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“T.M. Frazier sucked me in from the very first page and then slayed me with the end of Perversion. This trilogy is EPIC!

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PERVERSION, book one in the Perversion Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is available now!

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Love is supposed to be a fairy tale.

Ours is a death wish.

I’m the executioner for the Bedlam Brotherhood.

She’s a con artist working for my greatest enemy.

I use her.

She manipulates me.

We find ourselves on opposite sides of a bloody war.

My heart and head tell me I have to stay away.

My lust for her doesn’t give a sh*t.

Nothing’s fair in love and gang war.

PERVERSION IS BOOK ONE IN THE PERVERSION TRILOGY

BOOK TWO: POSSESSION

BOOK THREE: PERMISSION

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Excerpt:

Emma Jean

When I was younger, I fell in love with magic. I learned every card trick there was from library books and unmasking magic TV specials. I used to put on shows for Gabby that included escaping from complicated knots and trick handcuffs. But what’s magic besides a sleight of hand?

It’s a lie.

And lying is what I’m damn good at.

My ability to spin a tall tale or two lead to stealing wallets and conning people into taking stray pets for the thrill of it. Now, I’m using it to earn for Marco. The thrill is there, but it’s muted, hindered, lost under his pile of mounting threats.

The inside of the casino smells like stale cigarettes, spilled beer, and burnt coffee. We’re not supposed to be in here. It’s Bedlam territory. But that’s also why it’s perfect.

It isn’t like anyone would recognize us here.

We’ve made friends with a few of the cocktail waitresses by giving them a small cut, and they don’t ask questions or ring any alarms when they see us working. I’ve also been straightening my hair over the last few years since my crazy curls stand out like a reflector on a dark highway. I’ve dyed it a few shades darker than my normal honey blonde to help blend in.

Tonight is starting off well. Gabby and I are working a con we’ve run a few times before.

Gabby walks away, her long dark hair swooshing behind her. She gives me a nod as she passes me by on the slot machine I’m pretending to play. She’s just faked losing an expensive engagement ring at another slot machine. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she frantically looked around for it, then loudly announced a thousand-dollar reward would be waiting at the casino cage for whoever returned it.

She is flawless. She should be an actress. And in another life, she would be.

But we don’t live in another life.

We live in Lacking and belong to Los Muertos.

Our lives are not our own.

A few people casually look around the area, then return to their machines when they don’t find the ring Gabby was ranting about. They won’t either. Because it’s not there.

Yet.

It’s go time.

I strut over to the area Gabby just left and put a dollar in the machine. While the wheels spin, I pretend to pick up the dime store ring I already have in my hand. By the time the machine dings to tell me I’ve lost my dollar, I’m turning the ring over, inspecting it like I don’t have half a dozen more just like it in my drawer back at the apartment.

“Would you look at that?” I mutter to myself loud enough so others around me can hear.

A man in an Adidas jumpsuit with a potbelly taps me on the shoulder. “I’ll take that. I saw the woman who dropped it. I’ll go return it to her.”

Liar. You just want the reward.

“That’s so nice of you,” I say. I hold it out, about to drop it into his hand when I pull it back. “I bet there’s a reward for something this valuable.” I start to walk around the man. “I’ll take it up to management. Maybe, they know…”

“Here,” the man says, holding up a hundred-dollar bill. “Take this. I’ll take it to her. I just…you know, as I said, I want to make sure it gets back to the right person.”

You’re not even a good liar.

Sometimes, it’s just too freaking easy. And this scam wasn’t even an Emma Jean and Gabby original. We saw it a long time ago in a movie starring Jennifer Love Hewitt. Doesn’t anyone else watch movies?

I shrug and pass him the ring. Plucking the bill from his hand, I tuck it into my bra. “Thanks,” I say before quickly making my way toward the large glass front doors. It’s Thursday. Marco’s money is due in two days, and we’re short this week.

Really short.

I walk slowly and wave goodbye to the valets with a smile on my face. “Any luck, tonight?” One asks me.

“I think so,” I answer with a smile. Once I’m down the sidewalk and out of view, I scramble to the side of the casino where I kick off my heels and change from the sequined dress I’d stolen from a dry-cleaner into a pair of cut-off shorts and my yellow Keds.

Now, all I have to do is wait for Gabby.

I don’t have to wait long.

