Chloe By Design: Making the Cut

(ARC copy given by NetGalley)
Author: Margaret Gurevich
Publishing House: Stone Arch Books
384 pages
Publication:  1st July 2014
Review by Lady Entropy

For viewers that love Project Runway comes a series that puts fashion at the forefront. 16-year-old Chloe Montgomery has always loved everything to do with fashion. Clothes, accessories, designing–she knows it all. And when she finds out Teen Design Diva, a new reality series for aspiring teenage designers, is holding auditions in her town, she’s desperate to win a spot on the show. She knows this is her chance to finally get her designs noticed. But before Chloe can realize her dreams, she has to survive the competition.

I have to confess I liked the designs a lot more than I liked the story, but I suspect that was because of problems with pacing. Chloe was endearing and passionate and so I was, obviously, rooting for her to win, so my few issues with this book came not from the characters but rather how it was organized.

It’s possible that this book would have worked better if split into two, allowing for the first part to be Chloe preparing for the competition, and the second being the competition itself — instead, whatever little conflicts there were, they had to be diminished because the “big payoff” was still to come. Plus, the competition section felt incredibly rushed through, with multiple challenges happening on top of each other, characters being shipped off in hordes and with flimsy excuses to reach as quickly as possible to the top three – even if the book is 400 pages long and a good chunk of it was dedicated to the competition.

Plus, Nina, who was the closest thing to a villain, was barely a villain — the worst thing she did was steal a hemline cutter — and it was so very easily replaced that it wasn’t even a challenge. There were was no conflict, no drama other than the main character stressing constantly with “Can I make this”. She doesn’t change, she doesn’t grow that much. And that is a huge pity because Chloe is likeable, has a good relationship with her mother and her friends and the rest of her family.

Still, maybe the next book will come out and we’ll see Chloe at her internship and the book will feel less rushed.


The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet: Remakes Done Right.


(ARC given by NetGalley)
: Bernie Su and Kate Rorick
Publishing House: Touchstone
400 pages
Publication:  24th June 2014
Review by Lady Entropy

A modern adaptation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice based on the Emmy Award-winning phenomenon, The Lizzie Bennet Diaries.

When rich, handsome Bing Lee comes to town, along with his stuck-up friend William Darcy, things really start to get interesting for the Bennets—and for Lizzie’s viewers. Suddenly Lizzie—who always considered herself a fairly normal young woman—was a public figure. But not everything happened on-screen. Luckily for us, Lizzie kept a secret diary.The Secret Diary of Lizzie Bennet

provides more character introspection as only a book can, with revelatory details about the Bennet household, including Lizzie’s special relationship with her father, untold stories from Netherfield, Lizzie’s thoughts and fears about life after grad school and becoming an instant web celebrity.

This book is the companion book to the NetSeries (on Youtube) The Lizzie Bennett Diaries — which I had watched and loved. This is a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice, which, as a book and love story, I never particularly was a fan of, but I couldn’t help but ADORE in the video format. Maybe it was the actresses, maybe it was the writing, the fact is that I loved it, and this book helped to fill some of the gaps. Obviously that 5 to 10 minutes episodes were limited in scope, so the writers had to cut out quite a lot and just leave the strictly necessary — between episodes there was often a jump of several days or even weeks, and Lizzie would give a quick description of what had happened and move on — plus, there was always the awareness that she was talking to “real people” so it was easy to guess the character would hold back and keep some things secretive. Especially at the end of the story when her sister’s reputation is in danger, she keeps some details secret as the subject is clearly private and sensitive, so the audience is left to mostly guess what happens.
But this book presents the perfect reason to fill in the gaps, to add small details and make the main narrative awesomer. Lizzie has a quick wit, and she doesn’t try to make herself look good – she’s as critical to herself as to anyone else.

On the one hand, I admit, it kills off a bit of the mystique, on the other hand it does clarify and presents some awesome plot points, so I am glad I read it. Plus, it dubs very well as a stand-alone book, and a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice whether or not you have watched the WebSeries.

Still, I would recommend this to anyone with a sense of humour or who loves Jane Austen — and I would also recommend picking up the WebSeries to watch while you read — it’s free, after all, and definitely worth it.

