Wednesday 11 April 2018

Dot Hačison - Bašta leptirica (Kolekcionar #1)


Izdavač - DERETA IZDAVAŠTVO
The Butterfly Garden (The Collector #1) by Dot Hutchison
★ ★ ★ ★ ★

"Noću je Bašta bila carstvo senki i mesečine, u kom su se jasno čule sve one iluzije koje su je činile onim što jeste." 

FBI agenti Viktor Hanoverijan i Brendon Edison susreću se sa zločinom koji je mnogo gori od onoga što su zamišljali. Pronašli su Baštu, koja na prvi pogled zbog egzotičnog bilja, drveća i jezera podseća na rajski vrt. Međutim, posle velike eksplozije postaje jasno da ovaj "rajski vrt" krije stravičnu tajnu: grupu otetih devojaka za koje je bašta postala novi dom, a njena okrutna pravila njihova svakodnevnica. 
Zločini traju decenijama, a Baštovan svakoj devojci tetovira velikog leptira na leđa. 

"Bog je stvarao sopstveni mali svet."


"Zašto nas obeležavaš?" 
"Zato što bašta mora da ima svoje leptire." 

Baštovan nije kidnapovao devojke mlađe od šesnaest. Tako da je životni vek u Bašti trajao najduže 5 godina. 

"Kako je dozlaboga nepravedno to što je od nas, od svih mogućih božijih stvorova, napravio baš letire. Pravi leptiri su mogli da odlete daleko, van domašaja. Baštovanove letirice su mogle samo da padnu, a i to retko." 

Agenti su pred teškim zadatkom da otkriju šta se sve dešavalo u Bašti i ko je sve umešan u silovanja i ubistva. Preživele devojke odbijaju da progovore, i njihova jedina nada postaje Maja, takođe jedna od letirica, sama po sebi zagonetka i možda čak i saučesnica misterioznog Baštovana. 
Agenti će morati da ulože veliki trud kako bi zadobili njeno poverenje i naterali je da progovori. 

"Prosto je zapanjujuće na koliko pitanja može da odgovori, a da ustvari uopšte ne da odgovor na ono koje joj je postavljeno. Čak i kad deluje kao da im izlazi u susret, njeni odgovori gotovo uvek nekako skrenu u nepoznatom pravcu, pružajući im određene podatke, ali nikad ne odajući suštinu." 

U Maji smo dobili odličnu naratorku. Simpatičnu, ciničnu i mračnu. Obožavam je. Pričaće vam svoju priču od dana kad se rodila do dana kad je spašena iz Bašte, koja nije nimalo laka, a iza svake njene rečenice ćete se zapitati - Ima li tu još nečega? Podvuće vam se pod kožu, upravo tako mračna.

"Kad puknu, neki ljudi se nikad ponovo ne sastave. A neki pokupe krhotine i zalepe ih, ali oštre ivice ostanu da štrče." 


"Stvar je, zapravo, u očima. Ako si u životu video dovoljno sranja, izgledaćeš starije, bez obzira na to koliko si mladolik." 

Zavolećete i agente - jedan stariji, iskusniji, strpljiviji, drugi mlađi, manje iskusniji i nestrpljiviji. Kao dobar i loš policajac polako otkrivaju sloj po sloj, zagonetku po zagonetku koju im Maja servira pričom. 
Porodice otetih devojaka koje su godinama živeli u neizvesnosti. Neizvesnost ubija. 
Otete devojke različitih karaktera i njihova međusobna prijateljstva, podrška i žrtvovanja na surovom mestu zvanom Bašta. Svaka ima neku svoju priču. 

"Toliko dugo smo živele u nečijoj jezivoj fantaziji da više ne umemo da se snađemo u stvarnosti." 

Koliko god surova i jeziva knjiga bila, ima neke lepote u njoj, i ja sam neizmerno uživala. Ja koja sam sa ovim žanrom na VI, knjigu sam pročitala za par sati. I sad ne mogu dočekati ostale delove. Ako ne verujete meni u vezi ove knjige, onda poverujete Neveni sa stranice KNJIGE O KOJIMA SE PRIČA koja je ekspert u ovom žanru 😊

Ovo je prvi deo serijala Kolekcionar, i svaka knjiga je za sebe, zajedničko su im agenti.
Od mene velika preporuka za ovaj mračni triler ❤ 


COVER REVEAL: Destiny Mine by Anna Zaires


Title: Destiny Mine
Series: Tormentor Mine Book #3
Author: Anna Zaires
Cover Design by Najla Qamber
Release Date: July 3, 2018

BLURB:
Fate made us enemies. I made us lovers.
In a different world, we were meant for each other.
This is not that world.
Note: For optimal enjoyment, it’s recommended you read the Twist Me trilogy prior to starting this book.

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EXCERPT:
“What happened?” Dropping the backpack on the bed, I rush toward him. “Do we have to—”

He catches my face between his big, rough palms and slants his lips across mine in a hard, violently hungry kiss. We didn’t make love last night—I passed out early from jet lag and Peter considerately let me sleep—and I can taste the pent-up lust in this kiss, the dark fire that always burns between us.

Backing me up against the bed, Peter tears off my clothes, then his own, and then, with no preliminaries, he thrusts into me, stretching me with his thickness, battering me with his hard heat. I cry out at the shock of it, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. His eyes glitter fiercely as he stretches my arms above my head, his hands shackling my wrists, and I realize it’s something more than lust driving him today, something savage and desperate.

My body’s response is swift and sudden, like oil catching fire. One minute, I’m gritting my teeth at the merciless force of his thrusts, and the next, I’m hurtling over the edge and screaming as I splinter in brutal ecstasy. There’s no relief in this orgasm, only a lessening of impossible tension, but even that doesn’t last. The second peak, as violent as the first, comes right on its heels, and I cry out at the agonizing spasms, the pleasure ripping me apart as he drives into me, over and over again, riding me through the climax and beyond.

I don’t know how long Peter fucks me like that, but by the time he comes, spurting burning-hot seed inside me, my throat is raw from screaming and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s wrung out from my battered body. The hard muscles of his chest gleam with sweat as he withdraws from me, and I lie there panting, too dazed and exhausted to move.

He leaves, then returns a few moments later with a wet towel, which he uses to pat at the wetness between my legs. “Sara…” His voice is rough, thick with emotion as he leans over me to brush a strand of hair off my sweat-dampened forehead. “Ptichka, I—”

A hard knock on the door jolts us both.

“Peter.” It’s Yan, his voice as sharp as earlier this morning. “You need to hear this. Now.”

Swearing under his breath, Peter jumps off the bed, finds his discarded jeans in the pile of clothes on the floor, and pulls them on without bothering with underwear. The look he gives me over his shoulder is fierce, almost angry, but he doesn’t say anything as he strides out of the room.

I sit up, wincing at the soreness between my thighs, and force myself to get up and take another quick rinse before getting dressed again.

I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m getting an awful premonition.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.

After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.

Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.
In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.
She loves hearing from her readers, so please don't hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.