“Run!” Gabby yells, darting from the doors of the casino with two large men wearing tight black security t-shirts close behind. Running from security is terrifying enough, knowing that we’re running from members of the Bedlam Brotherhood kicks it up a notch.

I grab my backpack and sling it across my shoulders. I move as fast as I can until I’m running right alongside her. We race through the gates, cross the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by two cars. We duck into a hole in a fence and run through one backyard after the other.

“One of those cunt waitresses must have tipped them off!” Gabby says, through shallow breaths. She’s barefoot in a black mini-dress hiked up to her ass to give her long legs room to run. Her long thick hair is wrapped around her face, sticking to her mouth.

We hit the sixth backyard. Without another word, we separate behind a clothesline. We’ve mapped out this escape plan a thousand times, but this is the first time we’ve ever had to use it.

When I make it into the central part of town, to the Los Muertos/Bedlam border, I can no longer hear the shouts of the security guards. I lost them.

Hopefully, Gabby did, too.

I use a tower of stacked-up wooden pallets on the sidewalk like a ladder to scale a concrete wall, then drop down into the alley.

I grow more panic-stricken the longer I wait for Gabby. I bite the inside of my lip, pacing back and forth along the high wall. The Bedlam Brotherhood runs the security at the casino. If they catch her and find out who she is? Or worse? Who her brother is? They’ll… I shake the thought from my mind. She’ll be fine.

She HAS to be fine.

Please be okay, Gabby. Please.

I’m trying to catch my breath and pull myself together when I hear a clink echo through the alley as if someone dropped some spare change, followed by the sound of something heavy dropping to the asphalt.

“Gabby?” I ask into the darkness. Thinking it’s her, relief washes over me like rain on a barren desert.

My only answer is the flickering of a fluorescent light mounted high on the roof’s edge of the adjoining building. And the hiss of what sounds like a cat behind a dumpster.

I walk over and peer around it. “Gabby? Are you hurt? Say something!” I whisper-shout.

Someone moves from within the shadow. “Get out here, Gabby. We’ve got to go before Mar…”

The light flickers again, for just a second. That second is all I need to see that the someone slowly stalking toward me is not Gabby.

It’s a man…twice my size.

“Who are you?” I ask, shuffling backward as the man cloaked in a black leather hood emerges from the shadows. The front of his jacket is open. Underneath, he’s shirtless, covered in a sheen of sweat, and more tattoos than visible skin all the way up the front of his throat. His muscled chest and abs flex with each step he takes. The hood shadows most of his face, but when the lights flicker again, yellow eyes glow from within.

And they’re locked on me.

My ‘save your ass’ mode kicks in.

The man is blocking the only exit. My only other chance of escape is to scale the same wall I used to drop into the alley.

I keep moving backward as he approaches until my back hits the wall. I look left and right for something to use to climb on.

There’s nothing but emptiness.

My stomach sinks, but surrender is not an option.

I swallow hard as the alarm bells scream in my head for me to run. Somewhere. Anywhere.

There’s nowhere to go!

My legs tremble. Fear crawls like a million spiders along the backs of my legs. I push myself further against the wall as if I can squish the feeling away, but it’s useless.

Fear consumes me. Swallows me whole.

He continues toward me. As he gets closer, I realize it’s not just sweat glistening on his skin. There’s something else splattered across the tattoos on his chest and on his stubbled jaw.

It almost looks like wet paint.

My breathing stops when he’s close enough that I can make out the tattoo on the front of his throat.

A bleeding black rose.

The symbol of the Bedlam Brotherhood.

I’ve heard stories about Grim. The man in the hood. The executioner for Bedlam. They were all terrifying, but not nearly as terrifying as the reality of coming face to face with the man himself.

“We didn’t do anything,” I blurt. “I mean, we did, but it wasn’t a big deal. I’ll…I’ll give the money back. Just tell your men not to hurt my friend. It was all my idea. Let her go, and you can take me.”

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks. His voice is so thick and deep I feel it more than hear it. Shivers erupt all over my body.

He raises his arm, revealing a long curved blade.

For the first time in my life, I can’t seem to be able to hide my fear with my wit or sarcasm. My throat tightens. I can’t swallow, never mind speak. I’ve lost my words completely, along with my nerve.

The man’s blade drips red onto the pavement from the serrated tip.

Every fear response I didn’t even know I had runs rampant. I’m holding my breath. My muscles tense as if running was still an option. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickle my skin as they stand on end. I raise up to my tip-toes and push back, trying to make myself disappear into the wall.

