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The Forgotten (The Lux Guardians, #1)

Good and goodness will prevail.

Honour and Horatia Frie are twins living in a world of wreck and ruin.

Forgotten London is a dismal place of containment, rationing, and a four-family-per-house regulation. Twenty five years ago the world was set ablaze when solar flares obliterated three quarters of the Earth’s population and wiped out whole continents in one blow. The flares brought with them The Sixteen Strains: agonizing and fatal diseases that plague each of the forty one zones of Forgotten London and the rest of the world. The only places that escaped fatal damage were two countries now known as The Cities – States and Bharat. The rest of the world – The Forgotten Lands – is contained within borders for the people’s protection against even deadlier Strains outside the barrier. But fifteen year old Honour thinks differently. He thinks that they’re kept inside the fence for other, more menacing reasons. He thinks that States are planning to kill them.

Branwell and Bennet Ravel are twins living in a world of danger and secrecy.

In Victorian London, years before the solar flares hit, the Ravels’ world has just been turned upside down. Their father, poisoned by something even genius Branwell can’t determine, has passed away. His dying words were unnerving orders to keep each other safe no matter the cost, and to hide everything he has ever invented. When one of his creations goes missing – a device named The Lux that can generate unlimited energy – the twins are shocked to discover that their very own government has stolen it and, according to their father’s journals, are planning to use it to create unfathomable explosions to destroy their world.

The Ravel twins will have to find and reclaim The Lux if they are to stop their world’s planned destruction, but when they’re transported to an unfamiliar, derelict world, the search for the device will become harder than ever. Honour and Horatia, against all odds, will have to find a way to stop States before the remainder of Earth is eradicated and their world is lost for good, or somehow get every single citizen of Forgotten London outside of the fence.

Inainte de ispita de Peter Robinson in curand la Leda

GRACE FOX ŞI-A OTRĂVIT SOŢUL ÎN IANUARIE 1953.

A FOST JUDECATĂ PENTRU CRIMĂ ŞI APOI SPÂNZURATĂ.

DAR A FOST CU ADEVĂRAT VINOVATĂ?

Întrerupându-şi o carieră de succes la Hollywood, unde ani la rând a scris muzică pentru filme de Oscar, Chris Lowndry se întoarce în Yorkshire-ul natal pentru a locui în conacul izolat Kilnsgate şi a-şi găsi liniştea după moartea prematură a soţiei sale. Tot ce vrea acum e să-şi compună sonata pentru pian. Dar curând află de tulburătoarea istorie a conacului şi e sedus de povestea tragică a lui Grace Fox, petrecută în urmă cu şaizeci de ani. Şi cu cât descoperă mai multe despre viaţa acesteia, cu atât devine mai obsedat să aducă la lumină adevărul despre acea misterioasă noapte de ianuarie şi să demonstreze nevinovăţia lui Grace.

O explorare fascinantă şi plină de suspans a culpabilităţii, a limitelor responsabilităţii personale, a sacrificiului de sine şi a mântuirii, culminând cu o uluitoare şi cutremurătoare revelaţie!

E usor sa te iubesc de Tammara Webber in curand la Editura Epica

Tammara Webber
EPICA/New Adult/+17 ani
Contemporary Fiction

Bestseller New York Times

Bestseller Amazon

Clasată pe poziția a doua la categoria Cea mai bună carte Young Adult/New Adult a anului 2012, pe Goodreads!

SALVATĂ DE UN STRĂIN. BÂNTUITĂ DE UN SECRET.

CÂTEODATĂ, DRAGOSTEA NU-I UN LUCRU SIMPLU…

El o urmăreşte, dar nu face cunoştinţă cu ea până când, odată, într-o întâlnire neaşteptată, el devine salvatorul ei.

Atracţia dintre ei e incontestabilă. Totuşi trecutul, pe care el s-a străduit atât de mult să-l depăşească, şi viitorul, în care ea-şi pune atât de mari speranţe, ameninţă să-i despartă.

Numai împreună ar putea să lupte cu durerea şi vinovăţia, să înfrunte adevărul şi să găsească neașteptata putere a dragostei.

Jackie este o fată frumoasă, este la colegiu, de trei ani are un iubit admirabil şi i se pare că viaţa e uşoară şi viitorul îi zâmbeşte. Fără veste, iubitul o părăseşte pentru că vrea să încerce ceva nou, iar durerea despărţirii o face să nu mai ajungă la cursuri şi să fie la un pas să piardă examenul şi anul. Scapă ca prin urechile acului dintr-o tentativă de viol, părinţii îi spun că se duc la schi atunci când hotărăște să vină şi ea acasă în vacanţă… De unde să înceapă să se refacă?

