A vos agendas : Découvrez Comme une envie de toi d"Adeline Klay

Il lui donne envie de tout redécouvrir

Et voilà, de nouveau seule… Depuis le départ de son ex, Noémie a repris sa vie de célibataire. Et ce n’est pas du tout ce à quoi elle s’attendait. Elle s’imaginait déjà pleurer pendant des jours et ne pas réussir à s’en remettre. Mais, au lieu de ça, elle ne cesse de penser au beau livreur qui se tenait devant sa porte ce matin. Avec ses grands yeux noirs et son sourire craquant, il l’a complètement charmée. Alors, même si elle n’est pas tout à fait sûre d’être prête, Noémie a bien l’intention de le revoir.

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A vos agendas : Découvrez Une leçon avec toi d"Adeline Klay

Avec lui, elle sera une élève très appliquée

Un nouveau moniteur ? Morgane n’attendait que ça. Car, ces derniers temps, ses leçons de conduite ont été un vrai cauchemar. Et elle ne pouvait vraiment pas mieux tomber : cheveux bruns en bataille, barbe de trois jours, regard magnétique ; avec Florian, les heures passées derrière le volant risquent de devenir beaucoup plus intéressantes. D’ailleurs, Morgane a bien l’intention de déconcentrer son nouveau professeur, et de rendre leurs leçons un peu plus… excitantes.

Date de sortie : 8 août

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A vos agendas : Découvrez Rien qu'à toi d"Adeline Klay

Cette nuit, elle ne sera qu’à lui

Qu’est-ce qui lui arrive ? D’habitude, Laura a toujours une attitude professionnelle. Si elle est ici, c’est pour interviewer Vincent sur son métier de souffleur de verre, pas pour s’attarder sur ses bras musclés et sa peau mate. Mais, en sa présence, c’est comme si elle perdait totalement le contrôle de son corps et de ses pensées, et ça ne lui ressemble pas du tout. Alors, quand elle apprend que la route est bloquée par les intempéries et qu’elle va devoir passer la nuit sur place, Laura n’est pas sûre de résister bien longtemps à son désir. Pas sûre du tout…

Date de sortie : 8 août

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Extract Reveal : Découvrez un extrait de Mixed Up Love de Natasha Madison

   
Hunter Quand mon associé m'a demandé de lui rendre un service, je n'avais aucune idée qu'il m'envoyait à une rendez vous que sa mère avait arrangée pour lui. Je suis entré dans le bar, j'ai vu la femme boire son troisième martini, et j'ai su que j'étais parti pour une nuit mouvementée. Après un deuxième rendez vous inattendu, elle ne connaissait pas mon vrai nom ou qui j'étais vraiment. À ce moment-là, le mensonge était trop poussé et je voulais qu'elle admette la vérité.

Laney Ce n'est pas tous les jours que tu découvres que ton ex-petit ami est fiancé. Je n'aurais pas dû accepter ce rendez vous à l'aveugle. Ma mère a insisté, et je n'étais pas en mesure de refuser une soirée. J'admets que je n'aurais certainement pas dû commander ce quatrième martini avant même l'arrivée de ce rendez vous improvisé. L'homme s'est avéré être propice à l'évanouissement, beau, condescendant, une distraction parfaite. Puis j'ai découvert qu'il était un menteur. Je n'ai jamais été dans ma tête à ce degré. Là encore, je n'ai jamais été amoureuse. .      