Deadly Curiosities: The Human, the Gay Best Friend and the Vampire


(ARC given by NetGalley)

Author: Tim Waggoner
Publishing House: Angry Robot
464 pages
Publication:  24th June 2014
Book 1 of the Deadly Curiosity Series
Review by Lady Entropy

Welcome to Trifles & Folly, an antique and curio shop with a dark secret. Proprietor Cassidy Kincaide continues a family tradition begun in 1670—acquiring and neutralizing dangerous supernatural items. It’s the perfect job for Cassidy, whose psychic gift lets her touch an object and know its history. Together with her business partner Sorren, a 500 year-old vampire and former jewel thief, Cassidy makes it her business to get infernal objects off the market. When mundane antiques suddenly become magically malicious, it’s time for Cassidy and Sorren to get rid of these Deadly Curiosities before the bodies start piling up.

This book is a decent Urban Fantasy romp: girl with some powers needs to rely on stronger friends and allies to solve problems, while still remaining useful. It has several creature types, some truly scary and poignant moments, and manages to wrap it all up without making a mess of itself.

Unfortunately, I read it right after another, alas, far superior Urban Fantasy book so I couldn’t but be left with a sense of “meh” at the end. I am sure I would have thought far better of this book were it not for the unfortunate timing.

I can say it works very well as a light read, with a refreshing character who’s not supposed to be all-powerful or a bitch, that is not desired by all men that she comes across. She was sensible, smart, and a good person who (almost never) fell into the Too Stupid To Live category.

My pet peeve was the Sassy Gay Best Friend, who I felt was such a specimen of perfection and awesomeness (great cook, appreciates the arts, incredible smart, expert armed and unarmed fighter, with magical powers that dwarfed the heroine, incredibly attractive, sensitive and thoughtful to his lover) that I wondered why weren’t we reading the story from his point of view, instead. It felt that the writer was trying to compensate for something, or she was so afraid to be dismissed for writing a “bad” gay character that she had to heap all the awesomeness on him to protect herself.

And also, our adventurers tended to rely too much on magical artefacts to get themselves out of problems. No, literally, there is a “suit up” scene. I couldn’t but help feel that, in the process of increasing the stakes, the writer wound up coming up with a threat that the heroine simply couldn’t sort.

Funnily enough, the side and minor characters (like clockman and the hunter) wound up being my favourites and I would have liked to know more about them.

Blog Tour: Above the Noise by Michelle Kemper Brownlow [Bonus Scene+Giveaway]

Hey every one, despite the headaches and all I started reading this novel and I will be putting on the review tomorrow. Today here is a bonus scene to start the Blog tour 🙂 The giveaway is right in the end of the post so be patient ^^ Thanks to Book plug promotions


Becki Mowry’s journalism expertise keeps her busy as she spends her waking hours filling a calendar with gigs and public appearances for her boyfriend’s up and coming band, Alternate Tragedy. Radio interviews and TV spots result in sold out concerts and rowdy groupies hot for her guy; lead singer, Calon Ridge. But, as fame would have it, their time in the limelight also brings sabotage, rumors and false accusations. Becki and Calon try to stay steadfast on a personal journey that takes them to the depths of fear and uncertainty. And finally, the rug is pulled out from under the band when they must make a transition they never dreamed they’d be faced with.In this third book of the In Too Deep series, Becki and Calon struggle to find balance as they navigate their new relationship while living amid the rock world’s nocturnal chaos. But when life’s unexpected obstacles come out of nowhere, they focus on finding their own private solace Above the Noise.



