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venerdì 16 marzo 2018

MY BOOKSHELF: WHAT HE DOESN'T KNOW DI KANDI STEINER



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The ring on her finger was a symbol of her commitment to another man.
That alone should have sobered me.
That alone should have been at the forefront of my mind, but it wasn't.
Charlie Reid was married, she was Charlie Pierce now, and still it didn't matter.
I loved her anyway. 


Kandi Steiner è tornata e quando lo fa per me è come se fosse il giorno di Natale. Con A Love Letter to Whiskey (prossimamente in uscita in italiano!!!) è diventata una mia one click author e una delle mie autrici del cuore. Non mi serve leggere le trame dei suoi libri, perché è e sarà sempre amore alla prima riga. Però le trame di questa nuova duologia attirano come le api sul miele: già leggendo le prime righe si percepiva la tensione, il dolore, l'amore e quel tsunami di emozioni che solo Kandi sa dare vita con le sue parole. Ma ora parliamo di What He Doesn't Know, il primo capitolo.


martedì 6 marzo 2018

MY BOOKSHELF: THEN THERE WAS YOU DI CLAIRE CONTRERAS


COVER REVEAL: WHAT HE DOESN'T KNOW DI KANDI STEINER


What He Doesn’t Know Duet by Kandi Steiner 
Coming March 2018 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography, Lauren Perry 
Cover Designer: Kandi Steiner



On the northeast side of town, there is a house.
The house was once magical, filled with love and joy and plans for the future.
Inside its walls are many things that belong to me — my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me.
And a man.
A man who also belongs to me.
A man I no longer wish to keep.
A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.
No one who knows me would believe Charlie Pierce, the quiet, bookish girl who never made waves is pulling out of the driveway of a man who isn’t her husband.
But they don’t know me at all.
I don’t even know me.
Not anymore.
They say there are two sides to every story, and I suppose in most cases, that’s true. But the one I live inside of? It has three.
On the northeast side of town, there is a house.