De n-ar fi prietenii, s-ar prăbuși. Pas cu pas, ei o ajută să meargă mai departe. E ca într-un joc, îi vor spune ei şi o vor învăţa că este destul de puternică pentru a supravieţui.

Tammara Webber scrie o carte despre obsesie, punând-o sub lupă şi cântărindu-i bunele şi relele. Fiecare dintre personajele sale, atât de vii şi de colorate, are nişte demoni personali pe care trebuie să-i învingă, principalii vinovaţi pentru „greşeli” fiind: obişnuinţa care te face orb la realitate, dorinţa de a avea succes cu orice preţ, rivalitatea care calcă totul în picioare, ruşinea care te amuţeşte când ar trebui să strigi, neîncrederea că „de data asta” va fi altfel, va fi bine.

Cum iei cea mai bună decizie? E foarte uşor când iubeşti!

Pentru că, pe lângă tema violului – o fărădelege care lasă traume adânci şi totuşi, de regulă, este simplist expediată, bagatelizată, considerându-se că se poate „rezolva” la mica înţelegere între părţi şi mai ales, atât de adesea, aruncându-se vina asupra… victimei! – ţi se oferă una dintre cele mai frumoase poveşti de dragoste, captivantă prin descrierea scenelor de interacţiune între protagonişti unde, citind, te simţi deopotrivă intrus şi curios, şi fascinantă prin multiplele meandre, prin surprizele care se ţin lanţ, prin arta cu care scriitoarea ştie să te ţină cu sufletul la gură şi cu pumnii strânşi pentru personajele pe care le îndrăgeşti necondiţionat.

In the Shadow of Blackbirds

In 1918, the world seems on the verge of apocalypse. Americans roam the streets in gauze masks to ward off the deadly Spanish influenza, and the government ships young men to the front lines of a brutal war, creating an atmosphere of fear and confusion. Sixteen-year-old Mary Shelley Black watches as desperate mourners flock to séances and spirit photographers for comfort, but she herself has never believed in ghosts. During her bleakest moment, however, she’s forced to rethink her entire way of looking at life and death, for her first love—a boy who died in battle—returns in spirit form. But what does he want from her?

Featuring haunting archival early-twentieth-century photographs, this is a tense, romantic story set in a past that is eerily like our own time.

Day Blitz : Ashes and Ice by Rochelle Maya Callen

Description:
She is desperate to remember.
He is aching to forget.
Together, they are not broken.
But together, one may not survive.

Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.
Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.

LUST. LOVE. LOSS. Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice.

Here's the Trailer:

Author Bio: 

Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.

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Release Day: February 4th, 2013

Excerpt 

Connor

            Tears burn. I never realized it before, but they do. Tears reach down my throat and settle in my gut until the pain cripples me. I clutch my stomach as I look into the casket. His face doesn’t even look the same. Bloated like a Mardi Gras float, discolored like a mannequin. This isn’t my father.

            But it is.

            If I have learned anything in my short life, it is this: funerals are bullshit. People dress in carefully pressed black suits. Parents give me “meaningful” nods as if that could ease the grief. It doesn’t.

            Then there are the kids from school, the ones dragged along by their parents. People drag their kids along as if filling the church was a necessary thing. As if the more pews filled somehow expedite the dead’s trip to heaven. I doubt it does. Maybe some of the girls went shopping to buy just the right outfit so their cleavage to respectability ratio was just right, or  their ass to waist ratio was cinched properly.

            People sit in the pews dressed in their finest let’s-go-pay-our-respects-to-the-dead-guy-we-never-knew wear, smacking the gum in their mouths, cupping cellphones so they can LOL any comment  buzzing in, and drumming their fingers because the pastor is going on too long.  All they want to do is go home, sneak in a make-out session with their girlfriends, eat their dinners, and maybe catch a 7 o’clock movie.

            I hate these kids. The ones who stare at me, roll their eyes, and yawn. The ones who trip me at school and slam me into lockers. The ones who sit in a pew, contributing to the headcount, while I sit up here in front, holding back the tears fighting to make their appearance. I swallow them down. I won’t cry. Not here. Not with these people.

            Dad’s funeral should be an empty church with mom, his three brothers, and me. It should be the five of us having a messy, sloppy, sobbing affair where we cling to each other because we are all we have left. The marble floors should be slick with our tears. It isn’t. We sit here, straight backed, completely composed as if death is just a passing expiration date and our small, insignificant world has not been split open and left gaping.