Bonus scene


    My body burned with desire as I imagined her body pressed against mine. She was all I wanted. When her lips moved against mine in a sultry dance of tongue and flesh, all I could think about was being inside her. She exhaled my name against my mouth and raked her nails across my back — I needed to stop daydreaming because we were in public.
It was a thirty-three hour trip from Knoxville to Los Angeles and we’d decided to drive straight through. Spider drove and Manny and Bones switched off and on for shot gun. Becki and I had taken up residence in the back bench seat of Spider’s van. We were on our one of many stretch-your-legs-and-piss stops after hitting traffic heading into Bullhead City, Arizona. Apparently it was their annual River Regatta weekend and we could either sit in highway traffic or pull off into one of their shuttle parking lots and enjoy the festivities and finally grab some food that wasn’t drive-thru crap.
I leaned back against the picnic table I was told to save while everyone got their food. I sucked in a deep breath and took in the view. Becki stood in line at a lemonade stand not more than twenty feet from me. I watched the gentle breeze lift the very bottom of her short strapless sundress. I prayed for gale force winds but none came. Everything about her was gorgeous. From her long golden-brown hair that curled at the ends to her etched collarbones that drew my eyes down to her cleavage. I couldn’t keep my thoughts under control.
Becki and I kissed for the first time the night before we left Knoxville which was well over thirty hours ago and I was dying to kiss her again. But, I was told kissing in the van with the guys around would be in bad taste. So, it was definitely inappropriate for us to do what I wanted to do in the back seat of the van as we made our way west. I wasn’t sure my balls had ever been this shade of blue.
Baseball. Baseball. Baseball.
“Hey, handsome. You look so pensive. What’s going on inside that creative mind of yours?” I glanced up into the sun just as she blocked it with her beautiful face, then sat down on my lap. So much for distracting myself from how attracted I was to her. She wiggled her hips on my thigh, smiled, and seductively slid the straw between her lips.
Good lord.
“I was watching you and thinking about how—“ I wasn’t sure how I was going to finish that sentence when Bones interrupted my thoughts.
“Guys! Guys!” Bones was carrying a tray of food and barreling toward us at a pace that had me concerned he wouldn’t be able to stop. “Look! Gator-on-a-stick! There’s a stand over there by the main stage!” And with that, he tripped and everything on his tray spilled down the front of Becki and all over my legs.
Becki shrieked and shot off my lap. She stood, mouth agape, shaking her head and looking back and forth between the gristle and grease dripping down her chest and Bones.
“Uh, um. Becki. I’m so, so sorry.” He slowly slinked backwards, preparing to use the tray as a shield if he needed to. His eyes were as wide as saucers and his body turned away but he kept a close eye on her over his shoulder as though he was afraid for his life. “I’ll go get you some napkins. Shit. I’m so sorry.” And then he ran. Fast.
The next ten minutes was a flurry of napkins, bottled water and a lot of swearing. Becki was beautiful but she had a mouth like a sailor if you doused her in meat juice. But whether he was holding fresh napkins or bottles of water, every time Bones inched toward her, she’d scream obscenities and he’d slink back toward the picnic table.
“I have to shower. I can’t breathe. Every time I breathe, I smell dead things.” She turned her head and tried to sneak a breath or two that didn’t smell like gator.
“Becki, we are at a festival and our home is a van until we get to LA. You can’t shower.” Spider tried very hard to hold in his laughter so as not to get on Becki’s bad side…ya know, the side Bones was on.
“I don’t care if I have to strip down in the rest room and climb into the sink. I need to get this shit off me! I smell like MEAT!” She stomped a couple times, stuck out her bottom lip and looked up at me with her hands fisted at her sides. She was adorable.
“I have an idea.” I took her by the hand, told the guys to find something she could use as a towel and then head to the place I pointed out when we pulled down the long lane to the lake. Becki grumbled and cursed the whole way. I was sure she was casting spells on Bones.
“Calon, where are we going? There could be snakes in these tall weeds.” She looked around nervously.
“Relax. I’ll protect you.” I said it all goofy-like hoping to see her smile. It worked.
“If you can protect me and find a way to get this sticky stench off me, you will be rewarded generously.” She winked and raised one eyebrow.
“Your bath awaits.” I pushed aside the thin branches of some brush and opened up a space for her to see a deep pool of water hidden within a small grove of trees.
She bounced up and down and clapped then looked around to see if anyone had spied us. She kissed me on the cheek and gripped me by the shoulders. She turned my back to the trees.
“You can’t look.” She grabbed my forearm and pulled it out perpendicular to my body. “Keep your arm like this to hold my clothes. If they hit the ground, I’ll kill you.”
