Butterfly Dreams di A. Meredith Walters. Esce oggi in inglese!

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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.

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