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marți, 23 septembrie 2014

Fractured Lines by Jen McLaughlin

FL_BonusTeaser1Fractured Lines by Jen McLaughlin will be releasing October 14th, but first we have some exclusive content to share. Each week, FINNClub team members will be sharing special details from the book, and series, in order to share their excitement for the new novel.

Today we have an author guest post from Jen McLaughlin explaining why she chose to continue the series by bringing in an adult title.

 

Finn and Carrie—adult style

"When I decided to write another Finn and Carrie book, I knew where I had to pick up the story. At the end of OUT OF MIND, we fast forward seven years. So if I wanted to give the readers what they wanted—which was more Finn and Carrie—that’s where I had to pick up.
FL AmazonTo take a NA book and turn it into an adult book is (to my knowledge, anyway) not something that’s been done before. It’s a bit daunting of a prospect, but I knew that it was something I wanted to try anyway! And I have to say, it’s been so much fun to take these NA characters, make them grow up…and put them through hell all over again, so to speak, lol.I’m hoping that by taking these younger characters and turning them into something new and fun, in a way, it can let people who haven’t experienced these characters as NA characters to enjoy them as adults. And on the flip side, it will let the readers who came along on their earlier journey experience a new side of Finn and Carrie…their mature/adult sides."

   

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The lines we once crossed so easily have widened and torn us apart… Once upon a time I thought Finn and I would live happily ever after, but real life doesn't always have a happy ending. He's testing my trust, and I'm losing faith in the man I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with, and there’s nothing I do can stop it. He’s the one I trusted to keep me safe, but now he’s the source of my greatest pain… Forgiveness is fragile, and some fractures never fully heal... One mistake—a slip in a moment of weakness—might cost me everything I've worked so hard for. The thing about trust is that it's a lot easier to lose than it is to build. Just as I'm about to give up and surrender to the demons from my past, an unexpected threat reminds me what I'm best at: protecting the woman I love. Whether or not she wants me, I will fight for Carrie and our daughter, and I will keep them safe—no matter the cost. Even if I have to put my life and my heart on the line.

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   Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy New Adult books. Under her pen name Diane Alberts, she is a multi-published, bestselling author of Contemporary Romance with Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line, released September 6 2013, and hit the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal lists. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, and a cat. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.


luni, 15 septembrie 2014

Aripi de zăpadă


Aud șoapte din depărtare. Nu reușesc să descifrez mesajul criptat pe care-l primesc. Oare îmi este menit doar mie sau unei alte persoane? Mă distanțez ușor de toate sunetele, dar îmi este foarte greu deoarece ele se aud tot mai tare și tot mai aproape. Vederea mi-a fost furată, dintr-o cauză necunoscută mie. Iar cu fiecare zgomot auzit, îmi dau seama că sunt imobilizată. Incapabilă, de a face cea mai mică și ușoară mișcare posibilă, indiferent că sunt conștientă de membrele mele sau nu.


Nemaiputând să mă mișc, încerc să mă concentrez pe alte simțuri, dar nu simt decât un miros înțepător care îmi pare atât de familiar dar totuși atât de necunoscut. Mă evapor încet și sigur, învelită într-o pătură rece și umedă care îmi taie respirația. Încerc să scap de sentimentul care începe să-mi cuprindă tot corpul și care mă face, să mă simt ca și cum aș fi închisă într-o celulă, fără geamuri și fără lumină. Mi se face rău, și nu pot face nimic care să mă scape de acest chin care mă împunge din toate părțile în interior… 

Țip neîncetat, dar nimeni nu pare să mă audă, sunt prizoniera propriilor mele gânduri și nu știu dacă voi mai evada vreodată.
Amețeala se instalează imediat, după lupta mea cu panica și simt cum încep să plutesc spre o altă lume. 


Visez, că sunt pe o pajiște verde, soarele îmi încălzește fața aducându-mi mângâieri ,menite să mă binedispusă. Cerul e încântător, plin de stele cu cele mai ciudate forme văzute vreodată. Ciripitul păsărilor, sună ca o melodie veselă dar melancolică, și nu-mi dau seama dacă ar trebui să zâmbesc sau să plâng. Totul e limpede în jurul meu, o lume ireală, scoasă din basmele pe care mi le citea mama înainte de culcare . Iar valul de aer cald, iarba verde și moale, mireasma florilor de toate culorile, mă fac atât de fericită încât nu mai pot respira. Și poate că este adevărat, pentru că mă trezesc instantaneu blocată ,din nou, în propriul meu trup. 