“Got it.” I smiled and rolled my eyes. She hung the strap of her sandals over my fingers. I shook my head. She was about to get naked and she was expecting me not to look. I wanted to be respectable. I wanted her to be able to trust me this much but I so wanted to see what was beneath that sweet little sundress.
“Your generous reward is void should you steal a glance.” Her voice was sultry. She stood behind me and pressed her body into my back. “Promise me you won’t look.”
“I promise.” I was surprised by her adamant request because the Becki I’d been accustomed to seemed brazen and daring. But over the last couple days, something had changed between us and she was more private and even a little shy which was incredibly sexy.
“Thanks.” She laid something across my arm. I heard her take a couple steps and then there was a splash. She giggled and squealed at the cool temperature of her own little hidden oasis.
When I looked down and saw her tiny little sundress hanging over my arm goosebumps raised all over my body. And that’s when it hit me. I was only holding shoes and a dress. Nothing. Else. Holy Hell, she was going commando under that short dress. I closed my eyes and talked myself into remaining honorable and not peeking. I took a couple deep breaths but kept my eyes closed as a means to help with my resolve. I lost track of time as I stood and listened to her quiet moans and splashes as she cooled off and scrubbed away the stench of what Bones spilled on her.
“Oh shit, Cal.” Bones spoke slowly.
My eyes flew open and caught Bones gawking. My hands shot out in front of me and made contact with his chest and he and Becki’s dress and shoes hit the ground.
“CALON! Did you just let my dress touch the ground?!”
“You did NOT just sneak a peek at Becki naked!” I glared at him as he stood back up and brushed the dirt from his ass. I was ready to throttle him for the first time in our lengthy friendship.
“Shit, Cal! No! I didn’t get to see her knockers… but they did!”
I heard movement in the water and a gasp that came from what sounded like multiple people, not just one Becki. I turned and saw a bunch of shirtless guys standing on a berm just beyond the deep pool Becki had been bathing in. I yelled her name so she would be aware of her onlookers as well.
“CALON! You promised! BONES!” Becki’s voice was shrill and her annoyance was palpable. She only saw me and Bones but not her peeping Toms.
“Becki! I didn’t peek! I swear!” I tipped my head back so she could see I was diverting my gaze. I really didn’t see anything. I didn’t have time to. I was stunned by the number of guys silently gawking, my eyes hadn’t left their shit-eating grins.
“Oh, he looked Becks. He looked you all up and down. I saw it with my own eyes.” Bones nodded.
“I did not! Come on, man!” I turned back around so Becki didn’t think I was trying to steal a wayward glance.
Bones chuckled and took off running toward the guys staring at Becki. “Hey! Get outta here you assholes! This isn’t a peep show! This was a private viewing! Go! Git! Go get your own naked girl. This one’s ours!”
“Bones! Man, she’s gonna kill you.” I squeezed my eyes closed. I was trying my damnedest to keep my word. But it was so difficult knowing she was naked and wet right behind me. Dripping. Wet.
“No, you’re gonna kill me.” I wasn’t sure what Bones meant by that but I didn’t even have time to question him. His hands hit my chest and I was falling backwards. My back hit the water with a loud slap and I quickly sucked in a deep breath before I went under. I flailed a little, got my feet under me and stood, all the while keeping my eyes closed like a perfect gentleman.
“Funny, Bones. Nice one.” I waited for a comeback. Bones always had a comeback.
“Becks?” I spun slowly and tried to get a feel for where she was.
I peeked out of one eye and found myself alone in the little pool of water. I scrambled to the bank and pulled myself up with the exposed roots of the trees that had parted for our entrance to what was a private little hideaway. Bones and a fully-clothed Becki were headed back to the festivities. He carried a towel and her soiled dress.
“HEY! Wait! Bones! Did you see her naked?” I shook the water from my hair and wrung out my t-shirt. “Becki! How did you get your clothes without him seeing you? Wait! Guys! Wait up!”
“Now, who’s the gentleman, Cal? Huh? Looks like you might have some competition. Looks like your girl may be diggin’ some Bones.” Bones threw his arm in the air and flipped me the bird. He chortled and dropped his arm across Becki’s shoulders.
Becki turned to me, flashed me a smile that stole my breath. She winked, blew me a kiss, but kept walking.
Michelle Kemper Brownlow has been a storyteller her entire life. Her debut was on the high school cheerleading bus granting requests to re-tell her most embarrassing moments for a gaggle of hysterical squadmates.
Earning her Bachelor’s degree from Penn State University in Art Education and then marrying her very own “Jake,” she moved to Binghamton, NY where she taught high school. After having two children she quit work and finished her Master’s degree in Elementary Education at Binghamton University.The Brownlow family of four moved to Michelle’s hometown of Morgantown, PA while the children were still quite young. A few years after moving, her family grew by one when they welcomed a baby into their home through the gift of adoption. The family still resides in PA, just miles from where that high school cheer bus was parked.

