APOLOGY

Due to my (Cristina) departure to Uni for the summer exams and Mihaela's problems with the Internet connection for more than two weeks now we were unable to post all the scheduled materials. We apologize for all the missing stops and promise to be back on track in no time.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Jocul Final e real. Jocul Final a inceput. Editura Trei lanseaza prima experienta multimedia integrata carte-joc: Endgame – Jocul final. Convocarea


Prima experienţă multimedia integată carte-joc, Endgame – Jocul final. Convocareade James Frey şi Nils Johnson-Shelton, este lansată în România de Editura Trei în parteneriat cu eMag, pe 31 octombrie 2014, la doar trei săptămâni de la apariţia în Statele Unite.

Primul volum din trilogia Endgame este o carte-fenomen, lansată de HarperCollins într-un tiraj record de 1.000.000 de exemplare.

Endgame – Jocul final. Convocarea se poate achiziţiona în exclusivitate de pe emag.ro, în perioada 31 octombrie - 14 noiembrie 2014.

În acest primul volum al trilogiei eşti martor la căutarea primei Chei dintre cele trei care vor salva lumea. În paginile cărţii este înscrisă o enigmă, pe care eşti invitat să o dezlegi. Fiecare roman din trilogia ENDGAME va fi însoţit de o astfel de “super-enigmă” interactivă constând în indicii inserate în textul cărţii, fie sub forma unor formule sau a unor adrese web.

Cu aplicaţia mobilă AR creată special de Niantic Labs de la Google, cititorii sunt invitaţi să se alăture online în căutarea celor trei chei ascunse care pot salva omenirea pe baza indiciilor din carte. Conceptul inovativ este explicat în videoclipul următor:


Premiile Endgame sunt fabuloase: 500.000 $ pentru rezolvarea enigmei din primul volum, 1.000.000 $ pentru rezolvarea enigmei din al doilea volum şi 1.500.000 $ - premiul final.

”Unicul nostru scop a fost să creăm ceva incredibil, radical, nou – să inventăm viitorul. Să creăm un fenomen global al secolului 21: cărţi, joc, enigme, social media, YouTube, film, reality TV...” - James Frey & Nils Johnson-Shelton

Trilogia Endgame ne dezvăluie o lume populată de seminţii străvechi, din care se trage toată omenirea şi care au fost create şi alese cu mii de ani în urmă. În fiecare seminţie există un Jucător care este antrenat de mic pentru Jocul Final, un eveniment catastrofal care va redefini soarta omenirii. Fiecare Jucător este antrenat conform tradiţiei seminţiei sale şi are însuşiri care îl vor ajuta în confruntarea finală. În apropierea maturităţii, el lasă locul unuia mai tânăr şi ciclul continuă...

Aplicaţia online creată de Google Niantic Labs va fi lansată la începutul anului 2015, pentru a oferi şanse egale la startul competiţiei tuturor cititorilor din cele 30 de ţări unde au fost vândute drepturile de publicare.

Twentieth Century Fox a câştigat drepturile de ecranizare a seriei Endgame. James Frey scrie scenariul primului film, care va fi produs de Wyck Godfrey şi Marty Bowen (Temple Hill), producătorii din spatele marilor succese de casă Twilight Saga şi The Fault in Our Stars (Sub aceeaşi stea - roman apărut la editura Trei).

Jocul Final e real. Jocul Final a început.
Oare exuberanţa va învinge puterea?
Prostia va fi mai presus de bunătate?
Lenea va birui frumuseţea?
Învingătorul va fi bun sau rău?
Există un singur mod de a afla.
Citeşte Endgame – Jocul final. Convocarea!

DESPRE AUTORI

James Frey s-a născut în Cleveland. Toate cărţile lui – O mie de fărâme, Prietenul meu Leonard, Dimineaţă însorită şi Testamentul Final al Sfintei Biblii – au fost bestselleruri internaţionale.

Nils Johnson-Shelton este coautorul succesului editorial Niciun înger. Chinuitoare mea călătorie incognito în Cercul Secret al Îngerilor Iadului şi al seriei pentru adolescenţi Cronici din lumea de dincolo, publicată de Full Fathom Five.