I glance from the knife back to his chest, then back again. The splatters across his skin?

It’s not fucking paint.

Before I can process what the hell is happening, he switches from slow-stalking mode into hyper-speed, pinning my wrists above my head. His hard, bloodied chest pushes against me, smearing blood across my white tank top, forcing the back of my head to connect roughly with the wall.

“I’ll only ask you this one more time. Who the fuck are you?” His low guttural growl rattles my bones.

His unblinking, angry, golden eyes lock onto mine. Without the fluorescent light, they’re more golden brown than a glowing yellow. As much as I want to, I can’t look away. He could be the last person I ever see.

The thought is just the spike of adrenaline I need.

“Let me go,” I say, finally finding my words. I try and jerk my wrists from his grip with no luck. I’m trapped. My fear and anger rise to the surface, but I shove it back down. Fear won’t get me out of this situation, so it will have to wait for its damned turn.

He digs his rough fingers into my skin. “Answer me. Who the fuck are you?”

The bite of pain only makes me angrier. I throw his question back at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

He glances down at my rapidly rising and falling chest before pinning me with his stare. The corner of his mouth tugs up in a half-smirk.

“So much confidence for someone who’s trembling,” he says with an amused glint shining in his demonic eyes.

I shrug. “Maybe, I’m just not a fan of enclosed spaces,” I say through gritted teeth.

“You didn’t answer me,” he says.

“Why do you have blood all over you?” I answer him with yet another question. “You know, if you were committing some kind of crime back there, you should be more careful. I recommend a bleach bath and death by fire for your clothes the first chance you get. If it’s self-harm, I’m sure there’s a helpline you can call.”

He cocks his head to the side. His nostrils flare. His face is only inches away. I can feel the heat from his body against mine. His cool breath flutters against my neck.

I’ve never been this close to a man before. My trembling grows. My inner thighs shake sending a rippling wave of something very unfamiliar coursing through the center my body. I try and press my legs together to stop it from happening again, but when he uses his knee to wedge my legs apart, caging me in even further, it only grows, uncoiling from within like a slinky being pulled apart at the ends.

I swallow hard as the stubble of his jaw presses against my neck.

“Name,” he demands, his voice raspier than before.

I shut my eyes tight for a beat, trying to gain composure, control, something that will help me as I try and reason my way out of this. “Listen, I didn’t see anything,” I blurt. “That is if you did anything. I’m not going to call the police if that’s what you’re worried about. I wouldn’t anyway, even if I saw something, which I didn’t.”

His brows knit together in a harsh line. “Why?”

His question confuses me.

“Why what?”

“Why wouldn’t you tell the police?”

Because Marco owns them.

“Let’s just say that I haven’t exactly been a model citizen myself tonight. Let’s face it. If the police around here weren’t being paid not to do their jobs, half this town would be locked up.” I take a deep, shaky breath. “Especially people like us.”

He stills. There’s no more talking. Only heavy breathing and a battle of wills. He releases one of my hands. I think he’s reaching for his knife. My blood turns cold. I can feel my face pale as my heart starts beating as faster and faster as if it wants to get in as many as possible before the end.

I’m surprised when he doesn’t go for his knife. Instead, his hand travels slowly down my chest into my cleavage.

“No, don’t!” I say, but it’s too late, he’s already yanked on my locket.

“Please just give it back, and let me go,” I plead. Feeling like it’s my real heart he’s torn from my chest. “It’s the only thing in this world that means anything to me. Besides my best friend, it’s all I have.”

I hate the desperation in my voice, but it’s the truth.

He’s silent for a moment. He raises his arms. I flinch, raising my arms over my face defensively. But when nothing happens, I lower them, just in time to see him push back his hood, revealing his face.

“Why?” I ask, closing my eyes knowing full well that the only time a criminal reveals himself to a witness is right before they take them out.

“Look at me,” he demands, holding my face in his hand.

“No!” I say, shutting my eyes tighter.

“Look at me!” he bellows. He’s on me again. This time, he holds my head in his large rough hands. “Open your fucking eyes so you can see me.”

With no other choice than to get my head squished like a turtle under a car tire, I do as he demands. Opening my eyes, I blink through the haze, and when it clears, I’m met with tousled, medium-length, light brown hair, slicked back on the top, shorn close to head on the sides. His nose is slightly crooked like it’s been broken a few times before. The stubble on his square, defined jaw is a few days over needing a shave. A jagged scar runs through his chin like an angry white lightning bolt.