Michelle has been an artist for as long as she can remember, always choosing pencils and crayons over toys and puzzles. As a freelance illustrator, her simple characters play the starring roles in numerous emergent reader books published by Reading Reading Books.

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A culpa é das estrelas

A Culpa é das Estrelas
John Green
256 páginas
Edições ASA

Bem só demorei um ano até pegar no livro…
Num artigo recente foi dito que os adultos que gostavam de ler livros Young Adult deviam de ter vergonha por estes livros não serem para um público mais adulto. No entanto, livros como Hunger Games e The Fault in our stars conseguem transbordar a etiqueta de Young Adult e tratar de temas que são universais e intemporais.

O tema da efemeridade da vida e o quão frágil o ser humano pode ser não é algo que confronte os jovens de hoje em dia quase semi-despreocupados. Ser jovem é ter o mundo com os braços abertos à espera que os sonhos se realizem e raramente pensam que algo mais pode acontecer. A culpa é das estrelas ainda que tenha um toque bastante leve e bem-humorado no início, passa a mensagem que um dia todos desaparecemos (uns mais cedo que outros) e que podemos fazer algo de importante com as nossas vidas de forma a não cairmos no esquecimento.

Aparte das personagens e da plot em si, o que fica de A culpa é das estrelas são as diversas mensagens e lições para os adolescentes reflectirem. Se pensarmos bem, é um bocado chocante lidar com a morte tão cedo, mas apesar de tudo a vida é mesmo assim e a idade da inocência encontra-se cada vez mais esbatida ao ponto de adolescentes serem chamados jovens adultos (talvez um retorno da ideia pré-vitoriana que as crianças não eram mais que adultos em ponto pequeno).

A culpa é das estrelas é um livro que transmite emoção, sentimentos fortes e talvez seja o primeiro contacto de alguns adolescentes com os temas acima referidos, o que resultará em lágrimas, sentimentos de revolta por o mundo ser, na verdade, um lugar cruel e injusto.


Apesar do milagre da medicina que fez diminuir o tumor que a atacara há alguns anos, Hazel nunca tinha conhecido outra situação que não a de doente terminal, sendo o capítulo final da sua vida parte integrante do seu diagnóstico. Mas com a chegada repentina ao Grupo de Apoio dos Miúdos com Cancro de uma atraente reviravolta de seu nome Augustus Waters, a história de Hazel vê-se agora prestes a ser completamente rescrita. PERSPICAZ, ARROJADO, IRREVERENTE E CRU, A Culpa é das Estrelas é a obra mais ambiciosa e comovente que o premiado autor John Green nos apresentou até hoje, explorando de maneira brilhante a aventura divertida, empolgante e trágica que é estar-se vivo e apaixonado.

John Green é autor de vários bestsellers do New York Times, e de entre os muitos prémios que recebeu destacam-se o Printz Medal, um Printz Honor e o Edgar Award. Foi por duas vezes finalista do LA Times Book Prize.

A GIRL WALKS INTO A WEDDING: Your Fantasy, Your Rules


Title: A GIRL WALKS INTO A WEDDING: Your Fantasy, Your Rules
Genre: Erotica
By Helena S. Paige
Release Date:  5/27/2014


The wedding has just begun and every decision you make can leave you satisfied… or craving more in this funny and sexy novel in which you make the rules…
YOU are invited to a wedding. As you try on what must be the ugliest bridesmaid dress (and that is saying a lot) you realize so much can go wrong with this event. Your best friend needs to know NOW if you are bringing a date. So what is a girl to do? Do you bring the sexy guy you have only gone on one date with, or do you brave it and go alone?
In this novel, you make the decisions. Will your dream date turn out to be a dud? Will the best man find a way under your ugly dress? Will the bachelorette party end with a bang or a fizzle? Will the wedding even happen at all? Will your decision leave you pleasantly satisfied or disappointed and yearning for more? All of these experiences are awaiting you at the beautiful country estate. Now all you must do is choose…

It’s your fantasy. Your rules.
The choice is all yours. . . .
Your best friend is getting married and she’s asked you to be a bridesmaid. You have so many decisions to make. . . .

Do you ask the gorgeous but mysterious man you just met to come as your date?
Or do you go solo?

Once the wedding weekend gets under way, will you ditch your date? Get down and dirty with the hot DJ? Dodge the disreputable best man?

Or perhaps the rugged pilot you meet in the bar will open up unexpected erotic opportunities—and who knew the maid of (dis)honor had such a sultry streak?
You also have to navigate through the bachelorette party, the bride’s wedding jitters, the dress from hell, and more. Perhaps the most tempting option is to flee the entire affair with a tall, dark stranger . . . or maybe an old friend who could surprise you with a sizzling encounter.