Blog Tour: Excerpt and Giveaway! Finding Now (True North #3) by Allie Juliette Mousseau



Synopsis:
After a tragic accident that plays on an endless loop in her mind, wild child Kate Jolie died inside. She now functions only through her rigid, ironclad routine, which keeps her mind and soul in check – balancing her in a dangerously precarious position between life and death

Rocker and Master's student Sam North knows no limits and seeks out every challenge to conquer and defy. With his cocky grin, piercings, colorful tattoos, undress-you bedroom eyes and magnetic sex appeal, he has no trouble finding women to warm his bed. When he spies his new professor, the gorgeous Ms. Jolie, she’s just another summit he wants to climb in order to reach its peak. But as he begins to catch glimpses of her soul, she becomes his Everest.

Kate Jolie is the only woman who wants nothing to do with Sam North - and the only woman he can’t do without.


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“When I first saw you, you were so stunning I couldn’t think straight,” Sam began.

“When you first saw me you were looking at my ass,” I reminded him.

“Okay, you’re right.” Sam admitted with his hands in surrender. “But in my defense, it is a really fine ass.”

I rolled my eyes and swallowed a flattered laugh.

He continued, “But as the weeks went on, I saw that your intelligence matched your beauty, and Jolie, combined … you left me breathless. I had to get to know you. Then when you got sick behind More Hall, you showed so much strength …”

“Strength? I freaked out and puked all over you.”

“You fell apart and pulled yourself back together again. That took raw guts, Jolie. Trust me, I’ve known a couple people who’ve lived through some nasty things. It takes a hell of a lot of strength to get to the other side of it.”

I worried my bottom lip. He saw me as beautiful and strong?

“I can see the pain behind your eyes and the shadow you’re trying to live with—twenty-six years old with a PhD—you stopped living at some point and became driven. And your clothes—you’re trying to be invisible, which is virtually impossible for you because you have an amazing body.” He cocked an eyebrow at me, and if I had felt any anger at his intuition and bold assessment, it melted. “I want to know you. So, are you going to give our friendship a chance?”

In six years no one had ever done this to me, made me want to come out of the hiding place I’d built. I knew my voice would be pained and small but I spoke anyway.

“How do we do it?”

I expected his face to light up with his telltale smile, but it didn’t. Instead he became really serious. “No plan, Jolie. We live for each moment, each day. We find now and hold ourselves in that space until we’re ready to make a new one.”

“Okay … Sam. Friends.” I held out my hand to his.

He regarded it for a moment, took it like he was about to shake it, then said, “Ah, what the hell,” and yanked me up against him, putting his arms around me and folding me into a deep hug.

I liked the feel of him very much.






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Allie Juliette Mousseau writes sexy, emotionally-charged New Adult and Adult Romance in a variety of genres and temperatures. She also creates captivating YA worlds through the magic of ink. 
She can always be found writing, playing in puddles with her children, hiking with her husband, or adventuring somewhere in the world. Her favorite place to write on warm days is outdoors, but when the weather gets too cold, she'll be inside at her desk inspired by the mountain view from her home office in Montana where she lives with her loving husband, children, and golden retriever. 
She loves to travel, and lived for three years in her RV with her family while visiting the national parks and forests of the U.S. and a couple Canadian provinces. Allie loves chatting to her readers through email and social media! Come visit her through any of her links below!


 





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Release Day Blitz: Teasers and Giveaway! Chaos (Unhinged #3) by Timberlyn Scott




Synopsis:
Secrets...

The secrets are still there, plaguing me, disrupting my everyday life, only now... the unthinkable has happened.

Lies...

Payton insists that it is time that I deal with the lies that seem to make up my entire existence, the ones that have produced the chaos in my head. I don’t know if she realizes it, but if it weren’t for her being by my side, I don’t know how I would survive.

Greed...

Everything is unfolding right before my eyes, the truth is being revealed and there are people who don’t want us to be together, but as I have vowed before, no one will keep her from me.