He’s the most fucking beautifully terrifying man I’ve ever seen.

He’s searching my eyes for something, but I don’t know what.

“Why?” I ask in a whisper.

His hands release mine, but he doesn’t step back. He leans in closer, speaking against my cheek in a rumble of a whisper. The strange feeling from earlier comes back as a zap of electricity bouncing around my insides looking for somewhere to ground.

I’m breathing heavy. Our lips are so close, almost touching. He slides one hand off my face, snaking it around my neck, pulling me closer. He starts to answer in a rumble of a whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on my already prickled skin. “Because I want you to see the face of the man who’s just—”

“Where the fuck are you?” calls Gabby from the other side of the wall. “I lost them!”

The moment, whatever it is, is now broken. The man releases me so suddenly I brace myself against the wall to keep from falling. I turn my head toward her voice.

“Gabby!” I shout back.

My heart is beating out of control. Out of habit, I raise my hand to my chest, seeking familiar comfort.

I look up. The man in the hood is gone.

And so is my locket.

About the Author

T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier never dreamed that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. Now, she is a five-time USA Today bestselling author and her books have been translated into numerous languages and published all around the world.

T.M. enjoys writing what she calls sexy‘wrongside of the tracks romance’ with morally corrupt anti-heroes and ballsy heroines.

Her books have been described as raw, dark and gritty. Basically, what that means, is while some authors are great at describing a flower as it blooms, T.M. is better at describing it in the final stages of decay.

She loves meeting her readers, but if you see her at an event please don’t pinch her because she’s not ready to wake up from this amazing dream.

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Stacking the Shelves #286

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The Gilded Wolves(The Gilded Wolves, 1) – Roshani Chokshi

Set in a darkly glamorous world The Gilded Wolves is full of mystery, decadence and dangerous but thrilling adventure.

Paris, 1889: The world is on the cusp of industry and power, and the Exposition Universelle has breathed new life into the streets and dredged up ancient secrets. In this city, no one keeps tabs on secrets better than treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier, Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. But when the all-powerful society, the Order of Babel, seeks him out for help, Séverin is offered a treasure that he never imagined: his true inheritance. To find the ancient artifact the Order seeks, Séverin will need help from a band of experts:

An engineer with a debt to pay. A historian who can’t yet go home. A dancer with a sinister past. And a brother in all but blood, who might care too much.

Together, they’ll have to use their wits and knowledge to hunt the artifact through the dark and glittering heart of Paris. What they find might change the world, but only if they can stay alive.

Par Accident – Harlan Coben

Gardez votre sang-froid, la nuit sera longue.
Il y a quinze ans, la vie de Nap Dumas a basculé : dernière année de lycée, son frère jumeau et la petite amie de celui-ci ont été retrouvés morts sur la voie ferrée.
Double suicide d’amoureux ?
Nap n’y a jamais cru.
Désormais flic, Nap voit ressurgir le passé : Rex, leur ami d’enfance, vient d’être sauvagement assassiné. Sur les lieux du crime, les empreintes d’une femme que Nap pensait disparue : Maura, son amour de jeunesse, dont il était sans nouvelles depuis quinze ans.
Le choc est total pour le policier. Celle qu’il aimait serait-elle une dangereuse psychopathe ? Où est Maura ? Et s’il était le prochain sur sa liste ?
La vérité est proche. Si proche. Bien plus terrible et dangereuse que tout ce que Nap imagine…
Puisant dans les légendes urbaines de la ville où il a grandi, le boss du thriller livre un jeu de fausses pistes effroyable.

Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith by Jon Krakauer

Synopsis: A multilayered, bone-chilling narrative of messianic delusion, savage violence, polygamy, and unyielding faith. This is vintage Krakauer, an utterly compelling work of nonfiction that illuminates an otherwise confounding realm of human behavior.

Jon Krakauer’s literary reputation rests on insightful chronicles of lives conducted at the outer limits. In Under The Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith, he shifts his focus from extremes of physical adventure to extremes of religious belief within our own borders. At the core of his book is an appalling double murder committed by two Mormon Fundamentalist brothers, Ron and Dan Lafferty, who insist they received a revelation from God commanding them to kill their blameless victims. Beginning with a meticulously researched account of this “divinely inspired” crime, Krakauer constructs a multilayered, bone-chilling narrative of messianic delusion, savage violence, polygamy, and unyielding faith. Along the way, he uncovers a shadowy offshoot of America’s fastest-growing religion, and raises provocative questions about the nature of religious belief.