You make the decisions—a wild ride is guaranteed.

Here’s a brief excerpt—it’s hard to give you more, because of the interactive nature of the text. However, there is an app available for 5 excerpts from the book that simulate the choose your own experience. I’d love it people could post about it, too:


Dear Reader,
This isn’t a regular novel with a set beginning, middle and end. This is your story, and you’re in charge. Of your life, your sexuality, your fantasies.
So here’s how it works: at the end of every scene, you’ll be given a choice, with instructions to turn to the page that corresponds with your selection. It’s simple: YOU pick what you want to do, where you want to go, who you want to be with. There are no right or wrong decisions. Just keep turning or clicking through to the pages, and you’re guaranteed a wild ride that you shape and control.
Wondering “what if”? Want to try something different? Unlike in life, here you can press the “reset” button. Just click or flip back the pages to the previous fork in the road, pick something different, and head out on a new adventure.
Because remember: it’s your fantasy, your rules.
S. Paige

All women know that bridesmaids’ dresses are a secret plot of the devil. No matter how much your best friend, sister or cousin promises she will not dress you up as The Bride of Frankenstein on Disco Night, odds are you’ll be walking down the aisle swathed in the kind of fabric used to upholster sofas, in the one color designed to make you look jaundiced.
But you’re not feeling any pre-bridesmaid’s dress fitting panic today. Jane is your oldest friend in the world, and you know she’d never expect you to wear a monstrosity. You’ve seen pictures of what she has in mind for you – a tasteful slip-dress in a harmless dark-blue satin.
‘Champagne?’ a shop assistant asks, holding out a tray of glasses, the bubbles racing to pop out of the top of each glass. ‘Yes please,’ says Cee Cee, Jane’s older sister and maid of honor, appearing beside you and taking a glass. Cee Cee adores weddings – in fact, as a wedding
planner, she makes a living out of them. You’re a little worried she might be infecting Jane with too much bridezilla hysteria and over-the-topness – most of the events she presides over make the last royal wedding look like an elopement followed by a piss-up in the local pub – but you have to admit, she’s a great organizer.
‘Have you seen Jane’s dress?’ you ask, sinking into one of the luxurious armchairs set in front of a wall of mirrors and a little podium, designed for optimum dress viewing. ‘Not yet! But I can’t wait,’ Cee Cee says, settling down in the chair next to yours, eyes shining. ‘And you will just die when Jane tells you about my idea for the bridesmaids’ dresses!’
That sounds rather alarming. You’re about to ask for details, but then Jane steps out of the dressing room, closely followed by a mountain of fabric, the bridal shop proprietor fussing over the train of the dress.
‘Oh my God, Jane!’ you say.


Helena S. Paige is the pseudonym of authors Helen Moffett, Sarah Lotz and Paige Nick.
PAIGE NICK is an author, award-winning advertising copywriter and columnist, she has a weekly column in the Sunday Times, which covers everything from sex to dating and general lunacy.
HELEN MOFFETT wears many hats: freelance writer, editor, researcher, trainer, academic and flamenco fan.
SARAH LOTZ is a screenwriter and novelist with a fondness for fake names.. She writes urban horror novels under the name S.L. Grey with author Louis Greenberg and a YA pulp-fiction zombie series with her daughter, Savannah, under the pseudonym Lily Herne.




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Direitos de Sangue

17222254Direitos de Sangue
(A casa das Comarré #1)
Kristen Painter
376 páginas
Lua de Papel





Aconteceu-me uma coisa que nunca antes me tinha acontecido: a meio do livro deu-me um “vipe” de inspiração para escrever fantasia urbana. Houve algo na escrita de Painter que activou algo no meu cérebro e levou-me a escrever passado meses de nada.

A escrita de Painter até pode não ser nada de especial, mas o mundo construído e desenvolvido pela autora aliado a personagens cativantes e um enredo que mantém o suspense, acção e romance em doses certas servem para cativar o leitor para o segundo volume, publicado pela ASA.

Chrysabelle esconde no corpo as marcas douradas e os segredos das comarré – uma raça especial de humanos criada para alimentar a elite de vampiros nobres com o seu sangue rico e poderoso. Continue reading

Ligeiramente perverso

20839914Ligeiramente Perverso
(Bedwyn Saga #2)
Mary Balogh
368 páginas
Edições ASA

DISCLAIMER: Não li nenhum dos livros anteriores a este da mesma série.