Payton is my anchor in the waves that are crashing through my life and I will do anything to keep her safe.

My name is Sebastian Trovato and this is the conclusion of my story.


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I can hear the question now... Why? Why do you have another pen name?

It actually came about when a storyline developed in my head. As I saw it coming together, I knew it was vastly different than what Nicole Edwards writes. So, it was then that I was created.

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Blog Tour: Excerpt and Giveaway! Unspoken by Brenda Rothert




Synopsis:
Palmer Sinclair was on the edge of happily ever after when she broke off her engagement to Brady Grant. The end of their relationship marked the beginning of a painful solitary journey for her. Though she makes places beautiful with her work as an interior designer, the rest of her life is anything but beautiful – it’s slowly pulling her under.

Brady, a contractor, is swiftly building his business into an empire. Work is a faithful companion that never lets him down like Palmer did. When he sees women now, it’s on his terms. And his terms are simple: just sex. He won’t let a woman break him again.

Palmer is barely holding it together when she and Brady are unexpectedly paired on a project after a year apart. The pull between them is stronger than ever, but the fallout from their reconnection leaves them both wondering if maybe some things are better left unsaid.


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Chapter 1

I grinned at the image of the bride in the magazine I held, picturing her classic, beaded veil and big cascading curls on myself.

“You like?” I asked, turning the magazine around for my design partner Georges to see.

“Eh,” he said, frowning. “Maybe if you were going to prom in 1985. Add some pink frosted lipstick and dark blue eye shadow.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t want my hair pulled back tight the way you like. Brady wouldn’t like it, either. He likes to touch my hair. You know, run his hands through it.”

Georges gave me a horrified stare. “Not on your wedding day, Palmer! What about the photos? Tell him to keep his caveman hands to himself until the wedding night.”

Just the words wedding night brought on a tingle of excitement. Not that Brady didn’t bring it every time we had sex, but the idea of wedding night sex was especially hot. He’d told me about a fantasy involving his face between my thighs while I still had the dress on, and I couldn’t deny that I was now fantasizing about it, too.

“We still have quite a few details to work out,” Georges said, looking up from the bridal magazine he was flipping through to give me a chastising look over the dark rims of his glasses.

“I know,” I said, snapping out of my sexy reverie about Brady. “Let me get out my wedding planner.”

“Let’s finish this over sushi,” Georges said. “I skipped lunch and I’m starving.”

I glanced down at my watch and shook my head. “Ugh, it’s after six. I can’t. My mom asked me to stop by her house on my way home and I told her I’d be there around six.”

“Damn you. Now I have to get carryout.” Georges rolled his eyes dramatically.

“I’ll buy lunch tomorrow,” I said. “Don’t forget that we’re going to the florist’s shop for a dry run of the centerpieces.”

Georges’ face brightened. “Let’s go visit the dress again, too.”

“Maybe,” I said, smiling at him. “It has been a full week since we last saw it. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

He nodded and turned back to the magazine. I checked my phone on the way to the parking deck, smiling when I saw a message from Brady.

Brady: Going to see Dad. Be home late. Lunch tomorrow? Love you.

I wrote back, glancing up occasionally to make sure I didn’t crash into anyone. 

Me: Lunch with G tomorrow. I’ll cook dinner tomorrow night at my place. Love you too.

We still called it my place even though he’d practically moved in. One married, we planned to live in my tiny bungalow after instead of his tiny apartment. Between Brady’s building skills and my design ones, we’d made my place into a cozy love nest.

On the drive to Mom’s, I let my mind wander to the job I’d just been hired for. I was designing a nursery for twins – a boy and a girl. My client loved a traditional look, so I was using gingham, soft yellows and greens and gorgeous white painted furniture. 

This job was creating unexpectedly strong maternal pangs. Brady and I both wanted kids, but we wanted to wait a couple years. He was paying a price for his father’s lousy decisions, and we both had to focus on our careers for a while.

Still, I let myself dream about the day we’d have a baby. Hopefully one with his dark hair and bright green eyes.