Visul a dispărut acum, tot e real, sunt într-adevăr paralizată. Iar mirosul înțepător ,de mai devreme, vine de la sângele putrezit pe pătura iernii geroase care mă acoperă. Oare șocul accidentului și frigul m-au afectat atât de tare încât am stat leșinată zile în șir? Nu vreau să concep așa ceva. Vreau să trăiesc, nu să-mi dau ultima suflare sub stratul de zăpadă, dar mi se pare imposibil, deoarece încep să mă simt tot mai obosită și amețită. Inima pompează tot mai greu sângele prin corpul meu, nu-mi mai simt deloc membrele. Orice plan de evadare ar fi în zadar pentru mine, acum. Se spune că speranța moare ultima, dar pentru mine a murit de mult timp, și de aceea vreau să o readuc la viață. Vreau să alerg prin pădure, să privesc cerul, să simt aerul curat, să ating scoarța copacilor. Vreau să trăiesc în continuare, chiar dacă nu am apreciat viața cum trebuia până în momentul de față. Dorințele devin realitate, dar sunt întotdeauna greu de îndeplinit dacă nu există o fărâmă de speranță.




Îmi aduc aminte de porumbelul pe care l-am găsit din întâmplare , pe trotuar, când mergeam spre casă, era rănit la ambele aripi, se zbătea în chinuri groaznice și nu mai putea să zboare. Dar asta nu m-a împiedicat să-l iau acasă cu mine, și să-i ofer un sprijin. După câteva luni, aripile, i s-au vindecat dar tot nu putea încă să zboare, până într-o dimineață. Când am găsit cușca goală și fereastra deschisă. El mă privea de afară, așteptând să-l zăresc printre crengile copacilor. Aripile acelea albe ca zăpada, se contopeau încet cu cerul. El nu a renunțat la dorințele lui, eu de ce aș face-o?
Inima și plămânii mei se opresc ,poate prea devreme și brusc, din ciclul lor neîntrerupt, lăsându-mă să aud pentru ultima oară, sunetul aripilor de zăpadă deasupra capului meu. 

Iar din acel moment, știam că voi fi salvată.

Cover Reveal - WICKED by Jennifer L. Armentrout


WICKED is a New Adult Paranormal Romance and is a part of Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Wicked Trilogy. It is being released on December 8th, 2014. So make sure you pre-order it today!!


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WICKED Synopsis

 Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans. Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart. Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants… she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her. But as Ivy grows closer to Ren, she realizes she’s not the only one carrying secrets that could shatter the frail bond between them. There’s something he’s not telling her, and one thing is for certain. She’s no longer sure what is more dangerous to her—the ancient beings threatening to take over the town or the man demanding to lay claim to her heart and her soul.  

About Jennifer L. Armentrout


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 # 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.   


sâmbătă, 13 septembrie 2014

Poezii de C. Poindexter




The Evolution of Mara Dyer - Deleted Scene


Fragmentul a fost șters, din cauza faptului că nu se putea integra corect în poveste. În plus, Michelle Hodkin a mai spus că este prea R-rated pentru actuala audiență a cărții. Îmi pare rău, că nu a fost adăugat, ne-ai fi arătat o altă față a celor doi. Dorința arzătoare a lui Noah și incapacitatea lui Mara de a-și controla mai bine "darurile". 

His hands were stone on either side of my rib cage. I felt them rise and fall against my skin with each breath I took. I waited and wondered as Noah decided what to do.

I could feel how much he wanted me, and I liked it. 

I took away his choice. 

I turned myself over. His hands were still on my ribs, light and soft but solidly there. When I turned, my shirt fell slightly over them, and Noah instinctively moved his hands lower,  down to my waist.