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 Walking into the restaurant, the hostess stands there with a smile on her face while I look around and see if maybe there is a guy sitting alone. I notice a couple of guys at the bar, but they look like they are together. Most of the tables are taken but none of them with a single man. “Good evening. How many I help you?” she says. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone, and I don’t see him, reservations under Anthony,” I say, still looking around. The clanking of plates and cutlery fill the room along with soft music coming out of the speaker. She looks down at the pad in front of her. “Yes, Anthony, table for two?” she asks, and I look at her and nod. She grabs two menus and another one that I’m assuming is the wine list. “If you can follow me,” she says and walks to the right of the restaurant. Passing a couple of tables, she sits me at a table for two near the bar and in front of the outdoor patio. “Here you go. Your waiter will be right with you.” I take the seat facing the front door so I can see everyone coming in and out. I grab the linen napkin on the table under my utensils and place it on my lap. I grab the brown menu and open it, my eyes scanning to see what they serve here. I’m not sitting here for more than a minute when the waiter comes to the table, pouring water into the two glasses on the table. “My name is Henry, and I’ll be your server for the evening. Can I start you off with a cocktail while you wait?” “Oh, that sounds so good. I’ll have two.” I laugh, not really joking. “Give me two martinis, two olives with one ice cube.” “Very well,” he says and nods at me. I giggle to myself, scanning the restaurant and people watching. I see a couple of men sitting at the bar facing me as they talk to each other. I look out at the street and watch as cars zoom through and around other cars. Henry comes over a couple of minutes later with two martinis on his tray. He places them both in front of me. I smile at him, raising a glass to him, then take a long gulp. Yup, no sipping here, not after the news I just got. “This is fantastic,” I say. “I’ll take another.” He just nods and walks away, no doubt judging me in his head. But it’s not every day you find out that your gay ex-boyfriend is engaged to another woman. I don’t even think there is a greeting card for that shit, but I could be wrong. I finish off the first martini in record time. The heat of the alcohol slowly creeps up, making my cheeks flustered. I’m glad I took an Uber, I think as I grab the second martini and bring it to my lips. I’m one sip into drinking my second martini when I see a man walk in the door, and the glass stops midair. The only thing going through my mind is holy shit. His black suit molds to his body with a crisp white button-down shirt underneath, and he left the top two buttons open, showing a hint of his tan skin. His black aviator glasses hide his eyes, but it doesn’t matter. His hair is cut short, his face is clean shaven, and his lips—oh my god, his lips are so full, which conjures an image of me sucking his bottom lip to run through my mind. I shake my head; it must be the vodka. “No more drinks for me,” I say under my breath, looking down at the drink in my hand. Then I make the mistake of looking up again, and I see the woman at the hostess stand turn and look around the room. Her eyes stop on me as she points at me, smiling at the man who doesn’t even pay attention to her. He dips his head to her and makes his way over to me. I still can’t see his eyes, but there is no denying that I feel his stare right through me. “Oh, shit,” I whisper to myself, and as he comes closer, I see that his jaw is square, and his chest is wider than I thought. I don’t think I inhale or exhale a breath while he walks around the tables, finally stopping at mine. He takes off his glasses, and I finally see his smoky gray eyes. “Are you Laney?” I don’t know what happens, but my throat closes. I try to talk, but no words come out of my mouth, so I don’t say anything. My mouth opens and then closes again, but not a sound is made. Instead, the waiter comes back, smiling. “Here are two more.” I look at who I think is my blind date as he glares at the man, and I laugh nervously. “It isn’t what it looks like,” I tell the man standing beside the table. “Really? I find it hard to believe. It looks like you’re sitting here waiting for something bad to happen.” He then looks around, eyeing everyone in the place, and it’s a good thing I’m not standing because my legs would give out.  

 



      

 

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Découvrez un extrait de The Chase d'Elle Kennedy

En attendant le 6 août , découvrez un extrait VO de ce roman spin off de la saga Off Campus

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“Dance with me?”

I want to say no.

But I also want to say yes.

I call this the Summer Dilemma—the frustrating, polar reactions this green-eyed, golden-haired goddess sparks in me.

Fuck yes and hell no.

Get naked with her. Run far, far away from her.

“Thanks, but I don’t like to dance.” I’m not lying. Dancing’s the worst.

Besides, when it comes to Summer Di Laurentis, my flight instinct always wins out.

“You’re no fun, Fitzy.” She makes a tsking noise, drawing my gaze to her lips. Full, pink, and glossy, with a tiny mole above the left side of her mouth.

It’s an extremely hot mouth.

Hell, everything about Summer is hot. She’s hands down the best-looking girl in the bar, and every dude in our vicinity is either staring enviously or glowering at me for being with her.

Not that I’m with her. We’re not together. I’m just standing next to her, with two feet of space between us. Which Summer keeps trying to bridge by leaning closer to me.