Krakauer takes readers inside isolated communities in the American West, Canada, and Mexico, where some forty-thousand Mormon Fundamentalists believe the mainstream Mormon Church went unforgivably astray when it renounced polygamy. Defying both civil authorities and the Mormon establishment in Salt Lake City, the leaders of these outlaw sects are zealots who answer only to God. Marrying prodigiously and with virtual impunity (the leader of the largest fundamentalist church took seventy-five “plural wives,” several of whom were wed to him when they were fourteen or fifteen and he was in his eighties), fundamentalist prophets exercise absolute control over the lives of their followers, and preach that any day now the world will be swept clean in a hurricane of fire, sparing only their most obedient adherents.

Weaving the story of the Lafferty brothers and their fanatical brethren with a clear-eyed look at Mormonism’s violent past, Krakauer examines the underbelly of the most successful homegrown faith in the United States, and finds a distinctly American brand of religious extremism. The result is vintage Krakauer, an utterly compelling work of nonfiction that illuminates an otherwise confounding realm of human behavior.

Review: I read very few non fiction novels, but there are always topics that particulary interest me and that make it very easy for me to go to them. I must admit that this Mormons theme really intrigued me. It is a “religion” that I know very badly and I was very curious to learn more.

The author shares several facts, stories about the creation of this movement by Joseph Smith in the 1840s (if I’m not mistaken), but it also intersects with other stories more or less recent with testimonials. In these, he was mainly interested in the story of Ron and Dan Lafferty and the terrible murder they committed in the name of God. The author also discusses the problems of polygamy and the impact it has had on society as well as the consequences of such practices. It was terrible to see the place of the woman in all this, to see the problems of pedophilia, rape, and even incest. It certainly is not a generality, but it was very difficult to see what these women are going through and how much they are being used. I understand that the author deals with the most extreme Mormons, those who have been excommunicated since the church tried to modernize and change their practices. Indeed, it is now forbidden for them to be polygamous, but there remains a large population who refused this change and who remained determined to live the way that Joseph Smith had taught.

It was a very interesting book that taught me a lot about the formation and evolution of this cult.

 

Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating de Christina Lauren (VO)

Résumé (traduction personnelle) : La plupart des hommes n’arrivent pas gérer Hazel. Avec l’énergie d’un enfant en bas âge et la bouche d’un marin, ils sont souvent trop timides pour reconnaître son cœur en or. Le New York Times et Christina Lauren (Roomies, Beautiful Bastard), auteurs de best-sellers internationaux, racontent l’histoire de deux personnes qui ne sortent pas ensemble, même si elles se retrouvent souvent au lit.

Hazel Camille Bradford sait qu’elle est difficile à gérer – et franchement, la plupart des hommes ne sont pas à la hauteur du défi. Si son armée d’animaux de compagnie et de sensations fortes pour l’absurde ne les fait pas fuir, son manque de filtre signifie qu’elle dira exactement la mauvaise chose au mauvais moment. Leur perte. C’est une bonne âme à la recherche d’amusement.

Josh Im connait Hazel depuis l’université, où son espièglerie loufoque s’est révélée complètement incompatible avec sa retenue moelleuse. Dès la première nuit où ils se sont rencontrés – quand elle a gracieusement vomi sur ses chaussures – quand elle lui a envoyé un courriel inintelligible dans une brume post-chirurgicale, Josh a toujours considéré Hazel plus comme un spectacle que comme un pair. Mais maintenant, dix ans plus tard, après que les tromperies de sa petite-amie bouleversent sa vie, sortir avec Hazel est une bouffée d’air frais.

Pas que Josh et Hazel sortent ensemble. Au moins, pas l’un avec l’autre. Parce qu’organiser des rendez-vous terribles en double et à l’aveugle signifie qu’il n’y a rien entre eux … non?

Avis : Voilà le second roman de Christina Lauren que je lis et je dois dire que je suis sous le charme ! Je ne m’attendais pas à aimer tellement ce roman mais c’est un petit bijou et j’ai eu beaucoup de mal à le lâcher. Comment résister à Hazel ? Comme j’ai aimé ce personnage ! Tellement tellement aimé ! Au bout de quelques chapitres j’étais déjà sûre qu’il me faudrait le roman en papier pour l’avoir dans ma bibliothèque et pourvoir lire et relire ce nouveau livre. Oui, c’est à ce point et je suis si contente de l’avoir tenté !

