joi, 31 iulie 2014
O familie frumoasă și distinsă.
O insulă privată.
O fată vulnerabilă și îndrăgostită.
Un băiat curajos, plin de pasiune.
Un grup de patru prieteni, Mincinoșii, a căror prietenie se dovedește a fi distructivă.
O revoltă. Un accident. Un secret.
Minciună după minciună.
Citește MINCINOȘII. Și dacă te întreabă cineva cum se sfârșește, MINTE
BELZHAR ne spune povestea lui Jam Gallahue, care, după ce își pierde în mod tragic iubitul, este trimisă în Vermont, la The Wooden Barn, o școală-internat terapeutică pentru adolescenții care sunt extrem de inteligenți, dar foarte emotivi.
Acolo, Jam va lua parte la un curs exclusiv și misterios, unde elevii vor studia un singur scriitor; în acest semestru, scriitorul e Sylvia Plath. O temă specială îi trimite pe Jam și pe colegii ei într-un tărâm miraculos, pe care ei îl numesc Belzhar, unde trecutul este restabilit și unde Jam poate simți din nou îmbrățișările lui Reeve.
Primul volum al Trilogiei Constelaţii
Icarus e o uriaşă navă spaţială care călătoreşte prin hiperspaţiu cu viteză superluminică. Icarus explodează, iar Lilac LaRoux (fiica celui mai bogat om din univers) şi Tarver Merendsen (care, la doar 18 ani, este deja erou de război) sunt singurii supravieţuitori. O navetă de salvare îi duce pe o planetă pustie, unde găsesc o formă ciudată de viaţă ("fiinţele şoptitoare"), supusă unui experiment secret condamnabil, iniţiat de tatăl lui Lilac. Totul se schimbă după ce Lilac şi Tarver dezleagă misterul "fiinţelor şoptitoare" şi află că ar putea fi salvaţi. Dar nu vor mai fi niciodată aceiaşi tineri care au păşit cândva pe planeta pustie.
"O aventură palpitantă în spaţiul cosmic." - Kirkus Reviews
Cioburi de stele a fost recompensată cu cel mai prestigios premiu pentru science-fiction şi fantasy din Australia, Aurealis Award for Best Young Adult Novel.
De asemenea, se află pe lista lungă a finalistelor la Inky Teen Choice Awards pe 2014.
Cioburi de stele va fi adaptată pentru televiziune în cursul acestui an.
Va aparea probabil prin toamana.
Romanul a fost ecranizat în anul 2008 de Columbia Pictures, cu Michael Cera și Kat Dennings în rolurile principale.
suferinţa pricinuită de moartea soţiei sale. Din întâmplare găseşte un
mic portret în acuarelă care înfăţişează o femeie care seamănă izbitor
cu răposata sa soţie. Astfel începe o vânătoare obsedantă pentru a afla
originea acestei picturi. Urmează o pistă care îl duce mai întâi în
epoca victoriană, iar mai apoi în vremea lui Shakespeare. Peter comunică
cu spiritul Amandei, află adevărul despre propriul trecut şi descoperă o
carte care ar putea demonstra o dată pentru totdeauna că Shakespeare
este cu adevărat autorul tuturor pieselor care îi sunt atribuite.
Mia îşi pierde părinţii şi fratele mai mic într-un accident rutier, şi, cu toate că nu îşi aminteşte momentul impactului, ea îi poate vedea pe cei din jur şi pe sine.
Romanul este scris la persoana întâi, Mia evocă evenimente din viaţa sa, descrie ceea ce vede şi aude în spital, deşi nu poate simţi nimic şi este din ce în ce mai slăbită. Dragostea pentru cei rămaşi în viaţă şi pentru Adam şi pasiunea pentru muzica clasică vor determina alegerea pe care tânara o face la final.
"Dacă aş rămâne" atinge teme importante, despre viaţă, moarte şi despre cum totul se poate schimba iremediabil într-o secundă.
Cartea este inspirată de o tragedie reală.
miercuri, 30 iulie 2014
Title: Point of Redemption (Nordic Lords MC, #2)
Author: Stacey Lynn
Publication Date: July 30, 2014
SynopsisLies. Heartbreak. Betrayal. No one knew the devastation of those three words more than Faith Winston and five years ago, she endured every one of them. All she wanted was to feel safe and marry the very man who promised to love her and protect her, Ryker Knight. But growing up in the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, she should have known she couldn’t have a happy ending. Instead, her world became a nightmare. The bikers—her family—abandoned her, leaving her to crash without their safety net. Ryker Knight has spent the last five years consumed with guilt, running from the ghosts that haunt him. That is until his past catches up with him the moment his brother needs his help. Returning home to Jasper Bay, he’s forced to face the same ghosts he was running from. Only to find that the woman he loved is trapped in a hell of her own, entrenched behind enemy lines —and it’s all his fault. And even though Ryker’s life comes with priorities that he can’t – and won’t - turn his back on, he refuses to leave Jasper Bay until he’s found Faith. But will she want to return to the life she’s always wanted even if Ryker is no longer capable of giving her what he once promised?
