Felice inizio settimana, mondo :D
Oh santo cielo, e anche Marzo è quasi finito o.O povera me, il tempo vola . . . e si avvicina l'estate -_- parliamo d'altro, va! Comincia oggi il Book Tour del nuovo romanzo di Chelsea M. Cameron (che presto tornerà qui in Italia con il primo volume del suo duetto Behind Your Back). Amo alla follia la cover realizzata da Sarah Hansen di Okay Creations *_* motivo per cui ho inserito questo libro nei miei futuri acquisti :P
Oh santo cielo, e anche Marzo è quasi finito o.O povera me, il tempo vola . . . e si avvicina l'estate -_- parliamo d'altro, va! Comincia oggi il Book Tour del nuovo romanzo di Chelsea M. Cameron (che presto tornerà qui in Italia con il primo volume del suo duetto Behind Your Back). Amo alla follia la cover realizzata da Sarah Hansen di Okay Creations *_* motivo per cui ho inserito questo libro nei miei futuri acquisti :P
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BEND ME, BREAK ME
by Chelsea M. Cameron
Romantic Suspense | 7 Febbraio 2016
One girl.
Lonely.
Broken.
Lost.
One boy.
Determined.
Guilty.
Lost.
Two hearts.
One terrible secret.
It will either bring them together or tear them apart.
Lonely.
Broken.
Lost.
One boy.
Determined.
Guilty.
Lost.
Two hearts.
One terrible secret.
It will either bring them together or tear them apart.
LEGGI L'ESTRATTO
“I get it,”
she said. “I finally get it.”
She wouldn’t look up at me, instead concentrating on her hands. There were a few
freckles on the backs of them. I wanted to take one of her purple pens and
connect them to make constellations on her skin.
“Get what?”
I asked. Her eyes came
up to my face.
“Why you’re so obsessed with me.” I raised both eyebrows, but inside, I was panicked. What if she figured
me out? That would be disastrous. It would be the end.
“And why is
that?” I said, trying to be playful.
“I’m mysterious,”
she said, she wiggled
her fingers in front of my face and the right side of her mouth drew up. Was
that a smirk? Did Ingrid just smirk at me?
“Oh, is that
what you think it is?” After so many intense moments, this moment of levity was like a cool
drink for a parched throat.
“Definitely.
What else could it be?” I wasn’t going to answer that.
“You got me,” I said, putting my hands up as if I surrendered. “I’m a sucker for a mystery.”
She nodded and I
thought I spotted another smile, but it was gone quickly, stuffed away behind
rigid lips.
“Thank you,” she said, so quietly that I almost didn’t
catch it.
“You’re very welcome, Ingrid. Anytime.”
I got up and brought
her some pizza and another glass of water. I had the feeling she hadn’t been eating much recently.
She carefully
ate two slices and had two water refills. It made the color in her cheeks come
back.
“You must
think I’m crazy,”
she said.
“No. I don’t think that at all.” I wouldn’t think that about anyone, least of all her.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying. Look at me.”
I would never get used
to the way her eyes seared into me.
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Ingrid. Not even a little bit.”
Her eyes narrowed and I
could tell she was assessing if I was telling the truth or not.
“Okay,” she finally said. “I believe you.”
“Good.”
CONOSCI L'AUTRICE
Chelsea M. Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car, tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman) and playing fetch with her cat, Sassenach. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
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