Hazel, ô Hazel, comme tu m’as fait rêver. Même si les gens ne savent pas voir à quel point tu es une femme extraordinaire, moi je le vois et je veux être comme toi ! Tes différences ne te rendent pas moins géniale, mais te propulsent au-dessus de tous les autres ! Oui, parce que j’ai adoré ton âme d’enfant, te voir t’amuser d’un rien, profiter de la vie même si les autres te jugent, et mon cœur s’est brisé quand je t’ai vue continuer à sourire alors qu’au fond de toi tu étais triste, déçue, et brisée par les gens qui ne te comprennent pas et qui aimeraient que tu sois normale. Parce que tu l’es Hazel, c’est juste qu’ils sont trop étriqués pour le voir.

Et qui aurait cru que tu retomberais sur ton amour de jeunesse, celui dont tu es persuadée qu’il ne voudra jamais de toi. Mais tu vas l’aider, tu vas être sa meilleure amie avant même qu’il ne s’en rende compte, tu vas rentrer dans sa vie comme un tsunami, mais tu vas la rendre tellement belle aussi ! Pourtant, plusieurs fois mon petit cœur s’est serré pour toi. Mais c’est vrai qu’on te comprend aussi, comment résister à Josh ? Il est tellement… tout. Mais est-ce que ça peut marcher ? Et ça c’est la question la plus difficile, c’est quelque chose de très compliqué, parce que tu sais que tu ne seras jamais la femme qui lui faudrait. Tu ne veux pas être brisée, surtout par lui, tu l’es assez par les autres qui ne comprennent pas. Tu veux rester sa meilleure amie.

Oui Hazel, j’ai adoré ce roman grâce à toi mais aussi grâce à Josh et tu m’as complètement emportée et maintenant je me dis que je vais devoir lire tous les livres de Christina Lauren s’ils sont tous aussi bien ! Et surtout j’ai hâte de t’avoir dans ma bibliothèque pour te redécouvrir encore et encore parce que tu le mérites !

Concours – A la découverte du MM

Aujourd’hui, uniquement un petit concours grâce aux éditons MxM Bookmark ! Vous pouvez gagner un exemplaire papier du recueil : A la découverte du MM. Le concours est ouvert à la France et la Belgique ! Merci de vous connecter et valider les options de la forme à la fin du post.


Résumé : La romance MM (ou la romance gay) s’est installée en France il y a déjà plusieurs années. Faisant succomber les lecteurs en renouvelant les codes du genre, le MM se décline aussi bien en fantasy qu’en fantastique, en passant par la romance comme vous la connaissez tous. Dans ce recueil, découvrez 5 histoires courtes, idéal pour découvrir la romance MM.

– Le roi du bourbon, Avon Gale
– Cinder, Marie Sexton
– Amours et mots croisées, Eli Easton
– Barman & Detective, Ethan Stone
– Abonne toi, Jay Bell

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Night and Silence by Seanan McGuire

October Daye, Book 12

Synopsis: Things are not okay.

In the aftermath of Amandine’s latest betrayal, October “Toby” Daye’s fragile self-made family is on the verge of coming apart at the seams. Jazz can’t sleep, Sylvester doesn’t want to see her, and worst of all, Tybalt has withdrawn from her entirely, retreating into the Court of Cats as he tries to recover from his abduction. Toby is floundering, unable to help the people she loves most heal. She needs a distraction. She needs a quest.

What she doesn’t need is the abduction of her estranged human daughter, Gillian. What she doesn’t need is to be accused of kidnapping her own child by her ex-boyfriend and his new wife, who seems to be harboring secrets of her own. There’s no question of whether she’ll take the case. The only question is whether she’s emotionally prepared to survive it.

Signs of Faerie’s involvement are everywhere, and it’s going to take all Toby’s nerve and all her allies to get her through this web of old secrets, older hatreds, and new deceits. If she can’t find Gillian before time runs out, her own child will pay the price. One question remains:

Who in Faerie remembered Gillian existed? And what do they stand to gain? No matter how this ends, Toby’s life will never be the same.

Review: I love Seanan McGuire and even more this series, so you can imagine that I threw myself on this new volume! Oh yes, and I loved the story once again!

