Buona serata a tutte!
Segnalo inoltre l’uscita in inglese di "Butterfly Dreams", un new adult dell'autrice A.
Meredith Walters. “Butterfly Dreams” è descritta come una storia d’amore
intensa, straziante. Parla di una giovane donna tormentata e di un
giovane che le insegna a vivere, ad amare e a godersi la vita fino in fondo....
Meredith ha scritto diversi
contemporary e paranormal romance divenuti bestseller del New York
Times e USA Today, tra cui “Find You in the Dark” (qui l'anteprima) e
“Bad Rep”. Il suo prossimo romance stand-alone sarà “Reclaiming the
Sand”, ma c'è in programma anche una nuova serie dark per la Gallery
Books. Per dieci anni ha lavorato come consulente per adolescenti e
bambini a rischio, principalmente occupandosi di casi di
violenza domestica/violenza sessuale e successivamente di un programma per
bambini con gravi problemi emotivi e mentali. I suoi ex clienti e le loro
storie continuano ad influenzare ogni aspetto della sua scrittura. Segue la
trama da me tradotta di “Butterfly Dreams”. :) Greta
Trama | Lei sta aspettando di morire. . . . Corin
Thompson è paralizzata dalla sua ossessione per la morte. Dopo aver perso
entrambi i genitori, è terrorizzata dall'idea che anche lei morirà giovane, e
perde il controllo ogni volta che ha il sospetto di essere ammalata. Ma quando
Corin si connette con qualcuno che è sopravvissuto ad una vera e propria
esperienza con la morte, incomincia a vedere il mondo in un modo completamente
nuovo. Lui sta imparando a vivere. . . . Mentre Corin lotta contro le sue nevrosi, Beckett Kingsley sta cercando di ricostruirsi una vita che
sembra fin troppo temporanea. Con la sempre presente minaccia di uno scompenso
cardiaco che non abbandona mai la sua mente, lui vuole solo sfruttare al
massimo tutto il tempo che gli è rimasto. E questo significa andare dietro la
ragazza che non si sarebbe mai aspettato di trovare. Insieme, Corin e Beckett
finalmente imparareranno a lasciare andare le proprie paure e trarre conforto nei
piaceri di tutti i giorni. Chissà cosa riserverà loro il futuro? Dopo tutto,
niente dura per sempre, l'unica speranza che hanno è in questo preciso momento.
Teaser Time
Estratto
My doorbell rang.
What?
I looked at the clock and realized it was
already 7:30.
So that meant it was Beckett on the other
side of the door.
Shit.
I looked down at my half-naked body.
Shit!
And then I started freaking out.
“I’ll be right there!” I yelled.
Should I let him in?
But I was practically naked!
I couldn’t let him see me like this!
Maybe I should own it. Shake my hips and
let him get a look at the goods.
Like that would ever happen.
Crap, what was I going to wear?
I grabbed a pair of jeans from my floor and
wiggled them on, not really paying attention to which ones they were.
I reached into my closet and pulled the
closest shirt off the rack. I tied my hair into a ponytail and slipped on a
comfortable pair of ballet flats.
I hoped Beckett hadn’t planned on five-star
dining because I was dressed more for a McDonalds milkshake before hanging with
the bowling league.
“Sorry,” I said, out of breath, opening the
door and letting Beckett inside.
“I was starting to think I needed to break
in and make sure you hadn’t gotten stuck in the toilet or something.” Beckett
looked damn near perfect in a dark pair of jeans and button-up blue shirt the
same color as his eyes.
He had even gotten a haircut. Way to
make me feel like a total underachiever in the getting ready department,
buddy.
“Looks like you cut yourself,” I said,
indicating the piece of toilet paper stuck to his chin.
“Fuck. I forgot about that,” he muttered,
pulling it off, looking embarrassed.
“You should have left it there. It’s cute,”
I teased, putting on my black wool coat.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be.” I gave him a wide smile
and he laughed.
“I’m not taking you to your death by firing
squad. You could act a bit more excited.”
I jumped up and down, clapping my hands
together. “OMG, Beck! I can’t wait!” I gasped.
“Is that better?” I asked, closing my
apartment door behind me and locking it.
“Much.” Beckett leaned down and I swear he
was checking out my ass.
“Excuse me, but what in the hell are you
doing?” I demanded.
“Are you aware that the Cheshire cat is on
your right butt cheek?”
I craned my body to get a look at what he
was talking about. And sure enough, there was a bright purple patch with the damn
Cheshire cat on my derriere.
“I must have picked up the wrong jeans,” I
groaned. These were my hanging-out-doing-laundry jeans. Not meant to be seen by
anyone but myself and the cat.
“I was in a rush. I couldn’t figure out
what to wear. It was stressful,” I tried to explain, pulling my coat down over
my feline-covered bum.
“The last thing I want is to stress you
out, Cor-Cor.”
I smacked his arm. “I thought I warned you
about using that damn nickname,” I threatened.
“I show up with toilet paper stuck to my
face and you have a cat on your butt. I think we make a pretty awesome pair,”
Beckett snickered, unlocking his car.
Qui trovate il romanzo!!
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