A família Bedwyn está de volta.

Neste segundo volume, Balogh traz-nos uma história de paixão e sedução através de dois protagonistas adoráveis que conseguem sem quaisquer problemas manusear uma plot que poderia ser previsível. Apesar de tudo, Balogh consegue safar-se bastante bem nos acontecimentos, tecendo uma narrativa com vários momentos de tensão, paixão, erotismo e um pouco de contos de fadas. Continue reading

Vertigem de paixão

17664563Vertigem de paixão
Elizabeth Hoyt
Editora: Quinta Essência
Lido em ebook
Publicado em Abril de 2013

O segundo livro da série “A lenda dos quatro soldados” não desaponta, embora o meu favorito seja o terceiro para já. A história tem um pouco de erotismo e a protagonista, Melisandre, é uma mulher bastante corajosa, tanto nas atitudes que tem para com o marido como para os outros. Desde o início é ela que molda a história e a forma como ela se desenvolve, sendo que neste segundo livro a subplot do que aconteceu em Spinner’s Fall fica um pouco para segundo plano.
O foco principal está na relação entre Lord Vale e Melisandre – enquanto ele foi abandonado no altar e viu o seu primeiro noivado ser cancelado, Lord Vale acha que não tem sorte nenhuma no amor… ou então é a palavra “casamento” que não gosta dele. Quando Melisandre propõe que eles se casem, bom é normal que ele receie que ela vá fugir com alguém, mas à terceira é de vez e para mal dos seus pecados Lord Vale casou-se com uma mulher que lhe enche as medidas, mesmo que ele seja na maioria das vezes um idiota para ela. Continue reading

Vencedora do Passatempo SdE: Mulher solteira procura vingança

Bom dia, depois de muito reflectir e analisar as respostas, decidimos que o justo vencedor do passatempo Mulher solteira procura vingança foi a …. Filipa Monteiro (16):

A melhor vingança é… castigá-lo pelas pequenas coisas… o tampo da sanita no ar… a pasta de dentes espremida até ao fim, apenas com um bocadinho e sem nova embalagem no armário…. o copo do café em cima da mesa sem a base de protecção… o rolo de papel higiénico com a última folhinha e eu já atrasada… para estas recomendo a vingança número 3, que consiste em pés bem fresquinhos nas costas (atenção, gelo pode ser usado).
Castigá-lo pelas médias coisas: quando diz “essas calças já te ficaram melhor… se calhar encolheram…”; Quando diz: “Esqueci-me de ir levar o lixo, podes ir tu?”; Quando refere: “Este arroz está mesmo bom, mas o da minha mãe…”; Há dois anos que temos um quadro para pendurar mas, quando a vizinha de cima lhe pede algo nesse sentido, ele vai a correr (sim, ela tem um enorme par)… para estas, recomendo a vingança número 47, que consiste em sujar uma camisa com batom, ir ao encontro dele e perguntar-lhe com um ar furibundo “ONDE É QUE ESTIVESTE ONTEM À NOITE?!? E COM QUEM???” e vê-lo com um ar amedrontado, confuso e a desfazer-se em desculpas, lavando a loiça dessa noite e prometendo aspirar no próximo fim-de-semana.
Castigá-lo pelas grandes coisas… vestir-me com um vestido que sei que ele adora, aparecer-lhe à frente e ele dizer… “Sai lá da frente que está a dar o Benfica”; Limpar o histórico do nosso computador e verificar que os últimos sites visitados são: “naughthy nuns”, “french maids” e “Big bodacious boobs”; Marco um jantar especial para comemoração do nosso aniversário e ele…. esqueceu-se.
Para estas coisas, a melhor vingança é a número 666 ou mais conhecida como “O dia em que a malagueta pensou que era um supositório”, e, para esta ser executada, tem de haver uma certa preparação.
Um duche inesperado e sensual, de preferência numa manhã calma e em que ele espera grandes coisas… umas festinhas e dizeres doces… não será difícil após isto.
Dependendo do grau de gravidade e do bom senso de cada uma, aplicar segundo as doses diárias recomendadas (nota importante: não mais do que 3 malaguetas por ano).

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A todos os que tentaram mas não conseguiram uma dose de crueldade tão grande, está a decorrer um passatempo no blogue Os livros nossos onde podem ser bonzinhos (mas isso não tem piada nenhuma).