I wanted to lift them. Noah moved over me, slid his knee between mine, and I thought I would burst into flame. His arm slipped beneath my back and his mouth moved over my neck, his lips brushing the hollow beneath my ear. I arched back, slipped my hand into Noah’s hair, and fought the impulse to pull him against me. 



"Kiss me," I whispered. My heartbeat was out of control. I was out of control. I was dangerous, like fire, and I burned for him.

Noah’s lips moved across my jaw. His arms braced on either side of me, like a cage. He moved slowly, so slowly. I almost felt the air part for him as his mouth made its descent into mine.

"Not yet," he said against my lips. His voice was low. Husky. Completely self-possessed and it drove me wild. I wanted to devour him. 

He lowered his head to the curve of my shoulder. His lips brushed my neck. He kissed the hollow under my ear. My eyes closed. I ached for him.

"Now?" I asked. 

"No." He moved around me like water around stones, his touch smooth as cream and just as delicious. His lips lingered at my jaw, at my throat, my collarbone, down.

"Now?" I whispered.

"No," he whispered back. 

His hand moved up my spine, turning me to liquid. 

"Now?" I begged.

"You’re not ready," he whispered into my hair, as his hands traveled down. 

"I am ready."

He stilled.

"I am ready," I said again. 

He did not move.

I rolled and straddled him. I was over him now. I felt his ribs move under my hands, his waist between my legs. His arms fell to his sides. I leaned over him, breathing hard and feeling reckless. I placed my hands on his chest. Lower. The ridges of muscle and sinew hard beneath my palms. Noah watched me and if I didn’t know him as well as I did, I wouldn’t have known that there was anything unusual about this. But I did know him, and there was something different about the way he watched me now.

His control was slipping. 

I leaned forward, my hands moving lower down his stomach, my back arched above him. I kissed his throat. I heard a sharp intake of breath. 

And slipping. 

I smiled against his skin, moved my lips along his jaw, which was softer than usual but still rougher than the skin of his neck. My hands moved lower, to the waist of his jeans, my body bent, tight as a bowstring over his, my lips millimeters from his mouth. I undid the first button.

"Fuck," he murmured against my lips. The feel, the word, sent a hot little shock through my spine. It skittered through my veins, danced through every nerve ending. He placed his hands lightly over mine. Stilled them. 

"Not yet," he whispered.

"Why?" My finger grazed the skin above his waistband. I watched his lids drop at my touch. 

"You know why."

I did know why. I thought he wouldn’t notice. [ ?]

I thought wrong.

I stared at his perfect mouth, velvet soft beneath my own. His eyes were dark with need. He was waiting. Waiting for me.

I was ready.

I lowered my mouth to his. Brushed his lips with mine.

A sudden flash of him beneath me, stone still and illuminated by lightning in his bedroom back home. He wasn’t moving. 

He wasn’t living.

I drew back as though I’d been burned. A tear rolled down my cheek. It was joined by another. And another.

I felt Noah’s arms around me, his heartbeat against my spine.

"Don’t cry," he whispered next to my ear.

I didn’t want to cry. I wanted to scream. To hit something. To tear things to pieces.

"I didn’t want this," Noah said in a low voice.

"What is wrong with me?" I said, my voice laced with loathing. "I can’t believe I can’t kiss you. 

"Nothing," he said, his voice louder now. “There’s nothing wrong with you. This should take time. That’s how it’s supposed to work. We shouldn’t have tried to rush it."

"It isn’t rushing. I’ve known you for months and I’ve wanted to kiss you every second of every hour of every day of every week. I hate that I can’t."

"You will."

"When?"

"When you’re ready," he said simply. 

I closed my eyes and Noah shifted me down, curled me onto his lap. I was exhausted and frustrated but my mind was on overdrive. 

"I wish I could stop thinking," I whispered. 

Noah said nothing, but I felt his fingers light against the small of my back. They wrapped around the hem of my shirt. 

"May I?"

I nodded. 

He lifted it and began to trace patterns on my back again. I closed my eyes, tried to empty my mind of thought. My muscles were tight and my head ached, but after a while, I began to feel hazy and warm. Sweet and strange.

"Where are your hands," I whispered, almost to myself. 

Noah responded by pressing them more firmly around my waist, beneath my ribs. “Don’t you feel them there?”

