Greta booklovers: Book Tour - Esce in inglese "Until July" di Aurora Rose Reynolds.

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Partiamo subito con una segnalazione: sono lieta di annunciarvi l’uscita in inglese di “Until July”, l’ultimo romanzo di Aurora Rose Reynolds.

Si tratta del primo libro della nuova serie ‘Until Me’, uno spin-off abbinato alla famosa serie ‘Until', che presto arriverà in Italia grazie alla Newton (qui l’anteprima). Protagonista di questa storia è July, la figlia di November & Asher Mayson di Until November. July non ha tempo da dedicare alle relazioni, troppo impegnata con il suo studio da veterinaria, e quando non sta lavorando è in sella alla sua moto. E’ una biker. Un giorno, mentre sta correndo, s’imbatte in una gang di motociclisti, il cui leader è il noto biker Wes Silver. Wes è un ex Navy SEAL trasferitosi nel Tennessee per aprire un’attività di vendita/riparazione di moto, ma è anche il leader di un MC Club locale. E’ il tipo di ragazzo che ottiene sempre ciò che vuole, e non è abituato a dover conquistare una ragazza per convincerla ad uscire con lui. Almeno fino a July… greta

"Da dietro, i suoi capelli sono la prima cosa che noto. Sono un pò più lunghi in alto e rasati ai lati. Il mio sguardo si sposta sulla sua schiena ampia e sulle sue spalle larghe, e la pelle abbronzata che gli ricopre i muscoli. La sua moto rimane bassa, e il manubrio è posizionato in un modo che deve allungare le braccia all'esterno per tenersi, facendo flettere e muovere ogni muscolo, dando l'impressione che i suoi tatuaggi siano vivi e stiano ballando. "

Trama:

Wes Silver non era alla ricerca dell’amore, ma quando July Mayson lo coglie letteralmente di sorpresa al loro primo incontro, il suo mondo è stravolto dalla stravagante bionda, e ogni momento che passa con lei lo rende sempre più determinato a proteggerla. July Mayson non riesce a comprendere l’attrazione che prova nei confronti del bad boy biker Wes Silver, ma sa che stare con lui è diverso da tutto ciò che ha provato prima. Ora tutto ciò che deve fare è dire al padre iperprotettivo, Asher Mayson, di aver trovato il suo ‘boom’.

Teaser Time!

I sit up when I see a few bikes in the distance. I don’t recognize their patches, but that doesn’t surprise me. Tennessee has a huge MC community, and there are always new clubs popping up all over the state. I slow down as I close the distance between us.

The closer I get, the more details I can make out. The group of about five bikes in front of me are all Harleys, all ranging in colors from almost purple to black. None of the men are wearing helmets, which is the complete opposite of me, who is covered from head to toe in black leather. Even my helmet is all black, with leather piping.

I take the men in, noticing they are all well-built, their leather cuts displaying a large eagle, with its wings spread wide like it’s midflight. The talons of the bird are carrying a long stem rose, with petals falling off it onto their club name, The Broken Eagles. I begin to speed up and pass them one by one, thankful for the security of my helmet, the black visor making it impossible to see me.

I keep my head straight until the last guy, the one who is at the front of the group, catches my attention. From the back, his hair is the first thing I notice. It’s slightly long on top and buzzed on the sides. My eyes move to the expanse of his back, the wide set of his shoulders, and the tan skin covering his lean muscles. His bike is low to the ground, and the bars are in front of him in a way that he has to stretch his arms straight out, causing every muscle to flex and move, making it look like the tattoos are alive and dancing.

My eyes skim farther down over his chest, which is covered in a white tank top tucked into a pair of light jeans, and around his waist is a black belt with a large silver buckle. I continue to pass him, my eyes shifting from the road to him and back again. This time when I look over, his head is turned towards me, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have swear he is looking directly into my soul.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, taking in his hair, the set of his jaw that is covered in days of stubble, and a pair of light eyes I can’t quite make out through the tint of my helmet. He is seriously hot, but equally scary-looking. I look from him back to the road. It must not have been even a second, but when my eyes go to the asphalt in front of me, I see a bird that is trying to make its way across the road, its wing hanging in an awkward position. I swerve to the right just in time to miss the poor animal.

“What the fuck?” I hear roared, and I look over my shoulder at the man who is now coming up quick on my right side. I yell an apology over the sound of my engine and his pipes. Do a quick wave and take off, lowering my body and pulling back the throttle, wanting to get away from them. Dude looks seriously pissed off, and even though I hate leaving the bird behind without helping it, I would like to live to see my next birthday.

I think I’m in the clear, but then the sound of pipes fills my ears, and I don’t even know how it happens, but they all catch up with me, surrounding my bike. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but my stomach starts to roll at the sound of their voices. I feel my side to make sure I have the Taser my dad insisted I carry.

I see a clearing and pull my bike off to the side of the road. I know this is probably one of the stupidest things I have ever done, but if they keep chasing me like they have been, we could all end up seriously hurt. I pull over and don’t even shut down my bike. I just lower my kickstand as my heart, which was already beating hard, begins to bang violently against my ribcage as they surround me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the guy who was at the head of the group asks, stepping in front of my bike.

I shake my head as my words get lodged in my throat.

He pulls me off my bike, and the men who are with him begin yelling obscenities as well.

“Sorry,” I croak out, and I don’t even know if he hears me as his hand goes to the collar of my leather jacket, where he shakes me hard. My hand accidently presses down on the button that ignites the Taser. The loud crack fills the air, and his eyes go wide then he falls to the ground, and I fall on my ass and crabwalk backwards. I look up when I hit something, only to meet the eyes of another man, who looks pissed.

“Get up,” he growls, picking me up. My feet flail under me as I’m lifted off the ground with my hands restrained behind my back.

“Hold him still,” the guy who I had tasered growls in front of me as I try to get away from the anger I feel coming off him. His hands go to my head and he rips my helmet off, causing my hair to float down around me.

Complete silence descends. I swear no one even takes a breath.

L'autrice:

Rose Reynolds, dopo aver vissuto un po’ in tutto il paese, ora risiede a New York con il marito e un pesce domestico. Ha sposato un maschio Alpha che la ama proprio come i personaggi dei suoi romanzi amano le sue eroine. Ogni giorno è lui la sua maggiore fonte di ispirazione. Nei momenti liberi Aurora ama leggere, scrivere e andare al cinema insieme al marito e cucinare. Nei weekend le piace trascorrere delle brevi vacanze da qualche parte, o del tempo a casa con gli amici e la sua famiglia. Ultimo, ma non meno importante, apprezza ogni giorno e ammira la sua bellezza.