I parked in front of Mom’s house, noticing the faded maroon shutter that had been hanging by one screw had finally fallen off. Brady had offered to paint the dingy brownish exterior when Mom and Danny moved in here last year, but Mom always put him off, saying she knew he was too busy with work. 

This place needed a spruce-up, though, even if Brady and I had to show up and just do it. Weeds were beginning to overtake the small flower bed next to the front porch.

When I pulled open the creaky back screen door, Mom glanced up from the kitchen table and stood, meeting me for a hug. She held on longer than usual, and I studied her face when she pulled away.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She headed for the stove, not meeting my curious gaze. “I made you a plate of dinner. Chicken pot pie.”

I sank into a chair at the table, looking around the kitchen for my younger brother. “Where’s Danny?” 

On cue, his wheelchair came rolling into the room. 

“Almer!” he cried, reaching out his arms. I grinned and stood, bending down to hug him tight, the way he liked.
As soon as I released him, he turned his chair around, grunting with the effort, and worked his way back out of the room.

“Where are you going?” I called behind him. “I just got here!”

“Cubs,” he said shortly.

I smiled at his retreating form, realizing I should’ve guessed from his baseball hat and Cubs t-shirt that he was immersed in a game on TV. Though he was 23, Danny’s doctors said he had the mental capacity of a four-year-old. I knew he was smarter than they gave him credit for. But no matter what his mental capacity, he was the brightest ray of sunshine in my life. I’d been in one fist fight in my life – when I was eight and a kid in our neighborhood called my five-year-old brother stupid. 

Mom set a plate down in front of me, fussing over grabbing the salt and pepper shakers and a napkin and pouring me a glass of iced tea.

“I can get that stuff. Sit down,” I said. “This looks delish.”

“How are the wedding plans coming?” she asked, her eyes warming with excitement. 

“Good. I’m going to make the final decisions on the flowers tomorrow.”

I blew on a steaming forkful of pot pie, studying my mom’s drawn expression. She didn’t bother with fixing her hair or makeup, since she spent her days taking care of Danny. But the lines on her face were more pronounced than usual. Something was off.

“What’s up?” I lowered my fork and set it on the plate. “You look worried.”

She sighed deeply. “It’s probably nothing.”

“What’s probably nothing?”

“I got a call from the hospital today about the pre-op testing for my back surgery.”

“That’s right,” I said, chiding myself for forgetting to call her about it yesterday. “Is there a problem with the surgery?”

Hopefully the doctor hadn’t changed his mind about it helping her or the insurance hadn’t denied coverage. Mom needed this surgery. Years of lifting Danny in and out of his chair had left her back aching every minute of the day, though she rarely complained about it.

“They did an x-ray and it showed a possible mass,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. “In one of my lungs.”
My heart pounded as her words sank in. “A . . .” I cleared my throat. “A possible mass? What does that mean?”
She sighed again. “It means I have to get a CT scan tomorrow. Aunt Claire came over to be with Danny while I was at the hospital yesterday, and it’s an hour drive for her. I didn’t want to ask her to come back tomorrow. Is there any way you could come over in the morning, around 9:30?”

“Of course.” Emotions swirled inside me. This was so unexpected that I was still trying to wrap my mind around it. “But I want to go with you. I’ll ask Brady to come stay with Danny.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know that they’ll do anything but the scan tomorrow, Palmer. The results may take time. I can handle it on my own. If you’ll be with Danny, that’d be perfect.”

“Sure,” I said, not sure at all. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and attempted a smile. “It’s probably nothing. Just a precaution. They haven’t cancelled my surgery or anything.”

I nodded, too, trying to see that as a positive indication. But the worry that had kicked up my heart rate and drained my appetite in an instant was still there. 

Flowers, cake and the perfect wedding hairstyle suddenly felt like ridiculous things to care about. All that mattered right now was my mom being okay. She had to be.





Brenda Rothert is a proud indie author who loves writing stories that make readers laugh, cry and occasionally, yell at their e-readers. Her Contemporary Romances include Unspoken; The Now Series - Now and Then, Now and Again and Now and Forever, and The Fire on Ice Series - Bound, Captive, Edge and Drive. Brenda lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three boys.




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