And somewhere else. 

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered. 

"Experimenting," he said, a smile in his voice. "Do you want me to stop?"

God no. I shook my head.

The warmth layered in on itself, tumbled and spun and weakened my limbs as it tightened my stomach. My breath quickened. 

"Are you doing…what I think you’re doing?"

"That depends on what you think I’m doing."

"You know."

"But how would you know?"

"You think boys are the only ones who—"

Noah’s hand covered my mouth. His other hand drew me up. “Do not finish that sentence or we will never leave this room.” He dropped his hand.

I opened my mouth to speak but he said, “Please. His voice was strained, almost a whisper. 

"Maybe that’s exactly what I want you to do."

Instead of acknowledging this, he asked, “What did you feel?”

My cheeks grew hot. I opened my mouth to speak. Then closed it again. Noah narrowed his eyes, studying me as I struggled, vainly, to find words that wouldn’t embarrass me. No dice. 

"No," he said, disbelieving. Then, with a sly smile, "Really?"

I shrugged then. “How were you doing it?”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I imagined the blood rushing to the surface of your skin. I imagined soaking you in feeling, making you breathless. I imagined what it would take to empty your mind of thoughts. Did it work?”


"Yes," I whispered.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Shall I do it again?"

I leaned over his knees in answer. I closed my eyes. At first I felt a softness at the edges of my skin. Then felt like I might dissolve. I felt sweet and slow like warm honey. I lost myself in it. 

It was only when I woke to find myself drowsing against Noah’s shoulder that I realized I’d fallen asleep. 

"Shhh," he said, and smoothed my hair. 

"I don’t want to miss anything," I said, my voice husky.

"You aren’t," he said, lifting me in his arms. "I need to sleep, too."

I didn’t have the strength to protest and it wouldn’t have been fair if I had. We were running on empty,  and Noah needed to rest, too. 

I let him carry me out of my room. Into the hallway. Into my bed. Phoebe was silent. 

He laid me down on the mattress and kissed my temple. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promised. 

But if I had known what would happen then, I would never have let him go. 







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joi, 11 septembrie 2014

Dare you to



They don't deserve us



Why do we fall in love with people that are bad for us?
Why do we have to care so much about them?

It's always the same,
We touch the wrong flame,
Then we wait to be healed
But the scars remain and so does the game.

We recover, but it's not over
Our body is theirs, to torture, to forget
Only to blame on,
They use us for their pleasure
Not caring about our treasure,
Everyone wants it, but no one deserves it,
Even when it's right
And clearly, when it's wrong.

Are you sure you want to be tortured?
For the sake of a person, who wants your fortune?
They want the luck to only fuck
There's no space for love,
To errupt..

miercuri, 10 septembrie 2014

Lover in disguise




You came in my life, in a blink of an eye
You never asked for anything,
Instead you gaved me all.

It was nice
I felt wanted,
But how did you feel?

All those nights,
Wasted with fights,
None of them were necessary,  
Just lousy words of bravery
Stabbing the truth in pieces,
Then put together with kisses.

Soft lips were everywhere
My heart was gone from there
But you found it near a river,
That once held a liver.



luni, 1 septembrie 2014

Young Love




I felt in love with the ocean
But I was too terrified to go near it,
I was afraid of drowning
And what was beneath it.

The waves were coming towards me ,
Bruising my skin with such violence,
That I almost lost my conscience,
I wanted to leave
But I chose to stay.

I needed to get deeper
In the depths of the ocean,
Trying to find that desire
Which could melt an empire.

I kept swimming, not caring
I wanted to die trying
However, something got me
And coldness started to surround my heart.

My body was numb
It floated above the water,
Not letting me go under,
Not even for a wonder.

The empire was melted already,
For someone entirely unknown to me,
The ocean loved another
And I was just a bother.

Heartbroken and alone,
All I wanted was a home...
But the ocean didn't want me
So I guess I will swim across it.



Mi-a plăcut Slam de Colleen Hoover atât de mult, încât după ce am citit poeziile de acolo, am încercat și eu să scriu una. Will Cooper, a fost inspirația principală datorită poeziei lui cu slam. Sper să vă placă.

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