo Ambasciatore in Italia, S.E. la sig.ra Anila Bitri, ha concesso il Patrocinio Morale all’iniziativa. Assieme a questo importante riconoscimento sono molti i comuni e le province che hanno positivamente considerato l’intero progetto rendendolo di nutrito impegno culturale e sociale dando i rispettivi segni distintivi quali Patrocini di riconoscimento. Tra di essi i comuni di Ancona, Pescara, Bari, Trieste, solo per citarne alcuni.

Dopo l’evento d’apertura tenutosi a Jesi il 3 dicembre scorso alla presenza della dott.ssa Maria Luisa Quaglieri, Direttrice dello IOM, ente destinatario dei proventi che deriveranno da tale operazione di diffusione, il nuovo evento troverà sede a Marzocca, ospiti di Mauro Mangialardi, Responsabile della locale biblioteca, che si contraddistingue per l’effervescenza e la qualità degli eventi proposti.

La serata sarà presentata dal critico letterario il prof. Vincenzo Prediletto e dal poeta Elvio Angeletti (entrambi membri del Consiglio Direttivo della Ass. Culturale Euterpe) e vedrà gli interventi del poeta e filosofo Valtero Curzi dal titolo “Un mare di cielo, tra fisica e metafisica” e del collaboratore della rivista “Euterpe” Stefano Bardi dal titolo “La pesca dell’Adriatico: storia e cultura”. Le letture saranno eseguite da Donatella Angeletti e Filippo Paolasini che si alterneranno agli interventi musicali del Maestro Caterina Serpilli della Scuola di Musica Vincent Persichetti di Falconara Marittima.

Nel corso della serata si darà lettura anche ad alcuni versi di Irma Kurti, poetessa albanese da anni attiva a Bergamo particolarmente fertile in campo letterario con numerosi premi e riconoscimenti all’attivo, Davide Argnani, noto poeta e scrittore di Forlì autore del celebre libro Stari mostdedicato all’abbattimento del ponte di Mostar durante il conflitto nonché direttore della rivista di letteratura “L’ortica” e Bogdana Trivak, autrice croata, presidente della Associazione Ad-Adriaticum, realtà di contatto tra le due sponde dell’Adriatico nonché una delle curatrici del volume assieme a Stefano Vignaroli e Lorenzo Spurio.

Ad arricchire l’evento saranno le opere fotografiche di Enzo Torelli che propongono una selezionata scelta di scatti dell’Adriatico e del Conero e la proiezione di foto storiche della Senigallia antica, sin da allora importante centro della marinareria.

Durante la serata sarà possibile acquistare la antologia corrispondendo una donazione libera e la stessa potrà essere richiesta, mediante invio a domicilio, anche mettendosi in contatto per mail, telefono o Facebook, con la Associazione Culturale Euterpe (www.associazioneeuterpe.com)



Info:
www.associazioneeuterpe.com
ass.culturale.euterpe@gmail.com


Tel. 327 5914963

xoxo,
Giada

giovedì, dicembre 14, 2017

COVER REVEAL OF THE SECRETS OF LIFE BY K.L. HUMPHREYS

Hi, sweeties! I know I'm a bit late, but this is the cover reveal of "The secrets of life" by K.L. Humphreys, the author "Deadly Hunt", "Deadly Obsession" and "Deadly Past". Hope you like it, it was programmed for December 5th, but I wasn't able to do it before!



Title: The Secrets Of Life
Author: K.L. Humphreys
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: December 19, 2017
Cover Design: Under Cover Designs

Blurb
Sometimes there is only a pole between survival and starvation. For Jessica Hughes, this is her reality.

At 21, she’s single-handedly supporting her 2 younger brothers and her 4-year-old daughter while paying off her deadbeat mother's gambling debts.

Her life may seem like crap to others, but Jess knows it could be worse.



Then, Hunter O'Shea walks back into her life and drops a bombshell - a secret that could destroy everything they once had.

Once again, Jess finds herself picking up the pieces of her broken heart.

Will Hunter find the courage to claim the family he never knew he needed?

Or will Jess move on before he gets the chance?



Pre Order Links
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2zRju3o
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2A8kQqz
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2zH7QJy
Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2A6x0QV
Other Retailers: http://bit.ly/2hFP4qL



About The Author
KL Humphreys was born in London, England but now lives in Ireland with the love of her life and her baby girl. In a way, the world has him to thank for her Debut Novel Deadly Hunt. After years of thinking about writing the story that had been dying to get out of her head, she finally confided in her other half. He gave her all the encouragement she needed to get the story out, he has been with her every step of the way.



K.L Humphreys loves music, especially pop, R’n’B and rap and if she’s writing you will find it playing somewhere nearby. She also loves all romance novels but of course, Romantic Suspense is her go to genre. When she isn’t writing it…it’s a good bet she is curled up somewhere reading it. If she doesn’t have a book in her hand, you might want to check to make sure she isn’t sick.




Author Links
Website: https://authorklhumphreys.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKLHumphreys/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/author_KL
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15376315.K_L_Humphreys
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kl_humphreys/





xoxo,
Giada

mercoledì, dicembre 13, 2017

COVER REVEAL OF SKY'S THE LIMIT BY ELLE AYCART

Hi, sweeties! Here you can find the next cover revel I've joined recently, it's about a book I can't wait to read! Hope you will like it too.



SYNOPSIS
Tired of waiting for her big break in the fashion industry, Sky Gonzalez, eternal part-time student and overworked retail drone, quits her job, sublets her New York apartment, and embarks on a semester abroad study program in Paris. Paris! Time to throw caution to the winds and jump-start her dreams. What’s the worst that could happen?

How about getting sent to the wrong Paris? As in Paris-frigging-Minnesota?

Bye-bye career dreams. Bye-bye glamour and haute couture. Hello flannel shirts, mind-numbing cold, zero bars on the cell phone, and socially challenged mountain men with tons of unruly facial hair.

So yeah, let the truck barreling her way hit her, please. Less painful.

Logan should have dodged the little lost waif and kept on driving. Who in their right mind walked in the middle of the road, dressed in white from head to high heels, during a snowstorm? Clueless city girls, that's who. Sky is all that Logan has gladly left behind: stylish, cosmopolitan, and a massive pain in the butt. He wouldn’t trade a single day in his quirky little corner of the woods for all the high-maintenance beauties the city can offer.

Too bad this beauty has been deemed a health hazard and quarantined in his house. Damn his doomsday-prepper neighbors and their paranoid emergency protocols. Now he has to keep Sky in and the pandemic squad out until the roads are clear. The question is, will that happen before or after Sky realizes she's under house arrest?

Ah, the best-laid plans...



Coming January 16th
Pre-order via iBooks now



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

Elle loves to hear from readers!

elleaycart@gmail.com

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xoxo,
Giada
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