In her defense, she practically has to scream in my ear for me to hear her over the electronic dance music blasting through the room. I hate EDM, and I don’t like these kinds of bars, the ones with a dance floor and deafening music. Why the subterfuge? Just call your establishment a nightclub, if that’s what you want it to be. The owner of Gunner’s Pub should’ve called this place Gunner’s Club. Then I could’ve turned right around when I saw the sign and spared myself the shattered eardrums.

Not for the first time tonight, I curse my friends for dragging me to Brooklyn for New Year’s Eve. I’d way rather be at home, drinking a beer or two and watching the ball drop on TV. I’m low-key like that.

“You know, they warned me you were a curmudgeon, but I didn’t believe it until now.”

“Who’s they?” I ask suspiciously. “And hey, wait. I’m not a curmudgeon.”

“Hmmm, you’re right—the term is kind of dated. Let’s go with Groucho.”

“Let’s not.”

“No-Fun Police? Is that better?” Her expression is pure innocence. “Seriously, Fitz, what do you have against fun?”

An unwitting smile breaks free. “Got nothing against fun.”

“All right. Then what do you have against me?” she challenges. “Because every time I try talking to you, you run away.”

My smile fades. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s calling me out in public. We’ve had a whopping total of two encounters, but that’s plenty of time for me to know she’s the type who thrives on drama.

I hate drama.

“Got nothing against you, either.” With a shrug, I ease away from the bar, prepared to do what she’s just accused me of—run.

A frustrated gleam fills her eyes. They’re big and green, the same shade as her older brother Dean’s eyes. And Dean’s the reason I force myself to stay put. He’s a good friend of mine. I can’t be a jackass to his sister, both out of respect for him, and for fear of my well-being. I’ve been on the ice when Dean’s gloves come off. He’s got a mean right hook.

“I mean it,” I say roughly. “I have nothing against you. We’re cool.”

“What? I didn’t hear the last part,” she says over the music.

I dip my mouth toward her ear, and I’m surprised that I barely have to bend my neck. She’s taller than the average chick, five-nine or ten, and since I’m six-two and used to towering over women, I find this refreshing.

“I said we’re cool,” I repeat, but I misjudged the distance between my lips and Summer’s ear. The two collide, and I feel a shiver run up her frame.

I shiver too, because my mouth is way too close to hers. She smells like heaven, some fascinating combo of flowers and jasmine and vanilla and—sandalwood, maybe? A man could get high on that fragrance. And don’t get me started on her dress. White, strapless, short. So short it barely grazes her lower thighs.

God fucking help me.

Découvrez le poster de la série Driven de K Bromberg sur Passionflix

K Bromberg vient de dévoiler le poster de sa série Driven dont les 3 premiers épisodes seront diffusés sur Passionflix le 10 août.

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Mon bilan livresque de juillet 2018

Hello les book addicts

Nous sommes déjà en août et je suis sur le vol retour après 15 jours aux Etats Unis. Voici donc mon bilan lectures de ce mois ci avec quelques lectures VO. Un petit mois pour ma part étant donné que je n'ai lu que 2 romans pendant mon voyage car la fatigue étant là , je n'avais pas non plus le temps de me poser pour lire :p

Et vous quel est votre bilan?


1) Rebel de Rebecca Yarros
2) Clash Tome 5 de Jay Crownover
3) Monsters in the dark Tome 2 de Pepper Winters
4) Demande à la maitresse de Béatrice Ruffié Lacas
5) The Heart Line de Mikky Sophie
6) Minute Papillon d'Aurélie Valognes
7) Ravissantes de Nicolas Jaillet
8) Sweet Home de Tillie Cole
9) Un été dans les Hamptons de Sarah Morgan
10) Sweet Rome de Tillie Cole
11) Contrat avec un salaud de Sara Agnès L
12) International Guy Paris d'Audrey Carlan
13) The Tycoon de Molly O'Keefe
14) La délicatesse du homard de Laure Manel
15) Sweet Fall de Tillie Cole
16) Le temps de faire sécher un coeur d'Emlie Riger
17) Esclave du rythme de Jane Harvey Berrick
18) Training Cooper - Julian
19) Deep Cover de Scarlett Cole