***

            I’m in my room, staring at the ceiling. The funeral service was hours ago.

            The house feels empty and cold. I hear a stifled whimper from down the hall.

            Mom.

            Probably crying into a pillow so the house can’t hear, but it can. It seems unfair she can’t wail aloud, so loud  the house’s hundred-year-old studs tremble.

            She doesn’t. I don’t either. We cry in our own rooms, remembering a man who will never be here again.

            The house creaks. Maybe it feels the weight of our grief, maybe the floorboards are buckling because the burden is too heavy.

            I ache, desperate to forget the long battle with cancer, the blood sputtering out of his mouth with his last words—what where they? I can’t remember because the fear in his eyes overshadowed anything he said. Now the loss. I don’t want to feel this loss. Some divine entity has taken dull scissors and cut out a piece of my life and now I have jagged scars to remind me I lost too much. Too much.

            I want to forget, because it hurts to remember.

            I bury my head in the pillow, hoping to suffocate the memories, to choke out the pain.

Trailer Reveal: The Watcher by Lisa Voisin

Author Lisa Voisin’s THE WATCHER will be releasing exactly one month from today, on March 4th, 2013 and we’re super excited to be able to share with our blog’s readers a short excerpt from the book and to be a part of the book’s awesome trailer reveal!

There is also a giveaway for a pre-order copy of THE WATCHER for US/Canada residents. So be sure to enter below.

THE WATCHER is author Lisa Voisin’s debut novel and is a book Eileen Cook says, “…is sure to keep readers turning the pages late into the night.”

And after having read both the excerpt and the book’s description, we couldn’t agree more! But we’ll let you decide for yourself. They’re both included below. As is the book’s wicked cool trailer!

With some gothic techno beats, super cool images and a description that is meant to tease, this trailer totally sets the mood for this story. What do you think?

About the Book

Title: THE WATCHER
Author: Lisa Voisin
Publisher: InkSpell Publishing
Publication date: March 4, 2013
Pages: 508
Format: Available to pre-order in Paperback
Find it: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Inkspell | Kobo

Millennia ago, he fell from heaven for her.
Can he face her without falling again?

Fascinated with ancient civilizations, seventeen-year-old Mia Crawford dreams of becoming an archaeologist. She also dreams of wings—soft and silent like snow—and somebody trying to steal them.

When a horrible creature appears out of thin air and attacks her, she knows Michael Fontaine is involved, though he claims to know nothing about it. Secretive and aloof, Michael evokes feelings in Mia that she doesn’t understand. Images of another time and place haunt her. She recognizes them—but not from any textbook.

About the Author


A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.

When she's not writing, you'll find her meditating or hiking in the mountains to counter the side effects of drinking too much coffee.

She lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiance and their two cats.

Find her: Twitter | Facebook | Website | Blog

Instead of saying more, he brushed his fingertips along my cheek, and his halo glimmered. I could hear the waves slapping the rocks behind us, the wind driving them in. That same wind whipped against my skin, but the touch of his hand on my face was all I could think about. It sent a current through both of us and filled me with longing for something I wasn’t sure I understood.

“I’m sorry.” He stepped back and shoved his hands into his pockets as the light around him faded. “You don’t know what it’s like. Being near you now, remembering those moments we had…” His hair blew into his eyes, but this time he didn’t move. I wanted to brush it back, but I didn’t know how he’d react. Would touching him be bad?

“You want to know who you were?” he asked. “You may look different, but you’re the same. I look into your eyes and see you.” He took in a deep breath, fixing his attention on the horizon. I’d seen and heard so much now that the logical part of my brain had long since given up arguing with me. I could feel what he was saying was true. All of it.

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Azi e duminica, maine e luni, iar asta inseamna doar un singur lucru, iarasi scoala, posibile teste, ascultari, note, chestii, chestii. Weekend-ul asta nu am facut mai nimic interesant, am citit pentru scoala atat lectura suplimentara, cat si cea obligatorie, am mai citit doua-trei paginici din cartile incepute, am facut teme si m-am apucat de un serial de care vroiam sa ma apuc de mult timp, si anume Beauty and the Beast care este mult prea genial! Ma rog, nu va voi mai plictisi cu banalitatile acestea. 

Acum ma apuc sa invat la geugrafie (ihhhh) si biologie. 

Voi cum v-ati petrecut weekend-ul?