Point of Return (Nordic Lords MC, #1)
About the AuthorAmazon Bestselling Author of the Just One Song series, Don't Lie to Me, Remembering Us and the Nordic Lords MC series. I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and organized manner. No joke.
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marți, 29 iulie 2014
Title: Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
Author: Kylie Scott
Publication Date: July 29, 2014
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
SynopsisStay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play. As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble. Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.
Excerpt“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?” “Nope.” “You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis. “Yes. I haven’t seen it.” Can’t find it anywhere…” “And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.” “Sure you haven’t seen it?” “For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low. I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth. He frowned. “No.” “That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?” “Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything. “Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better. “Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.” Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?” “Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.” “I’m not!”
The Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott
Lick (Stage Dive #1)
Play (Stage Dive #2)
Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
Coming January 6th, 2015
Deep (Stage Dive #4)
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About Kylie ScottKylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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luni, 28 iulie 2014
Author: Lyra Parish
Publication Date: July 28, 2014
This isn't your typical girl meets boy.
There isn't a glass slipper or Prince Charming.
I've lived it and now it will be told.
Welcome to my personal hell...
I once saved lives and now... I so easily end them.
Women are drawn to me like a moth to the flame, and like the moth not all of them continue on. Some are broken, others are damaged, and a few never make it out... but it's their decision to live. Only they often don't know that until it's too late.
F*ck the rules, I create my own in a world where I have nothing left to lose. Living is a game, and I'm the reigning champion by being stronger and smarter than my prey.
This is your warning. If you radiate vulnerability... Well, you could be my next victim. Don't try to hide. I'm not easily eluded.
It started with me and now it will end with me.
Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I f*cking laugh at the mention of the word.
Monsters have no control.
I've got plenty.
I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent.
I hunt the ones that deserve it, the real monsters, the ones without regret or a soul.
PrologueThe dream is always the same. A black van slows ahead of my sister and me as we walk home from school. When we pass, I hear the side door forcefully slide open and the hinges scream out in protest. Two men attack us. They grab us by our arms and their nails claw into our skin, causing it to break. We try to push them away and somehow manage to wriggle free. Then we run. We run like we've never run before, but they are always faster and stronger. When they catch up to us, one grabs my sister, pushes her down to the ground, and laughs. She bites his arm, leaving teeth marks and blood. This does no good though and only pisses him off. Then he slaps her in the face, yells at her, and threatens to kill her . . . but refuses to let go. They are relentless. I want to tell them that she is only ten years old, that she is no good to them, that she isn't even a woman yet, but a hand covers my mouth and an arm places me in a chokehold. My sister lets out blood-curdling cries, and all I know is that I need to save her. I kick my capturer in the knee, and he slams my body, then my head, into the cement until my vision blurs. I know I have a concussion from the brute force, but I continue to attack with everything that I have. No matter how hard I try, they take her. How can a twelve-year-old boy fight against men? He can't. I couldn't. When I think back to that day, I remember what the sky looked like after they pushed me down. It was blue like the color of the sea in Australia. Not often do I remember the sky in London being that color . . . or feeling so helpless. I'm often haunted by the look on my sister's face, and the sound of her screams and pleas as they shoved her into the van. I can still hear the revving of the engine as it hurried down the street like it was yesterday. That was the last time I felt fear. Those men stole more than my best friend and my sister. That day, they stole my soul. This time, I wake up dripping with sweat. Sometimes I am breathing rapidly or yelling, or my heart is racing so fast it pulls me from the nightmare. For the past fifteen years, I've been haunted with the memory of my sister's abduction. I used to blame myself for her having been taken. I no longer accept that burden, and I refuse to sit idly by. The underground darkness of London is at war with itself, and I've caused it. It will not end until the petty fucks that stalk my streets are destroyed. I will stop at nothing. Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I fucking laugh at the mention of the word. Monsters have no control. I've got plenty. I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent. I hunt the ones who deserve it—the real monsters, the ones without remorse or a soul. Sometimes people strive to be different, to step out of the fucking box, only to be misunderstood. The public doesn't understand me, but who really gives a shit? Who are they? Mice. They go to work every single day and spin the same wheel that gets them nowhere. Work. Marriage. Kids. Die. I search for adventure. I love control. When I find trouble, I make it my bitch. Most people call me Abbot. First name isn't needed. I truly believe there is power in a name. My friends respect me, my enemies fear me, and regardless of what I do, at the end of the day I am still a killer. Apparently, that's what defines me. Son, brother, leader of the Gang of London, protector, murderer . . . the only word that matters is the last one. Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage." If that's true, then where is my standing ovation for a job well done? Twisted fucks like me don't receive positive recognition. We don't deserve to be rewarded for ridding the world of horrible people, because being a murderer outweighs all the good. An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger, or blood for blood. What-the-fuck-ever. I'm not fucked-up from a horrible childhood, unless one counts my sister's abduction. Everyone tries to blame my life choices on my parents' guidance, but my actions are by choice. My mum and dad loved and supported me. They told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up, until I became what I am today—a cold-hearted killer. No one expected that one.
About the Author
Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.
Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains.
You can find Lyra's Weakness series here - https://www.goodreads.com/series/107613-weakness