Oh Toby, my poor Toby … You do everything for everyone, you’re there for them, you go on perilous quests to help others and what do you get back as a reward? A lot of problems. It’s not fair, that’s for sure and my heart broke when I saw all that you went through … Tybalt who abandons you, not because he does not want you anymore, but because he can not heal and finally he does not want to let you help him overcoming that. I think it’s the hardest thing. I know that he counts a lot for you and that it’s difficult even if you do not want to let it show. And then, things get worse when Cliff, your ex-husband and his new wife come to accuse you of kidnapping your daughter. Your own daughter! And then your life is once again upset down. Your daughter is in danger and you will do everything to find and protect her.

I was touched by this story. Toby will finally face her old family and will discover frustrating, annoying and yet so surprising secrets. I was sad, angry and happy with her. Old enemies will reappear, some that we did not think to see again! Many things in perspective!

I also loved having this little novella at the end of the story from Gillian’s point of view and I can not wait to see how the events are going to turn now!

Night and Silence de Seanan McGuire (VO)

October Daye, Tome 12

Résumé (traduction personnelle) : Les choses ne vont pas bien.

À la suite de la dernière trahison d’Amandine, la fragile famille d’October «Toby» Daye est sur le point de s’effondrer. Jazz ne peut pas dormir, Sylvester ne veut pas la voir, et pire que tout, Tybalt s’est complètement retiré, se réfugiant dans la Cour des Chats alors qu’il tente de se remettre de son enlèvement. Toby patauge, incapable d’aider les gens qu’elle aime le plus à guérir. Elle a besoin d’une distraction. Elle a besoin d’une quête.

Ce dont elle n’a pas besoin, c’est de l’enlèvement de sa fille humaine, Gillian. Ce dont elle n’a pas besoin, c’est d’être accusée d’avoir kidnappé son propre enfant par son ex-petit ami et sa nouvelle femme, qui semble avoir elle-même des secrets. Il ne fait aucun doute qu’elle va prendre l’affaire. La seule question est de savoir si elle est émotionnellement prête à survivre.

Les signes de l’implication de la Faerie sont partout, et cela va mettre toute la patience de Toby à l’épreuve et elle aura besoin de tous ses alliés pour l’emmener à travers ce réseau de vieux secrets, de haines plus anciennes, et de nouvelles tromperies. Si elle ne trouve pas Gillian avant le temps imparti, son propre enfant en paiera le prix. Une question demeure: Qui en Faerie se souvenait que Gillian existait? Et qu’ont-ils à gagner? Peu importe comment cela se termine, la vie de Toby ne sera jamais la même.

Avis : J’adore Seanan McGuire et encore plus cette série, alors vous vous doutez que je me suis jetée sur ce nouveau tome ! Oh oui, et j’ai beaucoup aimé l’histoire une fois de plus !

Oh Toby, ma pauvre Toby… Tu fais tout pour tout le monde, tu es là pour eux, tu pars dans des quêtes périlleuses pour aider les autres et qu’est-ce que tu récupères derrière ? Un grand nombre de problèmes. Ce n’est pas juste, ça c’est sûr et mon cœur s’est brisé quand j’ai vu tout ce que tu as traversé… Tybalt qui t’abandonne, pas parce qu’il ne veut plus de toi non, mais parce qu’il n’arrive pas à guérir et que finalement il ne veut pas que tu l’aides à surmonter ça. Je crois que c’est le plus dur. Je sais qu’il compte énormément pour toi et que c’est sûr même si tu ne veux pas le laisser transparaître. Et puis voilà, les choses empirent quand Cliff, ton ex-mari et sa nouvelle femme viennent t’accuser d’avoir enlevé ta fille. Ta propre fille ! Et alors ta vie est une fois de plus bouleversée. Ta fille est en danger et tu feras tout pour la retrouver et la protéger.

J’ai été touchée par cette histoire. Toby va finalement faire face à son ancienne famille et va découvrir des secrets frustrants, énervants et pourtant tellement surprenant. J’ai été triste, énervée et contente avec elle. D’anciens ennemis vont réapparaitre, certains qu’on ne pensait pas revoir de sitôt ! Beaucoup de choses en perspective !

J’ai aussi adoré avoir cette petite nouvelle à la fin de l’histoire du point de vue de Gillian et je suis impatiente de voir comment les événements vont tourner à présent !